I'm totally straight, so why can't I stop looking at another guy's package?
Going to a gay bar for my birthday was my ex-girlfriend's idea. Her and her friends thought it would be 'funny and ironic,' and didn't want to get hit on by any frat guys, but it's the last place I want to be.
It doesn't help that I'm a quarterback and keep getting oggled by all the men inside. But then I see Bruce, and suddenly I'm the one oggling him. Still, I tell myself–and Bruce–that I'm straight, but Bruce doesn't believe me since he caught me staring at his package. To prove it to him, I join him in a VIP lounge where I tell him to try anything he wants; he won't be able to get a reaction out of me. But that was before I realized how skilled Bryce was at nearly everything.
I'm totally straight, so why can't I stop looking at another guy's package?
Going to a gay bar for my birthday was my ex-girlfriend's idea. Her and her friends thought it would be 'funny and ironic,' and didn't want to get hit on by any frat guys, but it's the last place I want to be.
It doesn't help that I'm a quarterback and keep getting oggled by all the men inside. But then I see Bruce, and suddenly I'm the one oggling him. Still, I tell myself–and Bruce–that I'm straight, but Bruce doesn't believe me since he caught me staring at his package. To prove it to him, I join him in a VIP lounge where I tell him to try anything he wants; he won't be able to get a reaction out of me. But that was before I realized how skilled Bryce was at nearly everything.