I always thought of myself as a woman only kind of guy. I am not sure what happened but for the past year I have had the urge to be with a man. I was seeing a woman but it was an on and off sort of thing. I would see some guys working out in the gym and my eyes would be glued to the bulge in their shorts. I knew I had to do something but I didn't know how to go about it.
One of the guys in my office was getting married. There was going to be a bachelor party and all his co-workers were rounded up and urged to attend. I barely knew Tom but I said I would show up. Sure enough when the party arrived it was a big bore. There were some guys from work and some of Tom's friends and relatives. I was sitting there drinking a beer and listening to one testosterone story after another. A good looking guy with light brown hair sat down next to me.
"It sure sounds like a lot of BS to me," he said.
I laughed. It was one guy after another trying to impress the rest with his skills in bed.
"I'm Karl, a cousin of Tom's," he told me.
"I'm Jeff." We shook hands.
We talked for just a few minutes and Karl asked me if I wanted to go over to his apartment. He lived just a few minutes away. I figured what the hell. I was tired of this lame party. Karl and I said our goodbyes and I followed him to his place. His apartment was nicely furnished. It was clean and didn't look like where a single guy lived. Karl offered me a beer and we sat down on the couch.
"Can I ask you something?" He said to me.
I nodded my head.
"Are you gay by any chance?"
I nearly choked on my beer.
"What makes you think I am?" I asked him.