Keep in mind when you read this that I completely identify as straight. Don't get any ideas from this.
I was in Memphis once. That's where I found out what gay really is and walked away dead certain that I'd never be homophobic again. The guy's name was Chase and he walked in on me and his girlfriend. We weren't fucking, kids. We were talking. The fucking came later.
Anyway, long story short Chase was gay once but his family forced him through one of those Christian reform camps. He ended up coming out bi somehow and though he preferred the company of girls never quite got over his preference for giving head. In the end he gave a better BJ than Lisa did...
And I didn't consent to it happening, by the way. I was half asleep and realized I was getting some incredibly good head without expecting it. I woke up but didn't do anything to stop it. Eventually I looked down and saw that it wasn't Lisa's head in my lap. Whatever. Best BJ I've ever had. Doesn't matter what gender. Chase and I decided that in the end I wasn't sexually attracted to him and would rather screw his girl but that his ability was undeniably amazing and that's how I could let that happen and yet truthfully deny any accusations that may come from telling this. Fun story, eh?
Saturday, August 11, 2007
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