I Didn't Know She Was A Dude! (A First-Time Gay Encounter)

By Gavin York

Chris is your stereotypical jock. He likes to party, he likes to play rough, and he likes to get laid. Problem is, he's so big and handsome, no one can resist him. He's partied, played, and laid his way over the last three years of college...and he's bored. Enter Sam, an enigmatic, androgynous beauty that Chris just can't ignore. Sam drives Chris wild with desire, and he'll do anything to take her to bed. There's just one hitch: Sam is a man! Being the macho hetero man he is, Chris knows he should be disgusted by his mistake...except he could never be disgusted by Sam. He wants the man with a mad passion he's never felt before!

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The night air hit us like a frigid kiss. Instantly, my nipples hardened under my Venus semi-sheer blouse, and the humidity of Saperstein evaporated like a distant dream. Without the bodies to block us, without the music to drown out our words, the silence and the space of the outside world hummed with illicit promise.

"My dorm's just up the way," I said. The logical part of my brain was screaming at me to drop his hand and run for the hills. My body refused to comply.

Chris squeezed my hand, and gazed into my eyes. "You sure?" He was so sincere... I hated him. I wanted him. I would have let him have me right there, up against the house, but I knew if that happened this would all be over. I wanted to prolong this feeling for as long as I could. It would make the truth more painful when it finally came out, but I'd never wanted a man this much. And I'd wanted. I couldn't stop myself from wanting. I'd had lovers, men I liked and men I loved and men I outright loathed, but none so fine as him, none so thick and slick and smooth. Before we left the shadow of the house, I grabbed him again, pulled him down into a messy kiss.

"Remember this," I whispered into his lips. "Remember how much you like this."

His big hands nearly encircled my waist. "You kidding? I'll remember this the rest of my life."

"You have no idea," I muttered to myself. I was setting myself up for failure. For pain. I was too drunk, too horny. Inside the house, I knew Stella and the others would be trying to find me. They wanted to protect me. They wanted to protect me from myself, and from him. "Quick," I hissed at him. "Let's get out of here."

"You don't have to tell me twice," he said. He let me take his hand, and lead him from the housing quad.

"You're an idiot," a voice inside me screamed. "Are you trying to get yourself killed?"

I wasn't. I swear I wasn't. I was trying to live. I was trying to live out the magic night he thought we were having. He thought I was some confident Snow White, wooed by his charm and his bluster.

It didn't have to end in tragedy, I promised myself. I could tell him I didn't do it on the first date. "Just give me tonight," I prayed to the queer gods.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Boruma Publishing, LLC
• Release date: Jul 31, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370220205

Gavin York

Gavin York is a naughty writer. He spent a very long time thinking about what else to say in his profile but his thoughts inevitably turned to depravity. He lives in southern California, he drinks a little too much tequila on the weekends, and he secretly prefers dogs to cats (though he owns neither because loose fur drives him mad). He likes big men with big egos, and necessary roughness.

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I Didn't Know She Was a Dude!

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Disclaimer: This story contains explicit content, including graphic descriptions of sexual intercourse between men. It is intended for adults only. All characters depicted are over 18-years-old. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events, is purely coincidental.

Cover design by Gavin York. Cover photo © Can Stock Photo artofphoto.

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Chapter 1: Chris

It was going to be a good night. Crusher and Max were already three sheets to the wind, Brodie and Mike were high as fuck, and I was on a mellow buzz--not too drunk, not too high, just coasting on a cloud of sweet sinsemilla. Life was grand.

They better have pussy at this party, man, Crusher said.

Max yipped like a coyote. I told you, bro, they got it on lock! It's dripping out the kegs and pouring down the walls!

Brodie stared at Max like he'd just revealed some magic secret of the universe. Whoa, he said. Seriously? The walls? Brodie wasn't the brightest bulb when he was sober, and after two joints he was basically a cartoon character.

Yeah, dude! Max crowed. Off the mother-fuckin'-walls. Scoop that shit up and fuck it all night long.

I arched an eyebrow at Max. You know, the more details you go into, the less appetizing that sounds. I think the metaphor got away from you.

Your mom's a metaphor! Max said. Let's get in there and crush some fuckin' pussy!

Crusher hooted like an ape, and the five of us threw our arms over each other's shoulders. Circling up into a tight huddle, Max threw us a bold, red-rimmed glare. Listen up, ladies!

Hoo-ra! we roared back at him.

Each of you has a solemn duty to Sigma Kappa Chi to get in this house and turn it the fuck up. Hoo-ra!

Hoo-ra! we hooted.

Each of you must get wasted as fuck--

Hoo-ra!

Each of you must score with the finest bitches in the building--

Hoo-ra!

You will debase yourselves--

Hoo-ra!

And you will black out, or die trying! HOO-RA!

HOO-RA! we roared. By the final hoo-ras, people were hanging out the windows of the Saperstein house and pumping their fists in the air. We were SKC boys, and they knew exactly what that meant. We assailed the front door like rogue knights storming a castle, and when we got inside the cheer was insane. All five of us were on the football team, and we'd had one hell of a year. We were conquering heroes. No, fuck that--we were demi-gods.

The first hour inside the house played out like every college movie you've ever seen, except mashed together and twice as loud. Technically, we were crashing the party, but everyone knew we'd be there. They wanted us there. They wanted the excuse to go insane, too. We were living legends, the partying embodiment of all that was good and right with the collegiate world. We'd slaughtered the opposition all semester long, and now we were in the playoffs for the first time in years.

Reviews for I Didn't Know She Was A Dude! (A First-Time Gay Encounter)

[Les · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

Good read with believable ending. Not too long, well paced