During my college days I never considered myself to be anything other than straight, I was on the school soccer team, had my fair share of women and was pretty much one of the boys. By the time I was in my senior year I felt like I was on a role. My work at the gym had really started paying off. I was about 6 feet tall with dark brown hair slim waist with a good toned stomach, broad shoulders and nice defined pecks. I had started to wax my chest as well to show off my deep golden tan. My best friend Darren who I trained with was the same, we had both been doing the same programme at the gym,
The truth is I had secretly started to find myself attracted to Darren. I'd find myself rushing home after gym to masturbate about him. Whenever I saw him in the showers it really turned me on. He was gorgeous-about the same height as me with a shaved head and piercing blue eyes. Seeing the soap all over his naturally smooth defined naked body was hot! I loved watching the soap suds flow off his hung penis and down his hairy footballers legs. I longed to touch him up in the showers when ever we were in there together. Quite a few times I'd have to make my excuses and cut my wash short as I could often feel my dick getting semi erect.
When ever we were on night out, Darren had started to kiss guys when he was pissed 'as a joke', not all the time, just every now and again I'd suddenly see him making out with some guy. It was never for more then a couple of seconds in a dare like joke manner and always with a another very 'straight' guy so no on ever brought his sexuality into question. In fact, we all found it pretty funny and just laughed. Whenever he did this though it fascinated me and really turned me on. I was desperate for him to do it on me-I longed for him to turn round one night and start caressing me with his tongue.
One night we'd all gone to this club in town and its fair to say we were all pretty wasted. The club was packed that night, and it was really hot inside-Darren had undone his shirt exposing his tanned toned stomach-no doubt to attract as much pussy as he could. We were chatting by the bar and I said that I was going outside for some cool air-he said he felt hot too and joined me.
As we got outside we started to walk around the block to cool off-we were both pretty wasted by this time. We chatted about the girls we'd seen that night and who'd pulled who.
Then I asked him ('as a joke') 'you not pulling a guy then tonight?'
'No!' he joked, 'There's no one I fancy enough tonight!'
'So what's it all about then?' I went on as I was drunk, 'Do you like guys or something?'
'No mate' smiled Darren "its just a laugh isn't it when you're drunk!'