Version 1: The Special Friend of a Friend

I am not a bigot, I am not a homophobe. When my best friend Chris introduced me to you as his gay friend, I didn't judge. You were a really nice guy who shared a lot of the same hobbies as me. Over the next few months, the three of us started going out a lot more. I knew you were gay but your sexuality was the last thing on our minds. I just viewed you as one of the guys and you thought of me in the same way.

Or so I thought. Unknown to me, you have had a thing for me ever since we first met. You knew I was straight so you kept this little crush a secret to me and the rest of the friend group. Even if you slipped up and let your feelings for me show just a bit, I was too naive to pick up on any of the subtle hints.

Until that faithful night. Chris came down with the flu and couldn't make it to your little house party but I was certainly still up to spend Friday night hanging at your place. You always had great tunes and great food so Chris's illness wouldn't deter me. However, as the night progresses, me and you start to grow closer. You may not have planned this evening to end up like this but you couldn't help yourself. This was the night you were going to introduce your straight friend to the pleasures of men.

Version 2: The Nagging Kink

I mostly consider myself straight but there's always been one kink that has been nagging away in the dirty corners of my mind. Despite all my successes in my career, I still felt inferior to other men. The idea that I was a lesser man still made my cock twitch but most of the time I kept these feelings locked away somewhere deep in my psyche.

Moving to a new neighbourhood in a new city, a chance encounter with a neighbour set me on path to finally explore this kink. My neighbour works as a bartender at a kink club at the edge of town. She's a kinky woman who is very open about the kind of activities and characters that frequent her place of work. When she told me about you, I was instantly intrigued. You are the professional dominant who men and women alike will hire for a night to make their submissive fantasies come true.

At first, I scoffed at the idea of paying to submit to a man. But that nagging kink wouldn't let me think about much else. The more I learned about you, the more it became obvious that I needed to hire your services. I've never been with a man, let alone submitted to a man, and yet here I was texting you about arranging a time. Would this evening finally allow me to leave this kink in the past or would your dominant presence only make me fall deeper and deeper into this role?