Straight, But... Horny

Shane Cook plops down, ready to spill on his first time banging a dude. He ribs the interviewer for jumping right in, but hell yeah, he's all in on dishing the dirt. Picture this: Shane stumbles home buzzed from a wild night out, and there's his shy-ass college roommate, Gabe Bradshaw, hunched over books like a total nerd, still grinding away. Shane's in full flirt mode, all buddy-buddy and teasing, which has Gabe turning beet red, stumbling over his words. Dude's clearly crushing hard, but Shane? Nah, he's all about the ladies back then. Still, chatting up those hot party chicks gets Shane's engine revving, and boom—Gabe's right there, looking damn fine himself. Why not? First off, Shane's gotta crack that shell. He drags Gabe up for a dance, says it'll shake off his post-party jitters. Gabe pushes back at first, all hesitant and squirmy, turning it into this fun wrestle-fest that pins Shane right on top, their bodies grinding close. Sparks? Electric. No way either misses that thick sexual heat crackling between 'em. One sly move leads to the next. Shane sweet-talks Gabe into a timeout with a killer shoulder rub, kneading those tense muscles till things crank up to scorching. But Gabe's still pumping the brakes, fretting it'll wreck their vibe—especially after all those flirty post-party jabs from Shane that always fizzled out before. Shane smooth-talks him, swears up and down it'll be business as usual between them. No awkwardness, bro. But did that promise stick? Spoiler: things got a whole lot more interesting after.