I want you to be the last person I have sex with

"I want you to be the last person I have sex with," you tell him.

Mike looks at you with sad, begging eyes. You know what it means. He is straight and as much as you want it, it's not going to happen. You relent.

"I understand. But I want you to know that I love you," you tell him.

Mike looks at you deep in the eyes. "Thanks for understanding, Jake. I love you too, like a brother."

You both sit there staring into each others eyes. You, sad, knowing you can't have what you want. Mike, sad, knowing you are sad. He was a good friend like that. But you can't **** people to be something their not.

After what seems like an eternity, Mike perks up and says, "hey, what about Rose?"

"What about her?" You say confusedly. You craved cock, how could she help?

"She has tons of gay guys for friends. I'm sure she could set you up with one."

"Hmm," you say as you mull it over. You had always been so infatuated with Mike that you never stopped to consider anyone else. You suppose some of her gay friends are pretty hot. "Yeah, I think I could do that," you tell him.

Mike looks at the clock. "Shit, she's probably in bed by now. You know how early she likes to go to bed. Do you want to go see her in the morning? You can spend the night here so you don't have to go all the way home then back out here." She lived just around the corner from Mike.