Last night I slept beside a STRAIGHT boy wearing nothing but striped red underwear. After hanging out in town with some mates it was too late for me to catch a bus home so I stayed over at his. He was so secure of his sexuality and since the night was so hot (Yes, it's Summer in New Zealand - and no pun intended) he was sleeping shirtless and without anything on but his underwear RIGHT BESIDE ME. And he kept asking me how I could possibly sleep with my clothes and jeans on (he even asked again in the morning - I even joked saying 'Man, you really want me to take my pants off don't you'). But yeah, I did take my shirt off in the middle of the night because it was so hot and sweaty... HAH HIS BED NOW REAKS OF MY SMELL! Well, I didn't take my shirt/jeans off before because I actually felt awkward doing so... (HOW IRONIC I KNOW, the straight boy is more keen to undress than I am?)
When we woke up in the morning we just lay there talking for ages with almost nothing on (OMG - I used to do with with my ex boyfriend?! It was so deja vu). Well I woke up shirtless so I told him yeah I woke up during the night cause like you said it was too hot. And he was like I should've woken him up... LOL WHY? WHAT A LOST CHILD. "Oh yes wake up please, it's too hot so please watch me remove my shirt before you go back to bed".
Bleh. Then he asked me if I wanted a shower. I got sick of all the sexual tension only I was feeling so I said yeah and whacked off in his shower. My clothes smelt real bad from all the sweating so he lent me some of his. Yup, I'm wearing it now.
AND YES HE'S STRAIGHT OKAY, JUST LIKE THAT CHRISTIAN BOY. It's just my luck to come across straight boys nice and secure and flirtatious to torture me. I bet they know it.