Anthony: show me
West: what?
Anthony: you said you’re touching yourself. Show me
West: are you crazy?
Anthony: probably
Anthony: are you touching yourself over your clothes?
I know I’m pushing things, and I probably shouldn’t be doing this considering he’s drunk, but whatever. I want to have some fun, and he can always stop answering if he isn’t into it.
West: yes
Anthony: show me
A few seconds go by, then a photo loads in the thread.
It’s of a strong, masculine hand cupping the dark fabric of a pair of jeans. The bulge under his palm is impressive, and so is the line of his dick snaking down his pant leg.
Anthony: very nice
West: I can’t believe I sent you that
West: I can’t believe any of this is happening
West: are you really into guys?
Anthony: yes
West: are you bi?
Anthony:I don’t really consider myself anything
West: ??? how can you be nothing? Are you ace or something like that?
Anthony: not sure. I’ve never really found a label that fits
Anthony: I just know that I don’t get interested in people often, but when I do, their gender isn’t a factor
West: that made total sense while also making zero sense
Anthony: I like to be contrary
West: this is really weird
Anthony: what is?
West: I literally just confessed one of my deepest secrets to you and I have no idea who you are
West: I haven’t even told my best friend I’m bi but I told you when you’re a stranger and the reason I have to break up with my fiancée and deal with the fallout from all that
It’s interesting that he’s worried about the fallout from the breakup and not the heartache or the emotional pain and turmoil that goes along with ending a serious relationship, and I tuck that away for future reference.
Anthony: do you regret telling me all that?
West: yes, but also no