Like my nose – it didn’t have to take so much room on my face. It’s hard to keep track of time when you’re naked and blindfolded. Gay sex I have been celibate for months now, certain that queer relationships were a past chapter in my life. I could smell him close to me. He was almost out the door when he stopped. “I hope you have a great excuse for your boss to explain your three-day absence,” he said, and then slammed the door. I jumped up and started prepping for work. I was a moaning mess. He moved his fingers slowly and rubbed my prostate in a circular motion. “We have some mutuals, but what if he’s not gay?”“He’s so hot though, the things I’d let him do to me” I thought to myself. I was thinking about texting him for the rest of the day and even when I got home. Turns out my plan was working, because in a couple of minutes, he followed me back. “Shut” I said, a little too loudly, drawing the attention of my co-workers. “Sorry,” I muttered, before turning back to my desk to mull over what had just happened.“Is he even gay?
