I had been the worst asshole to George in senior high school. Knowing he was gay, I would taunt him in the locker room by sticking my ass toward him and saying, "I'll bet you'd love to be in here!" I would spread it for him, showing him my tight, hairy hole. I knew he liked me. I knew he wanted me. That's what made it so fun to tease him.
When I was at the urinal and I saw him enter the bathroom, I sometimes didn't hesitate to move farther back at the urinal to "accidentally" expose my penis. Once I "accidentally" dropped a fake business card I'd made. It read "Jay's Blowjob Service. No cock too big. Free swallowing, anuses extra. Call 555-4444."
I loved to tell him what I was doing with my girlfriend. "I put my nose right up her pussy and sniffed! Mmm! It was great! I love having my face in pussy! Nothing beats pussy!"
I had the perfect body, and George and I both knew it. It was muscular, not too thin, and I had a face the women loved. Lying in bed at night, I loved to think about what George must have been fantasizing about. Was he thinking about taking my cock into his mouth? Did he dream of lying on top of me? And was there romance in his thoughts? Or did he just want to fuck me in my luscious ass?
At times I wondered what it would be like to have sex with him. Or with any man. When someone of the same sex you know shows an interest in you, you are flattered. And you wonder about it. I joked to myself that he'd probably be better in bed than my girlfriends were.
One day, as we walked home from school, George said to me, "Jay, I predict you're not going to be married, ever."
"What makes you say that?"
"I can read it in your face. You'll chicken out."
"And do what?"
"And be alone and unhappy. You're a hostile person. You are."
"Hostile, my ass."
"You will, Jay. You'll be alone."
I told him that I was so sure I'd be happily married to a hot woman that if I wasn't in that very state by my tenth reunion, I would let him have sex with me.
"Deal," he said with evil in his eyes. And from that moment on, he always smiled when we passed in the halls.
*
When my tenth high school reunion came about, I went. I wanted to see who was successful, who had failed, and who was fat and bald. George would probably be with some lover of his. I had not found a relationship as of yet, spending my time home alone when I wasn't at my boring office job. In fact, I had not been in a relationship for five years.
I danced with Roseanne, the shy girl who, I found out soon after graduation, had been meaning to ask me to the prom. Oh, why hadn't she? There could have been wedding bells soon after, followed by steady sex and an end to my solitary masturbation.
Roseanne and I talked. She was still single. She had become more attractive since high school, she had a nice job, and she just seemed like a nice person.
Midway through the night, George walked in. He was well groomed, in good shape, and alone. He approached me and greeted me. Then came the questions. "So where's the beautiful wife? Is that your Rolls outside? Are you happy? How come you're not your own boss yet?"
My umms, uhs, wells and you sees did not satisfy him. "What a disappointment, Jay. You're not what I thought you'd have become."
I was depressed. After the night had ended, he asked me back to his hotel for a drink. He sat very close to me on the sofa; I didn't mind. I didn't mind at all. Why mind? After another drink, I would be leaving.
"Ever wonder why you're still single, Jay? Ever wonder why you made fun of me in high school? And Jay, do you remember the bet we made?"
My head turned very slowly toward him. I gulped. I swallowed.
"Uh, the funny joke we made in senior year?" I said meekly. "Of course. Yeah, that sure was funny. I'm straight, you know."