How Straight is Straight - Gay Romance Erotica

Adam embarks on the first of many subsequent sexual adventures, and discovers that sex with men is not so bad after all. So how straight is straight?
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Jonah was right of course. I'd had anal sex with two men I didn't know and this was probably the best course of action at this juncture. It was all over in fifteen minutes and the enemas was actually pleasant. Jonah had put me through the procedure a total of four times before he was satisfied. I was feeling much better by the time he turned on the whirlpool tub and began heating the water. I'm not sure if it was the aspirin, the drink, the anesthetic, or a combination of all three, but my head and ass was better. Jonah said that I needed to sit in the whirlpool and let the jets do their job, which would relax me and make me feel better. He was right about that too; the minute I sat down in the hot swirling water I immediately started to relax. Closing my eyes, I leaned back and fondly soaked up the warmth and motion of the water as the tiny jets caressed my aching body.

I must have dozed off because the next time I was even vaguely aware of my surroundings is when Jonah slipped into the tub and handed me a cold wine glass full of Orange juice.

"Umm, I love OJ." I said, taking a sip from the glass.

"Mimosa." He countered. "Orange juice and champagne." He added, apparently noticing my look of bewilderment when sipped it.

"Ohh. I know they're popular, but I've never tried one." I replied. "Not bad." I added. "Listen Jonah, I'm really appreciative of everything you've done for me, but I'm uncomfortable with us being in the tub together." I confessed. "What would Chris think if he walked in here.?" I explained.

"Chris isn't here Adam, he's at his Saturday morning soccer game. He plays with a bunch of guys that get together for the exercise. Anyway, he knows I'm interested in you, we discussed it this morning. He doesn't have a problem with it, and who says anything will happen anyway." Jonah casually admitted. "You may not be attracted to me, and last night may have been a drunken fluke. Right?" He laughed, raising his glass in a salute.

Sitting in that tub listening to Jonah convey the details of the conversation between he and Chris, was, how should I put it, embarrassing as Hell. I understood that he was attempting to put me at ease, but it was having the opposite effect. Trying not to let my discomfort show I sipped my Mimosa and feigned indifference as the blue eyed blonde continued to talk.

"So you see Adam, there is nothing to be concerned about. You and Chris work together so he would never approach you himself, as you are a colleague, and more importantly because he considers you a good friend." Jonah stated as a matter of fact.

I'd heard enough by that point that I decided a change of subject was needed before I had an overwhelming urge to curled into a fetal position and screamed. "Well, that's good to know, Jonah." I said coolly, taking a sip of my drink.

"I haven't upset you, have I?" He asked apprehensively, apparently noting the chill in my voice.

"No." I lied. "I'm just not very comfortable with this subject." I admitted.

"Oh, sorry." Jonah sputtered. "I forget that this is all new to you."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I barked defensively, immediately regretting my tone with him.

Jonah looked hurt as he explained. "I just meant that this is all a new experience for you, and I'm sure you're a bit confused about what you feel, and frankly, what you did last night. That's all."

"Sorry Jonah, you didn't do anything." I apologized, feeling like a shit for snapping at him, which instantly perked him up. "You're right, I'm having a little difficulty with all of this right now." I explained. "It's all a bit overwhelming."

"It was for me too when I realized I like guys and I wasn't supposed to." He offered. "Of course that was back in high school." The blue eyed blond confessed.