Status Updates From We're Both Straight, Right?

Then Ed asked, “So neither of you has ever kissed a guy before?”
“Oh, sure,” Larry replied. “He’s a great kisser.”
“Cut!”

LOL, Larry doesn't get the gay for pay angle at all.

“One of you should have a girlfriend, and you don’t want her to find out you’re fucking a guy for money. Got that?”
“Okay,” Larry said. “I’ll have a girlfriend.”
Ed looked him up and down. “No offense, handsome, but I’ve seen your technique. What say we give the girlfriend to your buddy with the social skills?”

“Do you wanna wake up one morning to find me aiming a BB gun at you, just because you said it was okay for me to shoot a tin can off your head when we were sixteen?”
“What the hell does…?” Larry huffed in frustration. “Do you want a fuckin’ blowjob or not?”
“Yes, I do. Thanks for asking.”

Mr Fessenden re-wrote this after the metoo movement to make the consent questions clearer. It didn't make the story less crazy.

Finished.

Finished..

"That thing between your legs isn't exactly a baseball bat, but it sure feels like it going in."
"You want it, and you know it."
"Hence my problem."

“Come on, Ed,” Paul said. “Half the guys who do these ‘straight guy, first time’ things have been fucked so many times, you could drive a semi through their assholes.”

"Eh... No offense, sweetie, but I've seen you technique. What say we give the girlfriend to your friend with the social skills?"

“Look, bud, it’s okay. It’s cool.”
“Please don’t say you’re flattered,” Zack said, his embarrassment returning. Larry shrugged. “I don’t know if I feel the same way, but you’re still my best friend. I want you to be happy. And if we’re sleeping together, won’t that make you happy?”

Not really the response I was expecting. Isn’t this supposed to be a romance?

It was insane the way Larry filled him up now, as if Zack could sustain himself on nothing more than the musky scent and taste of Larry's skin.
To hell with food and water! He felt like an addict now, and Larry was his drug.

“Goddamn it! I think I might be falling in love with you, asshole.”
“Dude! Did you just say you’re falling in love with my asshole?”

I’m not sure I like Zack. He thinks too much and acts like an asshole most of the time.

It hadn't occurred to Zack that Larry might just be doing this for fun, when it was having such a big emotional impact on him. Now, just as he was beginning to come to tems with the possibilty of - falling in love? - with his best friens, he was being slapped in the face with another harsh reality: Larry might not be falling in love with Zack.

Larry was kissing him. He jerked back, opening his eyes to regard his friend in shock. Larry looked less hurt than annoyed this time. “What the fuck?” Zack gasped. “What? Are you going to say I have bad breath now? I’ve been sucking down mints for the last half hour.”

One can never have enough mints.

These sex games were starting to upset both of them. Not just because of the whole sexuality question - though that was still fucking disturbing - but because they were both starting to get emotionally wrapped up in it somehow.

Now there is that famous scene. It was actually pretty funny. Even though Zack is a bit too uptight.

Do you have some morning wood you’d like me to take care of?”
“You really don’t have any sense of tact at all, do you?”
“No.” Zack sighed and rolled over onto his back. He did have a morning erection, and the movement brought it directly underneath Larry’s hand. “All right. Have at it.”

"I wouldn't know "normal" if it bit me in the ass. And I don't give a fuck about it. I know I like jerking off with you. Do you like doing it with me?"

“Dude… please tell me we’re not going to just do this all day long.”

Now Zack, don’t be such a spoilsport.

“Is this like some fetish you’ve always had but never told me about?”
“Making porn?”
“No. Flashing me.”
“I don’t think I’ve been wanting to do it,” Larry said at last. “But now that I am, I am kind of getting off on it. Could you look directly at my dick for a minute?”

Oh, I like Larry.

"... Could you look directly at my dick for a minute?"
Zack sighed, as though this was a hardship.
"I'm looking right at your big, hard cock, Does that do it for you?"

Since the dreaded “Suck Zack’s Cock on Film” day (as Larry insisted on entering it into his phone calendar) was a week away, Zack hoped he could more or less put it out of his mind until then. But he discovered that Larry had other ideas.

Oh yeah.

"We both watch tons of porn," Larry said reasonably. This much Zack couldn't deny.
"Other people let themselves be filmed so guys like you and me can watch. It seems fair that we let them watch us."