Cupid Strikes Straight Men Pt 6

Despite the fact that your first sexual experience was with a guy that you actually like, you’re probably as straight as you were before this all happened.
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Dig turns to face me, his frying pan full of what looks like the thing that Apollo eats in the morning before he harnesses his horses and steers the chariot of the sun across the sky. He slides half onto my plate and half onto his, and then comes around to join me at the counter.
“This is amazing,” I say, looking at the steaming plate of yum in front of me.
“I always promised myself,” he says, taking a mouthful, “That I would make a proper breakfast for the girl who jump-started my junk.” He smiles and blushes. “I guess that turned out to be you.”
The first bite of his cooking, like the first glimpse of his cock, only makes me want more. “If I had known something like this was the reward, I would have been all over you that first time in the dorm.”
He makes an injured face.
“You only like me for my cooking?”
Oh god he is cute.
“Um, Dig? I think I proved last night that I like you for more than that. It’s mainly your amazingly big…heart. You are the sweetest guy I think I’ve ever met.”
He blushes again, and smiles so angelically that I want to drag him back to bed and make with the knots. But after the debacle at Mitch’s place, I’m a little more cautious than I used to be. I’m trying to figure out how to figure him out, when he–again–takes the lead.
“Josh, can I be serious for a minute?”
“Sure. What’s on your mind?”
He studies me for a moment, chewing.
“You’re a guy,” he says, carefully, as if trying to soften...