I want to have sex with you

"I want to have sex with you." You couldn't help it. After all these years you finally said it. He is sitting there with a stunned look on his face. You lean over and kiss him on the lips. He doesn't kiss back but he doesn't move away. After a few seconds you pull back. His face has gone from stunned to shocked.

"I think I love you, Mike. I think I always haved," you confess. He sits there a few moments longer. In not too much time the shock wears off and he speaks.

"So you're gay?" He says in a surprised voice. You nod. He relaxes more. "I guess it shouldn't have been so much of a surprise," he continues. "I always suspected you might have been. But I sure didn't see that kiss coming. I guess I shouldn't have been surprised about that either, who wouldn't be attracted to this" he says as he flexes his biceps. God, he was cocky, but that is part of what you found so attractive about him.

"So... you'll have sex with me then?" You ask hopefully.

He looks at you with pity. "Jake" he says very seriously. "I'm straight. You of all people should know this. My god, all the times I've regaled you with tales of my fucking chicks." He pauses a second. "Oh god, I'm so sorry. I thought you were straight and would enjoy those stories, I must have put you though hell."

"I did enjoy them, because you were in them" you admit with heartfelt sincerity. Mike blushes.