He cut me off scrolling through the pics. “If that was anyone other than you, would you say the guy in these pics is a fag? Cmon man… look how into my cock you were!! You fucking loved it.
Yesterday, I’d have looked at those pics and called that guy a fag. I wiped my face off and we went to breakfast.
The guys, even Cory, were impressed and complimented me on my prowess on the mountain. We were in the hot tub after talking about the runs, hot girls we saw at lunch, our plans to party later, and where we’d start the day tomorrow. Best friends! The best time ever! Best spring break ever! I totally forgot about last night or my conversation with Cory this morning (or those fucking pics on his phone). That is… until Cory looked at me with a deadly serious look and said, “Dude, it’s time.” I knew what he meant.
We were back in the middle of this morning’s bullshit conversation.
