Leave Him

You pause and think back to the party last night. You think about all your friends and how they would react if they saw you like this. You think about Jack and Tom, and how effortlessly they had convinced you to **** yourself before them. You think about your mother watching you get ****, and think about what your father would say if he knew what happened. No, you decide, I can't do this anymore.

"Fuck you," You say.

"What?"

"Fuck you, fuck your dick, and fuck this stupid ass game you came up with!"

"Fuck the game? Man, you should be blowing the game - it's what helped you realize your true self!"

"No! I'm not gay!" You grit your teeth as you build up your confidence.

"No? Is it normal for straight guys to blow random construction workers? Is it normal for straight guys to blow their friends in the bathroom? Is it normal for straight guys to let themselves get fucked up the ass despite not even losing a bet!?" Bob yells.

You're at a loss for words, especially as you hear the last part. He's absolutely right - you didn't even play the game, and yet you had let him fuck you. Tears stream down your eyes as you're **** to confront yourself, but you do what most men do in your position - run and hide.

"Oh what, are you gonna cry now? C'mon, what a fucking loser."

You do your best to ignore him as pull your shirt and shoes on, and walk out the door. You find yourself determined to forget everything that happened this summer - Everything!