As I walked back to the table with my order, my friends were laughing loudly. Paul was demonstrating his cock sucking technique on a corndog, and I laughed so hard I almost spilt my food as I sat down. It was lunchtime and the group I hung out with at the Student Union snack bar were all there. Paul was openly flirting with Mike, a straight male nurse who was involved with Cindy. She was from my hometown and a good friend, even though she had been a year ahead of me in high school. So when I came to the university, she quickly got me involved with 'the group', an odd assortment of students of varying ages and majors, as well as a couple of faculty members. I still thought Paul's playing around like this was all just a joke, never having met a gay person that I knew of. Still, it didn't bother me even though I had been raised with the philosophy of how wrong anything to do with homosexuality was.

As Paul dramatically licked off the mustard he had just placed on the end of his second corndog, he gave me a wink. While laughing along with everyone else at the table, I thought it was just part of the joke. I was to later learn otherwise. "Hey guys," I chuckled, "I hate leaving all this fun but I've got to get to class."

"Me too," chirped Cindy as she gave Mike a quick kiss, "you guys have fun. We'll see you later." After we left the snack bar, Cindy said, "Paul's a riot, sure looks like he's hot for you babe."
"Awhh, he's just joking with everyone gal," I replied as we walked quickly to make our botany class on time.

"Not the way he's always looking you over," she said with a sly smile, "he'd have loved it if you had returned that wink. Probably would have jumped your bones right then and there."

"Is Paul really gay?" I asked, feeling myself blushing and getting a tingly feeling in my crotch.
 
"He's as gay as they come babe," she replied as we walked into class, just in time for the start of the lecture.

After class I went back to the snack bar alone because Cindy had a music theory class to go to. Several of the group, including Paul, were still there and had a spades game going. I sat over to the side and talked to several people that were not playing until Samantha asked me if I wanted to take over her hand. As I sat down and picked up the cards being dealt, Paul winked at me again and all I could do was smile shyly.

As we played I was thinking that the flirtation from Paul wasn't any different from that of several ladies I knew. It certainly didn't seem wrong to be enjoying it either. As the game finally broke up, and we were all heading out, Paul asked if I wanted to go get something to eat with him at the Tastee Freez. "Sure," I replied, "I was thinking about walking over there anyway."

"My car is right outside," he said, "easier than walking."

As we chatted that evening, we stayed on topics concerning school, music and where we were from. Paul was a music graduate student while I was a freshman biology/chemistry student. We both loved pop, rock, folk, and jazz. He was from the northeast and I