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20. So We're Calling People Kitchen Equipment Now?

Present time...

And this was how I found myself here, looking at lots of straight porn to try and figure out what was really going on with me. Even after one hot shower to rinse the pond water off, then two cold additional showers, my body still felt weird. Not a bad weird, just... weird.

Yes okay alright, I had kissed John first. I'll take ownership of that.

But the way that he kissed me back? Yeah I wasn't nearly as prepared for that. At all.

I glanced back down at my hard dick that twitched at the mere thought of that man. "You're just full of surprises, aren't you?" I questioned this wildly inconsistent fucker.

But then I thought about it... It wasn't just my little guy, was it? I thought of the way Marty touched John... Yeah, no I didn't like that at all. Or the way John laughed when he was with him.

Then I thought of the way John smiled at me from the restaurant window... and when he cleared that side table off before setting me back on it...

Yeah I liked that. I clearly liked that a lot.

"Fuck!" I grumbled into my pillow, closing the laptop right at the end of the gorgeous pornstars orgasm, before I flipped to my side. This was beyond my area of expertise, and just far too much for my peanut sized brain to comprehend on a Sunday night.

Luckily I knew someone who was far more versed on this subject, and he'd be back in the office first thing tomorrow.

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"Unhand me, Derek!" Alex hissed. He stumbled into one of the shelves that held cleaning supplies as I let go of his shirt collar, then I backed up further into the closet myself.

"Sorry!" I muttered, closing the closet door and watching as the man I had been trying to get alone all day, tucked his shirt back in and straightened his tie. Since when did he start wearing ties? I wondered.

"Why, for the love of all fucking hell, did you just yank me into a janitors closet?" He asked. I could see he was biting back harsher words as he looked at me expectantly.

"I think I might be gay," I blurted out.

Alex's face contorted in about as much confusion as it would've if I had just told him I was running for president. Which wasn't so out of left field honestly. If Donald Trump and Joe Exotic could do it, why couldn't I?

"No you're not," he said seriously.

I was suprised about how serious he was being, but then again, this could've been due to the fact that I had intercepted Alex on the fifth floors left wing hallway, right after his third meeting today. He looked done with the day in general.

"No, seriously Alex," I tried to explain, "I kissed John. And I'm pretty sure I liked it?- Oh wow I now understand what Katy Perry was trying to tell us."

Alex went silent at that for what felt like an eternity. He was just looking at me.

He was silent for so long, I finally had to check in. "Whatchya thinking... buddy?" I asked slowly.

"That my honeymoon was entirely too short," he grumbled in return. "I leave for one fucking week... Derek listen, regardless of what you and John have done, that doesn't make you gay."