All this would not be happening now if not for a certain event from three months ago. Mikołaj Skrzynecki, deputy head of marketing department was fully aware of this. It seemed a little strange to him that one event from an event-rich life could lead to such a situation. He felt like fate had made him a good joke, except that he wasn't laughing at all.

"Don't you like this restaurant?" asked the man opposite him. He looked at Mikołaj alertly, as if his answer really mattered to him.

"Yes, I like it, I just don't know if it suits the circumstances."

"Don't worry about it," came the answer with a charming smile. And it was this smile that made Mikołaj worry more.

"So, going back to the subject ..." he desperately tried to divert his own and attention of this man from dangerous tracks.

"Later. Don't let this delicious food wait. How do you find wine?

"Um ... delicious," he answered, confused.

A soft laugh made him wonder if he had said something stupid. He blushed with embarrassment and anger. It was supposed to be a business dinner, not ...

"I'm glad. To tell you the truth, I was afraid that I would miss your taste. I myself am a supporter of beer."

Mikołaj looked at him.

"So why this fancy, elegant restaurant? We could have had a burger and fries."

"By no means. This is our first dinner together and I want it to be special."

"Business" was emphatically emphasized by Mikołaj.

"Hm, I trust that don't necessarily. Hey, you can't blame a man for wanting a little hope."

"How many times should I repeat that I am not amused by such relationships?"

"Three months ago, when we first met, you said something different" he smiled slyly.

"Three months ago…" he wanted to explain, but suddenly it didn't make sense. Three months ago it was just ... different.

***

THREE MONTHS EARLIER

"Mikołaj, don't laugh at me, but I slept with a guy."

"WHAT?!"

Mikołaj Skrzynecki was completely shocked. Mirek, his best friend with whom they went to Tenerife to fuck young ladies did what? He sleep with the guy?

"You know, I didn't think you had it in you" he mocked, not quite knowing how to react.

"Heck, me too. You know I never even thought about it, but today ..."

Skrzynecki wondered if he wanted to hear about it. No, it was distasteful to hear his buddy with another man ... Brrr ... How could they both ...?

But on the other hand Mirek was always his friend and they could tell each other everything. After all, who was with him, as at the prom, he was so drunk that he puked his partner's dress?

In addition, Mirek was strangely excited. Really strangely, as if he wanted to share some great experience with him.

"All right, say it," he resigned. He decided that he would listen with only one ear.

"Do you remember the beach where you picked up this little Italian?"

"Sure," Mikołaj smiled.

"Well, I went there tonight. There are a lot of bars around, so I thought I would pick up someone. I was after two deeper when the guy approached me. He had a body, I tell you, like a young god.

"No, save me the details," he groaned.

"But they are important! Listen, just keep going! We come over, we talk. There is something strange but also appealing. I think what is it? He moves closer, smiles and suddenly pushes his tongue into my mouth ..."

"Blueh! Hideous!"

"I think so too, but only for a moment. You know, he kissed really well. I let him, so he goes on. He puts his hand in my bermuda shorts and starts playing with mine, you know what. Then he slides down and does with his tongue such things! Man, it was amazing! And then, you know, we went to this little motel and, believe me, it was a completely different dimension of pleasure. "

Mikołaj wanted to laugh at him, mock him, but there was something unusual in the expression on his friend's face, as if Mirek really experienced something extra.

"Were you a donor or recipient?" He asked instead.

"The recipient," Mirek blushed even more. For a second, in the mind of Skrzynecki, a picture of Mirek taken by a large, muscular man appeared and immediately shook him out of consciousness.

"It didn't hurt?"

'Some. At the beginning. It was more strange than painful, but then ... You know, prostate is a magical thing. "

"Come on!"

Mikołaj could no longer listen to this. The guy is made to make love to women, not to give ass.

"But you won't try to get to me now?" He asked suddenly scared.

"What the fuck! To you? Yuck!"

"Thanks," he muttered with mixed feelings. Although he didn't have the slightest desire to hang out with Mirek in an erotic way, but "yuck"?

"Don't get me wrong, but aside from the fact that you're not my type, it would be like fucking my own brother."

"Yuck!" Repeated Mikołaj, now with all conviction. "But what, now you won't run after girls?"

"Come on?! I am one hundred percent for women. Only maybe sometimes, you know, just for entertainment ... "

Skrzynecki thought it was pretty stupid. After all, if there are different ways to have fun, why not? But with a guy?

"You should try."

"What? Are you crazy?"

"Come on! We're on vacation. In Tenerife. You can pick up a local or a tourist and nobody in the country will know that you've had such adventures. And life is there to live, right?"

Mikołaj still couldn't believe that his own friend persuaded him to do something like that!

"I'm leaving," he shook his head. "I'm leaving you alone with your stupid ideas. If you want to hang out with guys, get a fuck, but don't mess with me. I'm staying with the girls."

Someone once said (Mikołaj was not very interested in when and who, he just remembered this statement, because it was cool) that the best and truest friendships are made during studies and they are bonds that are not easy to solve. His father would rather say that he meets the best buddies in the army, but since service ceased to be compulsory, hardly any boy went to the military. Nicholas personally did not know any. Most of his classmates either went abroad after school or did a job or went to college like him. He met many cool people at the university, but he only really got in touch with two boys. Kamil, one of them, has already started a family and business, so their contacts got a bit off, but they went to beer with Mirek regularly. When Mirek's girlfriend, whom he had been with continuously for eight months (for him it is a record), dumped him for another, Mirek did not get depressed, but decided to go on vacation and have fun. For the trip he persuaded Mikołaj, who was quite strongly tempted by the vision of sexy girls in bikinis. He took advantage of his first vacation in his life and together they jumped to Tenerife for ten days to warm up in the sun, bathe in the warm sea and admire the local and visiting beauties. They were just passing their eighth day in this beautiful place and Mikołaj had already picked up three girls who, like him, were looking for good fun.

Unlike Mirek, who had an absolutely average appearance and usually did not receive the attention of the fair sex, Skrzynecki never had a problem with snatching the girl. He was not very tall and up to one hundred and eighty centimeters tall he was missing one, he was not too muscular, although he went to the swimming pool regularly, but he knew that the girls liked his body, so without any complexes he put on swimsuits and went to the sun-drenched beach. Realizing that he can pick up almost any, Mikołaj freely displayed his qualities smiling charmingly. This vacation and this beach belonged to him.

It was almost noon when he woke up after a night of disco. That evening he didn't pick up any girls. It was a shame to admit, but he got bored of all those cute beauties. He had so much fun so far, but he also wanted to rest a bit, since he had already come on vacation. He danced till morning, but he didn't feel like picking up. So he didn't allow himself to play with only one partner.

Mirek played on it until he was out of sight. They agreed that if someone picked up someone, they did not talk to a friend but they immediately get to the point. It was so normal that Skrzynecki did not pay much attention to it.

Mikołaj had no idea how Mirek ended up on that beach. Maybe he went to see her with the girl, or she lived nearby and when they parted, he went there to sit on the sand and stare at the sea, or fell into a nearby bar for one.

The girl probably chickened out and did not go to bed. Mirek was horny and drunk, so when someone started to stimulate him erotically, he probably did not care, who, important that someone. Even if it was a guy.

It was still hard for Skrzynecki to imagine that any man would want to have sexual relations with another. It was just weird. Abnormal. First of all, seriously perverted.

'Seriously perverted', however, was an argument for trying. I wonder how it would be ...?