Things Change, Part 2
My best friend and I continue our gay explorations
I woke up late the next morning with a minor headache and major regrets. The headache was attributable to all the wine I’d drunk, the regrets to the fact that I’d had gay sex with my best friend. Why, why, why had I done it? I’m not gay, and until last night I never would have suspected that Jake was, either. But when he’d come on to me, in the sexually charged atmosphere after our naked swim, I’d responded after only the...