First off, I want to say I am not gay. There is nothing wrong with it if you are, it's just not the way I swing. I have had several gay friends in my life, no big deal.
Once, in my early days of college, me and some buddies were partying at this bar. Me and a couple of guys decided to go back to this one guy's apartment to smoke a joint or two. We were all drunk as fuck and after getting stoned somehow we all started "rasslin"..I had this one dude down on the floor in a headlock and I noticed he was using one of his fingers to gently 'tap, tap, tap' on my crotch. I let him go and even though I knew what was going on I didn't mention it and that was the end of it that night.
The next weekend I ran into him in the bar again. He asked me if I wanted to go back to his apartment again and get stoned. I was a major pothead back then and said 'sure".. I kinda knew he was gonna hit on me but I figured I could handle it. Plus, I wasn't about to pass up on that awesome weed he had. As we got stoned, finally he told me he wanted to suck my dick. I told him 'no' and that I wasn't gay. He said he wasn't either, that he was bisexual. THEN he began to insist that I was also!! He said 'that he could just tell'...I explained to him that no I wasn't, I had a girlfriend and was straight. He kept insisting I was!....."gaydar" is bullshit.....Again, that was the end of it.
The next weekend, same thing--bar, drunk, let's go get stoned. This time in addition to the beer and weed, he offered me some Valium. I was like "sure"... He handed me this pill which was FOUR of those round valiums with the V cut out of the middle of it--all somehow glued together to make one pill. I was like "naw, dude what are you trying to do--kill me?"... But, stoner that I was, I did take two of them..And with the 12 or 15 beers already ingested, the weed, and the valium, I proceeded to pass out pretty quickly.
Next thing I knew--I woke up the next morning, in his bed with him. I still had my pants on but my shirt was missing...I got up quickly, hungover as fuck, and left...My butthole was not sore so I don't think he went there. I have always used a vibrator or something akin while masturbating so I know my butt..Didn't feel like anything had been up it. Now whether he tried to blow me or not, I don't know. But as fucked up as I was, and I WAS majorly drunk--if he did try while I was unconscious, I sincerely doubt my dick was in any kind of working order. But--who knows? Luckily this was in like the early 80's and AIDS hadn't really came around yet.
About a month later he moved away to California...A few months later I heard he had commited suicide....I felt bad for the guy, but really doubted my experience with him had anything to do with it. Surely he must have had more problems than just some long haired stoner dude who wouldn't have sex with him.....
But I sure missed that killer weed he always had.