flirting by absence of rejection....
I have no gay friends. It's not a decision, I am not homophobic, it's just worked out that way. In some respects I'd quite like one of my current friends to come out, just so I can ask them about it. (Surely it really really hurts. Pooey willy?) But I'm not going to try and force a friendship just to ask bizzare and quite possibly very offensive questions (innocently offensive mind. Offence born of naiveity. Or stupidity). Also, I went to an all-boys school so lots and lots of the *cough* humour cough* was homoerotic. So......

Few years ago a friend of mine was giving me a lift back to my home town. I was at uni, he was at a naval base nearby. He was also giving one of his navy mates a lift too. Perfectly pleasant car trip, although Tom did look a bit nervous throughout. After he'd dropped off his friend Johny he told me that he was gay, and the entire trip he'd been expecting me to say/do something stupid/potentially offensive. Again, from the silly homoerotic humour, not from any kind of prejudice. Well, twas fine, but we'd arranged to go out with Johny and his flatmate in town later. So.....

Met up with the guys. Fun being had by all. Tom and Johny are mostly talking to a bunch of other navy guys, so I'm left chatting to the flatmate (can't remember his name, let's call him Dave). Now I'm not great with chicks, so I'm not going off to try and chat any up. Tom and Johny are increasingly absorbed with navy guys and Dave is jsut talking to me. He's a really nice chap and we're getting on very well indeed. Yay! I've made a gay friend! I'm one step closer to being a normal person!


OK, finally come to flirting bit. We move to another bar. Dave leans closer. It's cool, I think, it's just noisy in here. Next bar, Dave is lightly touching my arm. It's cool, thinks I, some people are just touchy-feely (I hate it). Next bar, and more touching. Starting to fret a bit now, but am paralysed by a crippling fear of appearing homophobic. I don't know if this is just being friendly or if Dave is making a pass. So I say nothing.

Then his hand is on my cock. Now, for most I'm sure that this would be the line. Not for me! I simply sort of freeze up. What un-freezes me is Dave's face. Approaching mine. Then making contact.

I turned around and literally ran away.

So I'm sorry Dave. Clearly I led you on all night. Then left you standing confused and alone in the middle of the dance floor in a third rate club without a backwards glance. I did it because I wanted to be sure you were flirting with me and was too embarrassed to ask. But you were.
( kappynitty doubled your entendre on, Mon 22 Feb 2010, 13:56, Reply)