My best friend Sam is such a nice guy. He's the type that everyone liked at school. We had always been best friends, and as we grew up that didn't change, even though he became the cool sporty guy who ran track and played football, and I became the nerd who studied too much.
We went off to university and remained friends throughout. I came out and had my first boyfriend. He dated hundreds of very pretty girls. He went into a fraternity and I continued to study hard. I really didn't like his frat brothers, but Sam always included me and didn't let them give me too much shit.
I can't stress with enough, Sam is incredibly attractive. A gorgeous body, fairly tall, always with sexy stubble and a strong jaw line. I wasn't surprised when he started dating a model, and I was happy for him when they announced their engagement.
"You have to be my best man, yes?" he asked me. I agreed. Of course I would.
"But I have a huge favor to ask," he added sheepishly. "Can my brother organise the bachelor party? He'll be annoyed not to be my best man, and this will soften the blow. Anyway, all he wants to do is throw the party, he doesn't care about the other stuff. And I can rely on you for that. It's more important."
"I don't know," I said. "Your brother Tom doesn't like me. He's a bone head." This was true. He was still at university and was a big time party frat boy. The type I hated. I was always annoyed when Sam involved him in things.
"Please man?" Sam asked genuinely, smiled, and put a hand on my shoulder. "You're my best friend. Say yes. For me?" How could I resist? I sighed.
"Fine. But can I skip the party? Tom is going to invite all the frat guys and it'll be in a strip club."
Sam laughed. "It won't be that bad. And I need you there to look after me! Please come." Again, I reluctantly agreed. "And anyway," Sam added. "It'll be all my hot friends from the frat, the ones you are always drooling over!"
"I don't!" I said, even though we both knew it was true.
Tom really couldn't have organized a worse weekend for me. Three cabins with 15 guys, 5 to a cabin. 14 frat-type boys and me. I was in a cabin with Sam and Tom, plus a guy that Sam worked with called Bill, and a lifelong family friend called Steve.
Bill was super hot. He had dark hair, short beard and amazing arms with tattoo sleeves. He and Sam did construction work, and the manual labor showed. Steve was more of a typical frat guy look, baseball cap always on and turned backwards, nice body. He was dumb but nice to look at, at least.
After we dropped our things at the cabins we headed out for the nearest strip club. I found myself separated from Sam in the cars and instantly regretted going. Tom, Steve and Bill were in my car and I ended up sat next to them most of the night. They gave me tons of shit because I'm gay, and first thing at the strip club they bought me lap dances all night to "turn me straight". They thought it was hilarious but it got old very quickly.
The night wore on and everyone got progressively more drunk. Sam wanted to stay out a bit, but I had enough and wanted to get to bed. I ordered a taxi but was disappointed when Tom said he'd come back too.
The ride back was silent. Tom was really drunk and I hoped he'd just pass out when we got back. But when we got in he opened the whiskey and started complaining about the girls at the club not getting him off.
"They're not just they're for your pleasure," I said and Tom smirked.
"It's a strip club. That's exactly why they're there. You wouldn't understand anyway," Tom slurred. "You're like a girl." I shook my head and went to bed.
Not long after, Tom knocked at the door. He was clearly really drunk and started gaving me shit for not supporting my brother.
"What are you talking about? Go to bed, you're drunk." I told him.
"No man. He wanted you there to look after him." Tom slurred.
