Alright, so here's the story. My best friend came down to visit this weekend. We've been friends for about a year and a half now, and we're pretty close. We can talk about practically anything, and even though I think he's a complete goof, I care about him very much. Surprisingly, we met on this website.
As it follows, conversations about sex and our anatomy and things came pretty easily. I'm not shy to talk about that sort of stuff, and neither is he. And at some point, it became pretty damn cool to know that he and I are packing pretty much the same amount in the pants.
So, when he came down, it just hit me one afternoon: Hmmm, I wonder if we can settle the score and show what we got. I didn't think anything of it. I admit, it was hard for me to bring the topic up to you, but I basically said that I had never known any of my good friends to be well-endowed like myself and I thought it'd be interesting if we show them off to each other. I didn't say anything about jerking off or more; just a brief show and that's it.
He laughed uneasily and said that that was a little too uncomfortable. Naturally, I ribbed him about it -- since our equipment's no different and that we both shower at the gym and things like that, what the hell. He said he'd think about it, but I called his bluff. I brought it up again later that evening and he didn't want to.
Okay, that's cool.
But while I was working on some homework in the other room, I got to thinking. What's his problem? I had all kinds of arguments worked out in my head about why a bit of show-and-tell would be nowhere near as threatening as he saw it. I thought about sexuality -- you know, I'm straight too, but I think I'm well-adjusted enough to realize that showing them won't make either of us gay. Was I going too far? Well, no... I just said show-and-tell. And I had to catch myself from assuming, hey, maybe he's just lying about what he has... I don't think that's fair.
I know that he's allowed to have his boundaries. I'm not arguing against those.
Let me put it this way. I have a full-size futon. We had to share it while he slept over since I'm only in a one-bedroom apartment. It's cool. We joked about the other not getting upset if they get jabbed with morning wood. Ha ha, indeed. But the nights that we slept (physically slept) together, he was totally comfortable being practically snuggled up to me. I didn't care. I'd throw my arm around him or I'd spoon him if he laid that close to me, and he did the same. Sunday night, I remember turning toward him and he snuggled up to me. He gave me this really delicate massage along my back and my arms. (Felt strange because the touch was so light, but it was relaxing, yeah.)
I guess that's what I don't understand. Why doesn't he have qualms about more intimate behaviors which I think would be out of the typical hetero's comfort zone, but freezes up like the Antarctic when I brought up the show and tell? (I have one guess. He's not afraid of stuff he initiates, but...)
Anyhow, sorry for rambling -- I just had to get all this out to make better sense of it.
As it follows, conversations about sex and our anatomy and things came pretty easily. I'm not shy to talk about that sort of stuff, and neither is he. And at some point, it became pretty damn cool to know that he and I are packing pretty much the same amount in the pants.
So, when he came down, it just hit me one afternoon: Hmmm, I wonder if we can settle the score and show what we got. I didn't think anything of it. I admit, it was hard for me to bring the topic up to you, but I basically said that I had never known any of my good friends to be well-endowed like myself and I thought it'd be interesting if we show them off to each other. I didn't say anything about jerking off or more; just a brief show and that's it.
He laughed uneasily and said that that was a little too uncomfortable. Naturally, I ribbed him about it -- since our equipment's no different and that we both shower at the gym and things like that, what the hell. He said he'd think about it, but I called his bluff. I brought it up again later that evening and he didn't want to.
Okay, that's cool.
But while I was working on some homework in the other room, I got to thinking. What's his problem? I had all kinds of arguments worked out in my head about why a bit of show-and-tell would be nowhere near as threatening as he saw it. I thought about sexuality -- you know, I'm straight too, but I think I'm well-adjusted enough to realize that showing them won't make either of us gay. Was I going too far? Well, no... I just said show-and-tell. And I had to catch myself from assuming, hey, maybe he's just lying about what he has... I don't think that's fair.
I know that he's allowed to have his boundaries. I'm not arguing against those.
Let me put it this way. I have a full-size futon. We had to share it while he slept over since I'm only in a one-bedroom apartment. It's cool. We joked about the other not getting upset if they get jabbed with morning wood. Ha ha, indeed. But the nights that we slept (physically slept) together, he was totally comfortable being practically snuggled up to me. I didn't care. I'd throw my arm around him or I'd spoon him if he laid that close to me, and he did the same. Sunday night, I remember turning toward him and he snuggled up to me. He gave me this really delicate massage along my back and my arms. (Felt strange because the touch was so light, but it was relaxing, yeah.)
I guess that's what I don't understand. Why doesn't he have qualms about more intimate behaviors which I think would be out of the typical hetero's comfort zone, but freezes up like the Antarctic when I brought up the show and tell? (I have one guess. He's not afraid of stuff he initiates, but...)
Anyhow, sorry for rambling -- I just had to get all this out to make better sense of it.
