The scene: 3:00 am, Sunday night, my room. I’m in my bed, my roommate (male) in his. Bunkbeds, if anyone’s interested.
And then one of the weirdest (up until then) questions I have ever been asked: “Patrick, are you horny right now?”
Out of the blue. I wouldn’t have expected it if God Himself had told me my roommate would ask me that.
We continued talking about horniness for a minute or so, at which point I discovered the reason behind the questions: my roommate was horny. Damn horny, even. And he wanted sex. Now.
He offered me a deal . . . if I let him fuck me, he’d let me fuck him. Simple enough, for him. However, I am not one who engages in casual sex. Hell, right now I am not one who engages in much of anything sexual. Especially when I am not attracted to the offerer at all.
Further gems include things on the order of “What would it take for you to have sex with me?” and “I don’t think you understand how much I’d appreciate this” and “Oh, come on, you know you want a fuckbuddy”.
For easily fifteen minutes I went through this with him. Discussion matter ranged from the size of my penis to how I know I’m bisexual to what experience I have sexually. Answers: big enough (and upon further request, “I’m not going to show it to you” when he commented that a visual display would be preferable), same way he knows he’s gay, virtually none.
And at last he stopped with a “Well, if that changes (me not being horny), let me know.”
Now, this weirded me out. Kinda freaky. Flattering, on one level, but for all I know he’d have asked any male roommate he had regardless of sexuality. And on another level, I kinda felt sorry for him (don’t ask me to explain . . . this is all still very confusing). And confusing on yet another, since before then he didn’t believe I was bi. For all I know he still doesn’t believe me.
So I’ve now officially been propositioned. By a member of the same sex. Anyone know what that base is for either of us? I now open this up to the floor for comments, questions, and general banter:)