[M]y straight friend and I experi[m]ented for the first time last night, I thought I'd share about it (Part 1) | 2016

PART 2 IN COMMENTS!!!!!!

I still can't believe that this happened to me, and I really want to get this off my chest. So, I'm a 19 year old college student at a major state university. Last night, I was hanging out with my friend, who we'll call James for privacy's sake. James and I go back to freshman year of high school, and we've been close ever since. In high school, we did all the same activities. On the track team, we even ran the same event (300 meter dash). The point is, we've been tight since we first met. In fact, when I lost my virginity junior year, James was the first one of my friends that I went and bragged to.

I'm not gonna lie, James is a good-looking dude and I've always known it. Tall, slim, muscular, and well dressed, he's always had a way with girls. Some of them say they like his well-kept beard, well others like him for his piercing blue eyes and thick, wavy hair. He used to give me shit about how girls found him more attractive (though I did ok for myself), and he was never shy about talking about his looks. In fact, one time in senior year, I told him that if I was ever forced to hook up with a guy, it would be him. We laughed about it then, but after last night, I think I may have always known I had a thing for him.

Anyway, we were having a typical "bro" night last night. We got together to smoke a bunch of pot, drink a lot of beer, and play some video games. He came over around 7, and by 9, we were completely fucked up. Halfway through a game of Madden James dropped his controller and told me he couldn't concentrate on the screen anymore. I was a little hazy myself, so I shut the TV off and we just started talking.

I asked him if he still had a thing with this girl Nancy. "Nah, bitch is crazy," he laughed. "Why, you looking to do something with her?" We both chuckled.

"Nah dude, like you said, bitch is crazy," I smiled. "So what put you over the edge?"

"Get this," James said, sitting up on his end of the couch. "She wanted to have a three way with another guy."

I busted out laughing. "Dude - seriously?"

"Yeah, and she had a specific guy in mind and everything. What's even weirder is I didn't even know the fucking guy. Like, if she wanted to have a three way with me and you, maybe. But some random ass dude? No fucking way."

"You'd have a three way with me? I mean, I'm flattered, but really?" I asked.

"Yeah man, it's like you said that one time. We're tight, and if I had to mess around with another dude, it would definitely be you," James responded.

"Thanks man," I chuckled.

A silence came over the room, and we both just drunkenly stared at various objects in the room. Finally, James cut through the tension. "So do you think you ever will do something with another guy?"

"I dunno man," I said, letting out a deep breath. "I mean, we've all thought about it, haven't we?"

"Yeah, I know I have," he responded. "I just don't know where I'd like, find a guy, if I decided that I wanted to."

"You could always just fuck me dude. Like you said, better me than some random ass guy."

A silence filled the room again. I stared, my mind a drunk, stony mess, at anything that could hold my attention. Finally, James's bold blue eyes caught my attention. For what may have been minutes we stared at each other, slowly inching closer. Finally, breaking the tension that had been carefully building over the last hour, James went in for the kiss.

(If there's demand for it, I'll post part two with all the more graphic details that I'm sure you're all here for)