a couple of years ago, me and my best friend were spending the night at my house. We were playing a game, and decided to make wagers on the races. We wagered blow jobs.
Honestly, I lost on purpose, and made bad bets on purpose.
I was curious, and had an attraction to him.
we never talked about it again, except once.
I put my feeling behind me, accepted that you were unerringly straight, had a girlfriend, and that being your best friend was not worth risking for a fools hope. I rarely thought about it till recently. and now i regret not being honest with you.
I’m not attracted to anyone else, don’t have much of an urge to be intimate with others, but you’re the exception. I wish we could lay down together.
I think I love you
