In college, you were the straightest straight guy. At least that’s how you were considered and you spoke the same way. You always attracted the attention of girls and flirted with them.

But you had a best friend since school. Scaramouche was openly bi.  The two of you were considered opposites, not knowing what was going on in your private time. This was your personal entertainment and secret.

You were in your dorm room hanging out as usual with snacks and a good movie. But there was one aspect.  Little kisses can't ruin any evening.  Just rare touches of lips, without excessive passion and rudeness.

“That doesn't make me gay. I’m still straight,” you said every time, justifying these moments.

"Oh yeah, sure. You are the straightest straight "

Scara grinned.