I looked at him helplessly, not knowing what to say. He was my best friend, who had stood by me when others had bailed, encouraged me when others had predicted my failure, and laughed at my jokes even when they weren't funny, which was most of the time. And he had just tried to kiss me, and he looked like pain and shame would kill him. "It's all right," I said for the tenth time. He shook his head miserably and buried his face in his hands. "I fucked up badly," he said. "It's going to change everything,"

   "Hey," I said. "You're gay. I'm a hot number. You lost control." I said it lightly, giving an easy way out of the awkward situation. All he had to do was laugh now, and everything would be fine. He looked up at me, his eyes luminous. "It's so much more than that, and you know it, Deke," he said softly. I broke away from his sad gaze and played with the pillow in my lap. I thought about everything he had done for me over the years. He was truly the best friend I'd ever had. I owed him honesty. I owed him a hell of a lot. I tossed the pillow aside, and waited. Eventually, Gary looked down to see what I was staring at.

   My cock was swollen and hard and trying to get out of my jogging shorts. It fucking hurt, and precum had created a wet stain. I stared down at my own hardon, my betrayer, who had forced me into a moment I had prayed would never come. "Gary," I said quietly. "You told me once how happy you were that
I had no reaction when you told me you were gay. That's not quite accurate." I pointed down at myself. "I had that reaction. It scared me so badly I went out and fucked every pussy that would lie still. And I also lied a lot about how many women I'd had. It's the only thing I ever lied to you about. I don't want to be gay, Gary. I really don't."

     Gary nodded, and looked away in silence. He wiped his eyes without speaking. I couldn't bear it. "Teach me," I said. "Teach me what to do." His face swiveled back to me. "First," he said heavily, "we're going to have to do something about your wardrobe. No respectable homosexual would be caught dead in those clothes." I gaped at him. He was bleeding out of his soul, but he still had the strength and the class to make a joke. He was more of a man then I had ever known, and I lunged across the room and kissed him....
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