“Was he hard?”
“Yeah.”
“And you don’t think that might be a little sus?”
“I was rubbing up on him that first time.”
“Okay, but what about the second time? Were you touching him?”
“No.”
He’d kept his crotch away from me, but I’d been able to see the bulge in his jeans. He’d been hard too.
“Yeah, that’s not very straight. I could maybe see the first one. I’d get hard too if someone rubbed up on me, even if I wasn’t attracted to them. But touching another dick wouldn’t get me hard. Not even the slightest bit.”
“I asked him if he was gay, and he said no. He’s, like, the straightest guy to ever straight. He hooked up with half our graduating class and more sorority girls than I can count since we started college.”
“Dude.” Dec’s voice was incredulous. “There’s more to the rainbow than just straight and gay.”
“You think he’s bi?”
“That or pan.”
“But…”
“I mean, I don’t know the guy. But my straightdar is telling me he’s not one of us.”
“Straightdar?”
“It’s like gaydar, only for straights. And your stepbro isn’t tripping mine.”
“You think?”
“Yeah. I do.”
I mulled that over in my head.
Was it possible that Ash was into guys too? It would make sense. He’d gotten hard when he’d jerked me off. And he’d had zero hesitation or issues touching my dick or my cum.
That wasn’t exactly straight boy behavior.
“Holy shit.”
“Yeah.”
“What should I do?”
“What do you want to do?” he asked.
“I don’t know.”
“Do you want to keep doing whatever you’re doing?”
“I-I don’t know.”
“It sounds like whatever is going on is messing with your head.”
“It is.”