Most of the time
Seth never doubts his heterosexuality.
Most of the time he’s pretty sure he’s one of the straightest guys on the
planet. And then there are days like today. Days when he wakes up hard and
aching because it had been Ryan’s body and mouth and hands all over him in his
dream instead of Summer’s or Anna’s or any random girl he happened to pass that
day.
From experience he knows that he’ll end up in the shower thinking of Summer and
suddenly the picture will switch and it’ll be Ryan on his knees, sucking Seth’s
cock down his throat like his last name is Hoover, and Seth will come so hard
he’ll almost pass out. Those orgasms, the ones when it’s Ryan in his head, far
surpass anything he’s ever experienced by himself or with Summer’s assistance.
Those are the days he knows that maybe, for the right type, he might be
slightly bent.