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There was nobody special I wanted to see at my ten-year reunion, but I went anyway, and was pleasantly surprised to see so many people I had forgotten about. It was a fun evening, and I collected a few phone numbers of people I hoped to reconnect with later. As the evening wound down, I ended up at a table with an old friend, drinking beers and talking. Keith and I had played in a couple of bands together in middle school and high school. He was an awesome keyboardist and vocalist even at that young age, and I played guitar. When he left the state to go to college, we fell out of touch. Once we graduated and got day jobs, the music just kind of went to the wayside for both of us. I hadn’t even known that he had moved back to town. He lived in the Montrose, which was the gay section of Houston. I had always suspected he was gay. He worked in an art gallery by day, doing installations of artwork on the side. I was amazed at how much some people paid to have artwork installed. I guess I never thought about it, but when you buy a large or expensive sculpture or painting, it makes sense to have it professionally installed. He was doing okay. I had always liked Keith, and didn’t care who he fucked. As for me, I was in between, and in a dry spell. After having so much trouble getting rid of the last whacked out girl I was in a relationship with, I was a little hesitant to dive back into any sort of serious relationship. We decided to get together to work on some arrangements, then work in a bassist and percussionist to do some gigs, just for grins. Keith had a shed in his back yard that he had soundproofed. It was air conditioned, so it would be perfect for rehearsals. Over the next few weeks, we worked on putting together enough material to play clubs. Keith had some original songs he wanted to do, and I helped him polish them. We worked pretty hard; several hours a night, three or four times a week. Keith was fantastic, even better than I remembered. I was surprised at how good I was, especially after not playing with other musicians for so long. It didn’t take me any time at all to knock off the rust. I was confident we’d have no trouble getting gigs. Every night after we finished working, we’d sit and talk, just to wind down. Keith was easy to talk to; he wasn’t like what I expected gay guys to be like. He was just like any other guy. He wasn’t limp wristed, and he didn’t talk effeminately. If you didn’t know, you’d never know. Go figure. I’d never been around gay men before, so I guess I always believed the stereotypes you see at the movies. One night, as we sat talking after rehearsals, he was telling me about a customer he’d had that was really a jerk. After a disagreement over the price of an installation, Keith had Tüyap escort bayan decided he didn’t want the job, and the guy had blasted him, calling him an “arrogant, little, butt fucking fag”. Keith was kind of laughing when he told the story. He couldn’t believe the guy got so unreasonably angry over such a minor disagreement. I couldn’t believe that Keith was taking it so well. “Who the fuck cares why he was unreasonably angry? If he’d talked to me that way, I’d have to kick his ass. Doesn’t it piss you off?” “Randy,” Keith said, “if I fought everybody that was homophobic, I’d have to fight every straight male in the world.” “That’s not true! There’s plenty of us that don’t feel that way.” “Oh, the enlightened ones, eh?” Keith said, laughing. “Yes. Why are you laughing?” “Look, Randy, you’re a good friend and a nice guy, but straight men are just homophobic.” “Bullshit! I’m not.” “Okay,” Keith said, hoping to change the subject. “I’m NOT!” “Okay, okay. Sorry. Let’s forget it.” “No, let’s not forget it. Why do you say we’re all homophobes?” “I was wrong. Sorry. Let’s just drop it.” “No. Why do you think that?” “Look, Randy, everybody…male, female, straight, gay…doesn’t matter…everybody starts out fucked up when it comes to their sexual identity. Agreed?” “No, not agreed. I’m not.” “Okay, I guess I’m wrong, then. Now can we drop it?” “No, we can’t. I don’t know why you think that.” “Because it’s true. Every straight male secretly fears the side of them that’s feminine. Haven’t you ever wondered why?” “Tell me, Dr. Phil. Why?” “Because they’re afraid they might be attracted to other men. There’s a part of everybody that’s attracted to men, just as there’s a part of everybody…even me…that’s attracted to females.” “Have you ever been with a girl?” “No, I’ve never acted on it, and I would never want to. Though I can see the beauty in the female form, I’m not aroused by them. Have you ever been with a man?” “Hell, no! Why would you even ask?” Keith just shrugged his shoulders. “Shit, man, you’re crazy.” Keith said nothing. “Well, I can tell you, I don’t have even one little bitty part of me that’s ever been attracted to anything but women.” “Okay,” Keith said. “Then why can’t we drop it? Why are you getting so upset, if it’s not true?” “I’m not upset.” “Okay.” “And even if I am, anybody would be.” “That’s right. Any straight guy who’s been told that there’s a feminine part of him would react that way. That’s my point.” Now I was mad. I didn’t know exactly why, but I was mad. I didn’t say anything. “Look, Randy, I know you’re straight, and always will be. I’m not questioning that. Listen, everybody has a masculine and feminine side; the Yin and the Yang. That doesn’t make you less straight. Tüyap escort It certainly doesn’t mean you’re gay. I never meant to suggest that.” “Well, I don’t know about Yin and Yang, but I do know I’d never be turned on by a guy.” “Randy, we don’t control what turns us on. We can deny it in our minds, but our dicks have a mind of their own.” “Well, mine would never be turned on by a guy.” “Okay, if you say so.” “I do say so.” “Okay, you want to prove it?” “How.” “Oh, I don’t know. A small wager. If your dick gets hard by touching a guy, you lose. If not, I lose.” “Thanks, but I won’t be touching a guy.” Keith held his hand out to Randy. After looking at it for a minute, Randy shook his hand. “See, you can touch a guy. You’re still straight, no harm done.” “Yeah, and I didn’t get hard either,” I said, laughing. “You would if we were naked.