"Say, Grant, mind telling me if you and your gay room mate are an
item?" Tad asked wincing as with all his might Bryce managed to trap a
pubic hair in his mesh and pull it out by the root.
"Bryce is gay? You're kidding right?"
"Well, I just assumed," Tad said vaguely with his cock hardening
inside his new jockstrap. Grant hadn't denied that he was gay. Tad
adjusted himself, and shrugged, "You think he's not? Well, I suppose
you guys have gaydar to detect one another, right? So you'd know."
"Wait, Tad, you got it wrong. I'm straight. As far as I know Bryce is
straight. Listen, I better get back to that call, and then I'm going
to the dining hall for dinner. Lasagna tonight."
"Wait up, Grant, sorry about the gay crack maybe I misunderstood why
Bryce was sniffing my jockstrap. Anyway, I'm pretty much done here for
now, how about I join you for dinner in 10 minutes."
"Bryce was sniffing your jockstrap?" Grant said incredulously.
"Yeah. He said it was my fault. I had told him some jocksniffer was
stealing my jockstraps, and he said he got curious. Anyway, about
dinner?"
"Uh, oh, yeah, sure." Grant disappeared with a dazed look on his face
to take a message for Bryce.
As soon as he was gone, Grant crooked his elbow and moved his arm
violently up and down whisper shouting, "Yes!"
Bryce was embarrassed and confused. Was he gay? Was Tad gay too?
What was going on?