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I agree with EternalDarkness: Curiosity really did kill a cat, once. And, goodness knows, we don't need anymore dead cats.
But Tyler, I feel your pain, dude. At one of my 2 jobs (a restaurant) I just quit, there was this brash yet drop-dead adorable country boy, "Jed" (let it be known that I did not quit over him -- I ain't THAT crazy as to leave a job just over a man
). Well, Wednesday night when we worked on the late night shift together, I had just brought our supervisor something she'd asked me to get for her from the walk-in freezer/cooler. We had just gotten through a rush of food orders and, as a result of having to focus solely on those orders, fell behind in our nightly chores (doing dishes, sweeping, mopping, etc). Well we all got to talking and before I knew what had hit me, this dude (which I know for a fact is 100% hetero -- I've met his girlfriend) steps into my personal space, wraps his muscular right arm around my shoulder and neck, gets right up in my face and says something (about which I've completely forgotten). It is all I could do at that point to mentally/internally force my body not to pop wood right there on the spot. My (now former) supervisor (she's bi) and I joked and giggled like schoolchildren when we took the trash to the dumpster back behind the building, later that night.
I still, days later, don't know how I did it, but somehow I restrained the stallion within me so as not to completely scare this straight guy off. Believe me when I tell you that the thoughts of what would have happened if I had the gall to kiss him and what would have happened afterward is enough to give me enough "sweet dreams" every night for the next 2 to 3 months at least.
Judging by what you say, it seems you have a really cool friendship with this guy. Two things: A >> those types of friendships are really hard to find in this life, so B >> don't do ANYTHING that would dare ruin what you already have.
But Tyler, I feel your pain, dude. At one of my 2 jobs (a restaurant) I just quit, there was this brash yet drop-dead adorable country boy, "Jed" (let it be known that I did not quit over him -- I ain't THAT crazy as to leave a job just over a man
). Well, Wednesday night when we worked on the late night shift together, I had just brought our supervisor something she'd asked me to get for her from the walk-in freezer/cooler. We had just gotten through a rush of food orders and, as a result of having to focus solely on those orders, fell behind in our nightly chores (doing dishes, sweeping, mopping, etc). Well we all got to talking and before I knew what had hit me, this dude (which I know for a fact is 100% hetero -- I've met his girlfriend) steps into my personal space, wraps his muscular right arm around my shoulder and neck, gets right up in my face and says something (about which I've completely forgotten). It is all I could do at that point to mentally/internally force my body not to pop wood right there on the spot. My (now former) supervisor (she's bi) and I joked and giggled like schoolchildren when we took the trash to the dumpster back behind the building, later that night.I still, days later, don't know how I did it, but somehow I restrained the stallion within me so as not to completely scare this straight guy off. Believe me when I tell you that the thoughts of what would have happened if I had the gall to kiss him and what would have happened afterward is enough to give me enough "sweet dreams" every night for the next 2 to 3 months at least.
Judging by what you say, it seems you have a really cool friendship with this guy. Two things: A >> those types of friendships are really hard to find in this life, so B >> don't do ANYTHING that would dare ruin what you already have.
"Oh, kiss me Jed!" 
But I digress.
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