Once upon a time, I had to come out as straight to my friends.
I was sitting in a hotel room with a bunch of my friends, all but one of whom were women, and all but one of whom were complaining about the meager dating prospects in our liberal arts program. “Like, Sarah has no issues!” Clara complained. “She’s an engineer, she can basically just point at a dude and they fall over to say yes to her!”
Sarah giggled, half-drunk, and agreed.
“But where are the straight guys in our program??” Clara continued. “Like seriously, who do we have? Robert, but he’s gross. John, and Patrick?”
“Spencer and Spencer,” Chelsea added. “Tim and John.”
“I said John already.”
“James, George, Jordan,” Phoebe continued. “… Paul? Is Paul straight?”
“Maybe, but he also has a girlfriend so he doesn’t count.”
“And me,” I said, laughing.
Five sets of eyes swiveled and turned towards me. “What do you mean?” Clara asked.
“Me. I’m straight. I’m a dude.”
My declaration was met with silence. “B, I thought you were gay,” Clara said after a moment.
“Nope. Not gay.”
“B, you’re gay,” Phoebe insisted. “It’s ok to admit it.”
“Pheebs, we made out in first year,” I countered. “Like, five times!”
Silence. And then Chelsea said, “Holy shit, you’re straight.”
And then we all went to a gay bar, which appropriately was the plan all along.
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I am actually 100% straight, despite what Chelsea, Phoebe, and Clara had thought. And, in the last semester of our university careers, I would prove beyond doubt that I was absolutely straight to all of them.
How did we get here? Why did they think that I batted for the other team? I honestly have no idea.
I did absolutely use to make out with Phoebe in first year. We were in the same tutorial class and she was smoking hot, with olive skin, dark hair, and a great smile. She had a secret tattoo that – according to her – nobody else knew about on one ass cheek. She absolutely lost her mind when I bit her lip.
We would hang out after class and watch movies and spoon until she started wriggling her ass against me, at which point I would get hard and then we would start to kiss and then our clothes would come off and eventually I’d dive between her legs. She blew me once, but complained the whole time – “I don’t like sucking dick,” she said, so I didn’t make her do it again.
We never fucked in first year. *This is called foreshadowing, ladies and gentlemen.*
We stopped making out because she got back together with her asshole boyfriend, who didn’t even go to our school so I don’t know how she thought that was going to work.
Two weeks later they’d broken up, but I’d started going out with my then-girlfriend. I was dating another girl for three years, during which I was a proper boyfriend and paid no attention to the apparent advances of my classmates. That’s probably why they thought I was gay – thinking back, there were tons of opportunities to fool around with all of them.
Not that I noticed them at all at the time – I was pretty fucking oblivious.
Anyways, I’d broken up with my ex before the last semester of school and I was single and ready to mingle. And I’d just dangled fresh, straight-boy-in-a-liberal-arts-program meat in front of three very hungry lionesses.
Phoebe made her move first that same night. “So, you really aren’t gay?” she asked, drunk, walking back to our rooms, our friends loudly laughing ahead of us.
“No, I’m really not,” I replied.
“Oh.”
And then she leaned over and kissed me in the middle of the street.
By the time we’d gotten back to our room, my hand had attached itself to Phoebe’s ass. We didn’t have our own room, but we didn’t mind kicking our other friends out. They could deal – I had my sexuality to prove.
“Do you still hate sucking dick?” I asked her while surfacing for air. Her clubbing dress was yanked up to reveal that fairy tattoo on her ass – and barely anything else, she was only wearing a risqué bit of lingerie beneath it.
Phoebe giggled. “I can make an exception.” Down came my pants and out popped my hardened member, standing at attention. Still giggling, Phoebe moved her way down my body. “I forgot you had such a nice dick,” she said. “I really should have got it in me while I could.”
“There’s still time,” I said, breathless.
Phoebe, still giggling, put me in her mouth. I put one hand gently on the back of her head to keep her on my cock as she drunkenly blew me. It was sloppy, it was wet, it was pretty fucking great.
So great I ended up cumming in her mouth.
I felt the urge rising deep down inside of me and rapidly started to tap Phoebe on her head. “Uhhhh… Pheebs?” She either ignored me or didn’t get the memo in time, or didn’t put two and two together.
*I blame the copious amount of booze I’d had at the bar.*
Phoebe’s face immediately contorted and sputtered as I filled her mouth. Her cheeks bulged before she figured out that she could just open her mouth. Which she did, spraying the bottom half of my body – and the sheets – with an ungodly mixture of cum and spit.
We stared at each other in shock – Phoebe’s mouth half-open, liquid still drooping out of it, and my face frozen in amazement.
“Uhhhh… sorry.”
To the amazement of everyone reading this story, strangely enough, that didn’t cut it.
But don’t worry, dear readers. I’d get in Phoebe’s good books again, eventually. But that’s a story for another time, I think.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/usk8zg/i_m_came_out_as_straight_to_my_friends_fff_pt_1
I really don’t want to downplay how important coming out is to people that actually do come out. This was a humourous circumstance but I know that even to receptive audiences actually publicly identifying as LGBTQ+ can come with a whole lot of nerves and stress.
That’s all. Hope you enjoy the story!
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Christ.
I’m doing a Nursing Bachelor atm , maybe I should come out as straight.
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One thing I’ve learned since college from hook up with ladies in other majors is basically if you’re just a reasonable attractive, well adjusted, sorta funny, straight man that can dress reasonably well in a liberal arts, veterinary, or teaching program…. you are a very rare commodity 🤣😂🤣
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