My name is Sam. I'm 18 years old and up until now I thought I was straight. I always had good luck with girls and I'm not going to lie I'm pretty good looking. I have blue eyes and short brown hair. I'm about 5'8" and have a pretty nice body. I wouldn't call myself popular; I'm actually pretty unpopular and considered an outcast.
One day sitting in English class we were assigned group work. Normally I just work by myself but the teacher said she was picking partners. I always get nervous at this part because I am pretty shy around new people.
When the teacher comes to my name she put me with this really popular jock named Dan. Up until this point I have never noticed how attractive he was. I actually never noticed how attractive men could really be. He's tall, athletic, obviously, has beautiful green eyes, and probably has a really nice body.
"Stop thinking like that," I think to myself, "You are straight."
He pulls his desk up. I expect like usual that I would have to do most of work I usually do anyway in these types of group work but he starts talking about the book we are reading. I am so impressed and kind of deepens the, what I now know as, crush that I had on him.
By the end of class we were not done with the project, so he invites me over to finish it. He gives me this look that I can't quite put my finger on but it gives me a wave of pleasure. Now I am really nervous to do this project.
When school ends we meet in the parking lot and he drives me to his house because I don't have a car. I'm getting a boner from the anticipation of being alone with him. We finish the project quicker then we thought.
"You smoke weed," he asks.
I say yes and we go outside and smoke a blunt that he already had rolled. He is very easy to talk to. We talk about school, sports, and life. It surprised me that he hasn't brought up girls at all. He always has girls all over him in school. He must get so much pussy. Then the conversation starts getting weird.
"What do you think about gay people?" he asks.
I obviously have nothing wrong with them and tell him so. He then asks me if I have ever thought about having sex with another guy. This catches me off guard.
"Yeah sometimes," I say, surprising myself..
"Me too," he says, surprising me more then my own comment, "would you ever?"
I thought about it for a second and I guess I took too long because he leans closer to me. I can feel his breath on my face. At this point I am frozen and unable to speak. Is he coming on to me? I look down and see the bulge start forming in his jeans. He is coming on to me.
"I'd like an answer," he says in a sexy deep whisper.