Another story from a client.
"Everyone is somewhere on the bisexual scale," my brother kept insisting. Meanwhile, I insisted that I'm 100% straight. "How do you know?" "Because I like girls." "But what if a really cool guy came along?" "I could like him, but I couldn't love him." "Fair enough. But what if this cool guy wanted to do something more? I'm not talking about love, but what if he wanted to give you a handjob or something?" "I once heard it's not 'gay' if you're the one getting the handjob." "Ah, ha, that would put you on the bisexual scale! Certainly well to one end of the scale, but just admitting that you'd like a handjob puts you there." "Hey, I didn't say I'd like a handjob!" "But would you accept one if it happened?" "From a girl, for sure." "What about from a guy?" "I doubt I could even get erect." "I'll bet you could." "Oh, yeah, how much?" "See this twenty?" my brother asked as he pulled a sawbuck out of his wallet. "So you mean, you'd pay me $20 if I didn't get hard during a handjob?" This virus thing had me out of work and $20 was very interesting right about then. Furthermore, I was shut in the house with my brother, who was my roommate, and couldn't get out and do anything with anyone. I was bored. Plain and simple. "Right, if you got a handjob, and you didn't get hard, I'd give you this twenty." Of course I knew where this was going. It seemed to me that my brother, who had been after me for quite some time to try something gay, was going to win this time. To this day, I'm not sure how I felt about that. "And if you loose, you give me $20." "No fucking way," I retorted. "So you think you would get hard?" "No, that wouldn't happen." "So, you'd win. You have nothing to loose." "That's right." "Well?" "So, you're going to wank me, and I get $20?" "Yes, I will." "Make it $40." "No." "Come on, $40." "No, forget it." At this point, something weird had come over me. Believe it or not, I didn't want to miss out on the handjob. And the $20. In fact, I'm not sure which was more important to me at the moment. The next thing I know, I'm laying on my brother's bed, and he has his surprisingly soft, warm hand around my penis. I lost the bet.
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