Did we trick ourselves?

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I'm definitely in some kind of shock. 

I never even knew! Not a single hint through my entire life. NOTHING explains this!

"Maybe your dad isn't actually you dad?" he proclaims in a tone splattered with too many emotions to recognize, "or maybe you're adopted?"

Nope.

I shake my head, there really is no explanation for this.

He stares at me with disgust in his eyes and I tense my fist wanting to punch his lights out! He's supposed to be my best friend! 

Zack and I have been best friends forever. We met when we started kindergarten, and ever since, we have competed about everything. Who got the best toy, who could walk and run and get to the goal line first, who could climb the highest up a tree. Who would get the girl.

Some call us the two hotties of our school, and girls tend flock around us - but most of all, we like to compete.

We competed for girls many times, and we have won that competition probably equally many times.

As I looked down in contemplation, my eyes suddenly meet his dick!

"Cover up for fucks sake! I don't want to see your junk!" I shout at him, looking around me for my own clothes. Where the fuck are my clothes??!

He pulls the pants off the floor and straight on in just one move. Is he not wearing underwear?!

At this point, I suspect you might be wondering how the two of us ended up here, in this hotel room, naked, on opposite sides of this huge bed?

I'll tell you, but first of all there is one thing I want to be absolutely clear about: I'm not gay, and I suppose it's worth mentioning that neither is he.