Tyler and I were really good friends. I'm off at college now and he's still back home. But we went to a high school together. Even though Tyler claims to be straight, when others weren't around he would let me touch him here and there, but I was always too chicken to touch his penis.

One night during our last summer before we graduated from high school we hung out. This is most likely my last year we’d be seeing each other 180 days out of the year. Tyler was at work and I was just chilling around the house. It was a usual day; I woke up around noon, made breakfast, cleaned up, showered, and called some people. I realized I hadn't spoken to Ty for a while and he owed me a date, or as he called it a "hang out".

So I was just sitting on my bed, looking at his entry in my phone contemplating calling him. I eventually called him, he picked up and said he was at work and would call me when he got out around seven. Even though I knew not to get too excited, but I always did just hearing his voice made me get a hard on, though I didn't do anything with it...just yet. It was 6:45 and my phone rang it was Ty and he told me to go over his house around 7:30. Now I was excited and jumped in the shower again, picked out a hanging out not too gay outfit but also something that just looked like I threw on.

I pulled up to his house around 7:45, fashionably late. I rang the doorbell, and there was Ty still in his work uniform. That was the first time I'd seen him in a long time and I started to blush. We didn't really know how to greet each other, I mean we'd hugged before and I'd groped but we rarely hung out one on one so we did this corny little high-five thing. Ty then invited me in, I walked in and met his mother and stepfather, his mother was really excited saying "Oh this is the young man you're always talking about..." I just looked at Ty, now it was his turn to blush. His stepfather walked up to me, shook my hand and said, "For a fairy, pretty nice grip."

I responded in a confused voice "Thanks...I guess." Now it was pretty uncomfortable.

It was dinnertime, and I would feel awkward not to eat, so I just did. Ty and I sat next to one another and played footsies under the table, giggled and blushed the whole time. His parents looked at us funny, but we didn't really care we were both 18. His parents were very nice to me, but they knew I was gay. For gag gifts I used to get Ty stupid little boxers saying "Hello my name is dick" or "Self serve 24/7" it was just for fun, cause he would never buy them for himself, and he wore them a lot. We were all done eating and chatting, not an exciting conversation. What interested me most was that his parents were leaving for a party and said I could stay over, besides that we just talked about girls and school, some sports. I just nodded and pretended I cared. His mother excused us from the table, but I said no and I helped clean up and said Ty would help too while his parents got ready. Once again his mother went on