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My brain is seriously shorting out right now. Can not compute. Error. Abort, retry, fail? Invalid input, please try again.
I have this general rule. I will not allow alcohol consumption to result in messing around with straight friends. Even if the straight friend wants it. Because once sobering up, there will likely be regrets, or awkwardness, or something. Bad idea.
I have this friend, we'll call him Joe. We've been friends since we started working together about 12 years ago. We don't hang out much outside of work, and live a good distance away from one another. But we've been good friends. He knows I'm gay (told him a few months ago), and he's always been totally cool about it. Even jokes that I'm the lucky one since I don't have too deal with women. He's always had long-term girlfriends, has one now, they live together. Always straight as an arrow. I would never even think of anything otherwise, and never even thought about him any other way than as a friend.
Anyway. Joe and I had been texting back and fourth about life in general. Women, work, cars, etc. Somehow the topic of food came up. Which let to hot dogs. Which led to all kinds of comical sexual innuendo. The conversation started going in the direction of insinuating that he could help me with the problem (me not having any big hot dogs). Funny, but in a suspiciously serious manner. I'll skip the 200 messages and cut right to the chase. The end result here is that he's basically said he wants me to suck him. And he told me he's go 9 fucking inches, which I believe based on the bulge in his pants all the time.
The conversation was over the course of 3 evenings, and we're both stone cold sober. This is shorting out the section of my brains that was programmed only to handle these situations when alcohol is involved. Because that's the only time it should happen. WTF.
So I want to obviously. And he knows it. It's not like I was saying "no stop" while texting. But IDK WTF to make of this as far as being a good idea or bad idea. Even if I decided "no, I'm not going to do this", the train has left the station on us both wanting it.
FUCK.
I have this general rule. I will not allow alcohol consumption to result in messing around with straight friends. Even if the straight friend wants it. Because once sobering up, there will likely be regrets, or awkwardness, or something. Bad idea.
I have this friend, we'll call him Joe. We've been friends since we started working together about 12 years ago. We don't hang out much outside of work, and live a good distance away from one another. But we've been good friends. He knows I'm gay (told him a few months ago), and he's always been totally cool about it. Even jokes that I'm the lucky one since I don't have too deal with women. He's always had long-term girlfriends, has one now, they live together. Always straight as an arrow. I would never even think of anything otherwise, and never even thought about him any other way than as a friend.
Anyway. Joe and I had been texting back and fourth about life in general. Women, work, cars, etc. Somehow the topic of food came up. Which let to hot dogs. Which led to all kinds of comical sexual innuendo. The conversation started going in the direction of insinuating that he could help me with the problem (me not having any big hot dogs). Funny, but in a suspiciously serious manner. I'll skip the 200 messages and cut right to the chase. The end result here is that he's basically said he wants me to suck him. And he told me he's go 9 fucking inches, which I believe based on the bulge in his pants all the time.
The conversation was over the course of 3 evenings, and we're both stone cold sober. This is shorting out the section of my brains that was programmed only to handle these situations when alcohol is involved. Because that's the only time it should happen. WTF.
So I want to obviously. And he knows it. It's not like I was saying "no stop" while texting. But IDK WTF to make of this as far as being a good idea or bad idea. Even if I decided "no, I'm not going to do this", the train has left the station on us both wanting it.
FUCK.




