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “You think I’m going to get naked with a guy?” “Look, here’s the deal, macho man. I’m just saying that you can’t touch a naked man while you’re naked and keep from getting hard. You don’t have to touch his dick or fondle him. Just touching. I’m saying it’s impossible to touch a naked person, male or female, while you’re naked, and not get aroused. There’s just something about being around a naked person, especially when you’re naked, that’s really hot.” “That’s bullshit.” “Really. Think about this. Ever watch porn? Have you ever wondered why the guy pulls out of the girl before cumming?” “Yeah, so you can see him spray his load on the chick.” “That’s right, so you can see his dick spray his load. That’s exciting, no matter whether you’re a girl or a guy, straight or gay.” “Bullshit.” “Hard to argue with that logic,” Keith said. “Just because I don’t want to get naked with you doesn’t mean you’re right.” “No, it doesn’t, but I believe I am.” “Well, you’re wrong, but I ain’t getting naked with you to prove it.” “Okay, okay. You ever been in the same room with a naked man?” “Yeah, sure, in the locker room at school or in the gym.” “Were you naked at the same time?” “Yeah, sometimes.” “And it wasn’t the end of the world, was it. No big deal.” “That’s right, but I didn’t touch any of them. I’d have been punched out if I had.” “Okay, here’s the deal. I’ve got a massage table in the house. I’ll set it up and lie on it. You take off your clothes and give me a massage for fifteen minutes. I won’t touch you, and you don’t have to touch my genitals. If your dick gets hard, I win. If not, you win. If you win, I’ll give you $200. If I win, I give you a forty-minute massage, including a prostate massage. If you haven’t had one of those, you don’t know what you’re missing. Either way, you win,” he said, grinning. I didn’t Escort Tüyap know then what a prostate was, but it sounded like something I didn’t want massaged, and I guessed it probably involved my asshole. “No way!” I said. I wasn’t taking off my clothes. He was a good guy, but way off base this time. I was still a little hot, having him question my manhood. I probably should have blown it off and gone home, but I didn’t like my manhood being questioned. “Okay, hot shot,” I said. “I’ll take that bet. If you win, you don’t have to give me that massage. If I win, I’ll take the money.” “Oh, but I want to give you that massage. That’s the wager,” he said, grinning. “Okay, you’re on, stud,” I said. There was absolutely no way I could lose, so I didn’t worry too much about the consequences. Still, I was nervous; not that I would be aroused by a guy, but just having to take off my clothes around a guy. The two hundred dollars would come in handy, and prove my point. Plus, it was no big deal. It’s not like he was going to fuck me or anything. I was bigger than him, so he wasn’t going to be able to take advantage of me. We went into his house. The table was under his bed. He unfolded it and set it up in his living room, moving some of the furniture away to clear some space. He turned on his stereo and put on some new age mood music, then lit a number of candles and turned off the overhead lights. Shadows danced around the room as the candles flickered. He got out a couple of bath towels to lay on the table, and some hand towels, then set a bottle of massage oil within reach of the massage table. “I’m not going to get AIDS or something, am I?” I said, only half facetiously. I was getting nervous. “I haven’t had sex in over a year, and I’ve been tested for AIDS, HIV and STDs since then. I’m clean,” Keith answered. “You don’t have to worry about anything. You can’t get AIDS by giving or receiving a massage.” About the time I started questioning why the fuck I had allowed myself to be goaded into this, he pulled out a bong and loaded it with some weed. On my third hit, my ears started ringing and my eyes watered up. By my sixth hit, I was really stoned, but I had several more anyway. It was really strong pot. Keith stood and pulled off his shirt. I got up and turned my back to him. When I was nude, I turned around, avoiding eye contact with his crotch. He had a big grin on his face, and said, “Okay, big boy, I’m ready.” He set the timer on his phone for fifteen minutes, then lay face down on the table. As he got on the table, I got a quick glimpse of his dick. Now everybody knows that there are two types of dicks in the world; those that are made to grow, and those that are made for show. Most men, myself included, have those that are made to grow. They’re small when not aroused, and grow bigger as they get hard. Then there are those lucky few that are made for show. Dicks that are always at their full length, or close to it, even when soft. Those are the ones that look good in tight pants or in the locker room.