Not you but everyone else.

You look at yourself. You look the same. You look at your room. Your room looks the same. You never felt the need to put up posters of hot babes. You were comfortable with your heterosexuality and didn't feel a need to prove it to anyone, especially not to the girls you dated. You didn't want the girls to feel like they were competing with pin ups for your attention. So your walls had just ordinary movie posters, sports cars, and trophies you won.

You do have morning wood as usual and you hop in the shower to jerk off. You fantasize about women but this time, it seems like females aren't necessary. You simply enjoy the pleasure of your own cock being stimulated and that seems to be enough. You do reach down to pull your own balls surprised at how that steady pull increases your arousal. It doesn't take long for you to coat the wall with a generous amount of cum. You're surprised at how much cum came out of you.

You get dressed in your normal clothes: boxer briefs, dark jeans with room for your muscular ass, white t-shirt with earthy green overshirt, and hiking boots.

It's when you check your phone messages that you realize what is different.

You share a two bedroom apartment with your friend Robbie and he left a message. However, his message is, "Last night was hot babe. Sorry I had to head out before you woke up this morning. I'll make it up to you later tonight. I'll really give you a ride to remember. Love you, Robbie."

Then you get a message from your dad inviting you and your boyfriend to dinner.

Did your dad and your friend conspire to pull a prank on you?