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 He's Straight
My best friend is the cutest person I know. He is straight, very straight, excruciatingly straight, but when I came out to him, although he did almost blow his beer through his nose, he took it rather well.
Of course, at first, he thought that meant that I wanted him to bend over, right then and there. He looked at me like I was extremely frightening. He instantly developed a very deep voice and stared very obviously at the voluptuous breasts of a passing waitress.
I knew he'd react like this. He was my best friend after all! And though I do think he has one of the sweetest little rear-ends within this area code, I'd never think of going after a straight guy. Especially him, he's my best friend! I value his friendship way too much.
And, believe it or not, it didn't take him too long to catch on to that. Sure, he still tells me to check out some passing woman with exorbitantly exaggerated breasts or an especially tight ass, in the hopes that he can "switch me back", but we both know that this is in play.
We have an understanding that allows us to be among the closest friends in the world. He loves to be a man, but he doesn't love other men, and I can be with whomever I want, as long as he never appears in any of my fantasies. Sounds fair to me.
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