Darien took his eyes off the hot chick on the dance floor (he was mesmerized by how her huge tits jiggled and bounced with each movement ... it made him so hard just watching), then looked over at the empty bar stool where his friend Mike had been sitting earlier. What was taking him so long? With a sigh, he got off his own stool and headed to the restroom.
Mike took deep breaths, trying to calm himself. And it seemed to be working, until he heard the restroom door open and a familiar voice.
"Dude, are you in here?" Darien asked. "You're missing out big time. I just saw this one chick with the biggest titties ..."
"Yeah, I'm here," Mike said, dismayed at the fact that the mental image of a big-titted chick didn't turn him on ... not in the slightest. Instead, his heart raced with the thought of Darien. He pictured him in his mind and nearly drooled at the image. Like most of the jocks at school, he had an incredibly sexy physique. He shook his head. He had to control ... control whatever was happening to him! After taking many more deep breaths, he finally stood up from the toilet.
"Dude, are you okay in there? Why are you breathing so hard?" Darien asked.
Mike was about to just leave the stall, but then an idea struck. He flushed the toilet. At least this way, he could make Darien think that he had just been taking a dump ... and not doing something else.
He slowly opened the door and immediately saw the look of concern on Darien's face.
"I'm okay. Really," Mike said. He had a flash of a thought - what Darien would look like naked, but with concentration, that thought was buried along with all of the other strange (gay!) feelings he had been having. If he concentrated hard enough, he figured he could put all this behind him and move on. Unfortunately, concentrating so hard on controlling his sexual urges only opened the way for other changes to happen.
He walked to the door, before Darien stopped him. "Forgetting something?"
Mike turned and saw his friend pointing at the sink. "Oh, sorry." He forgot about his clever ruse of making Darien think that he had been using the toilet this whole time.
He washed his hands, dried them off, then headed to the door. "Okay, come on. Let's get back to the party, sweetie."
Darien blinked, watching the door swing shut behind Mike. Did he just say what he thought he said?
The thing was, Mike had. But Mike hadn't noticed. He was so focused on keeping his sexual urges at bay that he had no idea that he was beginning to use gay mannerisms.
