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Curious: Straight to gay erotica
Everybody knew that you don’t get caught up in Ryan Smith's stupid “wagers.” Despite the fact that Ryan was my best friend, I guess I just didn't know him well enough to know what he was up to.
During our stroll down the old sidewalk between the school's basketball court and his parents' house, Ryan said, “I totally got you, didn’t I?” “Yes, yes you did.” He was referring to his usual shenanigans. Both of us had just turned eighteen. Ryan had turned eighteen two months earlier. However, since I had a birthday in July after graduation, and I was only a couple of months behind him, we decided to throw a party together. There were more people than we expected, and they all brought beer.
In order to get over our crushing hangovers the following morning, Ryan and I decided to play some basketball with some friends.
We played a quick game.
“You lost Chad,” Ryan chided me.
Despite my rage, I dismissed “Whatever.”
I've always been a little too competitive. That's what Ryan knew, too. The only thing he had to do was challenge me and like an idiot friend, I would ante up. It's true I had won a few of these challenges over the years, much to Ryan's dismay. The wagers between my buddy and me always seemed to go either way. This is how I ended up making the worst wager of all that afternoon.
“You're eighteen now! You're a man. If you're going to play basketball, you'd better be able to handle criticism, especially criticism of your crappy skills. You play it just like you play football. You don't follow through. You always start things that you never finish.”
His hand rustled through my short, tediously-styled brown hair as he grinned from ear to ear.
“Stop that,” I groaned and smacked his hand. “On top of that, who died and turned you into Coach?” I asked.
As I attempted to do the same to Ryan's hair, his auburn brown hair remained perfectly styled. As with everything else about Ryan, it wasn't much different. Perhaps he was better at me than just about everything else at school than I was… He was everything I wasn’t.
While he was known as a pain in the ass, he had other appealing qualities about him. Not only was he handsome, he was smart and athletic. I was a completely straight man but sometimes I found myself feeling… curious about Ryan. I always immediately shut that shit down. I’m fucking straight, like I said. He made out with the cheerleaders, cheated on them all, and got caught with his dick in the mouth of the principal's daughter when he wasn't launching hail-Mary’s. It didn't surprise me either. There was no denying Ryan's attractiveness. Although I'm not gay, he looks like a mix between a cologne model and a bodybuilder. While I'd never seen his dick, I could tell it was pretty damn impressive from the way girls gossiped about him. They giggled every time we walked past cafeteria tables.
“Chad, you never follow through,” Ryan goaded me, derailing my thoughts.
“Yeah, whatever,” I snapped.
“Okay, I’ll see you later.” Honestly, I didn't want to know how big his dick was, so I didn’t ask. It would have been impossible for me to endure seeing not only how hot and popular he was, but also how big his dick was. I knew if Ryan ever tried to say he had a bigger dick, I would force him to prove it. My dick is nice and big, although I don’t have anything to compare it to. So, I measured it once, all the way from my base to my crown. I’m almost a full seven inches long. I even took a string and wrapped it around my girth, then put the string on a ruler. Yeah, I’m thick alright.
During our stroll down the old sidewalk between the school's basketball court and his parents' house, Ryan said, “I totally got you, didn’t I?” “Yes, yes you did.” He was referring to his usual shenanigans. Both of us had just turned eighteen. Ryan had turned eighteen two months earlier. However, since I had a birthday in July after graduation, and I was only a couple of months behind him, we decided to throw a party together. There were more people than we expected, and they all brought beer.
In order to get over our crushing hangovers the following morning, Ryan and I decided to play some basketball with some friends.
We played a quick game.
“You lost Chad,” Ryan chided me.
Despite my rage, I dismissed “Whatever.”
I've always been a little too competitive. That's what Ryan knew, too. The only thing he had to do was challenge me and like an idiot friend, I would ante up. It's true I had won a few of these challenges over the years, much to Ryan's dismay. The wagers between my buddy and me always seemed to go either way. This is how I ended up making the worst wager of all that afternoon.
“You're eighteen now! You're a man. If you're going to play basketball, you'd better be able to handle criticism, especially criticism of your crappy skills. You play it just like you play football. You don't follow through. You always start things that you never finish.”
His hand rustled through my short, tediously-styled brown hair as he grinned from ear to ear.
“Stop that,” I groaned and smacked his hand. “On top of that, who died and turned you into Coach?” I asked.
As I attempted to do the same to Ryan's hair, his auburn brown hair remained perfectly styled. As with everything else about Ryan, it wasn't much different. Perhaps he was better at me than just about everything else at school than I was… He was everything I wasn’t.
While he was known as a pain in the ass, he had other appealing qualities about him. Not only was he handsome, he was smart and athletic. I was a completely straight man but sometimes I found myself feeling… curious about Ryan. I always immediately shut that shit down. I’m fucking straight, like I said. He made out with the cheerleaders, cheated on them all, and got caught with his dick in the mouth of the principal's daughter when he wasn't launching hail-Mary’s. It didn't surprise me either. There was no denying Ryan's attractiveness. Although I'm not gay, he looks like a mix between a cologne model and a bodybuilder. While I'd never seen his dick, I could tell it was pretty damn impressive from the way girls gossiped about him. They giggled every time we walked past cafeteria tables.
“Chad, you never follow through,” Ryan goaded me, derailing my thoughts.
“Yeah, whatever,” I snapped.
“Okay, I’ll see you later.” Honestly, I didn't want to know how big his dick was, so I didn’t ask. It would have been impossible for me to endure seeing not only how hot and popular he was, but also how big his dick was. I knew if Ryan ever tried to say he had a bigger dick, I would force him to prove it. My dick is nice and big, although I don’t have anything to compare it to. So, I measured it once, all the way from my base to my crown. I’m almost a full seven inches long. I even took a string and wrapped it around my girth, then put the string on a ruler. Yeah, I’m thick alright.
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Published September 1, 2022
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