A Gay Experience

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I peered my hand around the corner. I just had to get a glimpse of Anthony to see what I'd be up against. Motherfucker had the audacity to wear an apron while he cooked. Never bothered me before but I was on the fucking edge. My body shuddered as I stalked down the stairs.

The smell of cooking meat starchy potatoes was evident as I entered our kitchen/living room. My suspicions were fucking correct~ Anthony was wearing the apron, obviously, but the dumbass had on some tight boyshorts instead of his fucking sweatpants!!

That certainly took my ass by surprise. As much as I wanted to stay at a safe distance I couldn't just stare at him from the bottom of the stairs. I could just do that shit from the couch.

I barely made any noise as I literally ran and jumped unto said couch. I snuggled into the pile of blankets from the night before. I should've payed attention to the TV or something but I straight stared as the floor. Too nervous to do anything else.

The thought of Anthony finding out about my TOTALLY legit intentions and cussing my ass out of our dorm made me wince. I couldn't lose my one favorite dude-bro to something as gay as that situation.

I whipped out my phone, mindlessly scrolling through tumblr while I payed close attention to what was in my peripherals. Anthony really got into cooking, just another one of his many talents, I guess. While he mashed the potatoes he played some songs on his phone.

Hell if I remember what the songs were called, but damn. Anthony could dance too, I can testify to that. As lovely and fluid his dance moves were I had a mission. I needed to take...mental images. Just thinking about it made my face feel hot.

Taking fap images of my bro without his consent couldn't be done without a drop of shame.

"Hey, could you gimme a hand?"

I quickly turned to Anthony as he sat on the counter top with a bowl in his lap. I grinned, a natural reaction, and sauntered over.

"Whatcha need?" I grabbed a nearby whisk and messed with it a bit. Last thing I needed was to get caught staring at his face again.

Stupid fuck.

He smiled as he took a finger full of mashed potatoes. "Make some green beans or some shit, we need some veggies."

"Do we really?" I rolled my eyes, our typical banter had a hint of tension as I attempted to keep eye contact. Fuck.

He smirked. "Gotta keep my body in shape." Anthony needlessly flexed an arm before going back to stirring the potatoes.

I turned my reddening face towards the wall, I couldn't crack right in front of him.

Now that we were older Anthony went down the path of sports. Working out daily and playing football for our college. Meanwhile I was kinda lost in terms of a career path.

However both of us still played ball together, not as frequently but we played as often as we could. So I've seen him shirtless multiple time, so the fact that I FUCKING BLUSHED when he flexed once fucking confused me!

"Yeah, I gotchu, man." I went to our fridge and pulled out a bag of corn from the freezer. One of the few veggies I actually tolerated.

"Guess I dodged a bullet not joining the football team. Cereal and chips only for this stomach." I tapped my abdomen.

"I gotta keep up my appearance~" He did a figure eight with his finger. "One too many Twinkies and I could get kicked from the team or die."

"Aren't those the same thing?" I laughed, dumping the corn into a pot of water. Anthony chuckled along with me, his genuine smile nearly blinding me as he continued on stirring.

See, that whole thing was nice. I didn't feel paranoid or ashamed as we hung out in the kitchen. It sure as hell didn't last for long.

When we finished eating and drinking in the living room Anthony ended up passing out on the couch beside me

Fucking lightweight.

I was so into an episode of SpongeBob that I nearly forgot what I had to do that night.

Fu~~~ck.