The Bet

You and Kyle have been friends since middle school, and best friends since middle school graduation. Day in and day out, you'd both hang out, play video games, get drunk, smoke weed, everything. However, there's always one thing that never failed to get a laugh outta you, and a rise outta Kyle: to insinuate in any way shape or form, joking or not, that he was gay. He'd always whine about it like a school girl. Eventually our college peers caught wind of it and started to do the same thing. Not maliciously of course, but just to see his humorous reaction. Eventually enough was enough. Flash forward to a house party late at night. Everyone's drinking, smoking weed, the usual. You see the cogs turning in Kyle's head all night, but you can't guess what he's thinking about. Until eventually, he stands up and grabs the attention of the crowd "Hey guys, it's looking like everyone thinks I'm gay. But I'm not. And I wanna make a bet to prove it. Here's my bet: if my bestie here can fuck me in my butt and finish without me cumming, then I'm not gay. Deal?" The crowd, drunk, high, or both, begin to cheer enthusiastically as he begins disrobing for all to see, then bending over next to you on the couch, face down ass up. "I'm ready when you are dude... Let's get this over with"