the straight best friend part 2

so a few months later i get a phone call out of the blue. it was him. wow why is he calling me?!?! so he says he wants to apologise for the way he treated me. he said he totally freaked out , not only because i was gay, but because he also thought i was way into him(i didnt dare tell him he was right!) . but now that he had had time to get over it, he decided that he was ok with it and he wanted to catch up. so he came over to my house a week later with a carton of beer and we basically spent all night discussing what had happened, me, and my life. he still seemed kinda uneasy, but he was trying. so he left my place on good terms, but it was obvious our friendship was never going back to how it was. to be honest due to the way he had treated me i was totally over him and during that time i had really started my gay life. but he was still smokin hot, and i was happy to stay friends. but it was probably another couple of months before we spoke. i rang him to tell him i was going overseas for a couple of months. he said he wanted to see me before i left. so he came over to my place a couple of nights before i left, with another carton beer, and also some pot (he liked to smoke a little now and then) . so we talked even more, a lot more openly, as we got drunker and drunker and a bit stoned. we discussed things in so much detail, he asked a lot of questions about me being gay, and even wanted me to tell him what sort of things i liked to do in bed! . he seemed completely at ease this time, although maybe being drunk and stoned helped. but he told me that because of me, he felt he had grown up, and he no longer felt he had any issues with me or homosexuality. later in the night, and by this stage we were really really wasted, it started to occur to me that he seemed a bit interested in me sexually. we started wrestling for some reason. man that was fun. dunno how or why it started tho! anyways after a bit of a wrestle we layed down on my bed to rest (we had spent the whole night in my bedroom). i noticed he had a big hard on poking thru his jeans!!!! i cant explain the next bit so well, because it was just one of those situations where you just know what is happening and dont need to say anything. he unzipped his pants, grabbed the back of my head and pushed it down towards his cock! i asked him if he was sure. i didnt want to ruin our friendship again. he said he was sure. so down i went. man it was nice! i dont want this to get any more pornographic than it is, so wont go into too much detail. but he seemed to be really enjoying it. then after about 15 mins he started to move me into the position where he could have a turn sucking mine. i wasnt going to complain! so as hes about to put his mouth around my cock, the freak out happens. he totally stops, and sits up. he said " i wanted to try this to see if im gay, but i dont think i am" . he said he wanted to leave. i told him there was no way i was letting him drive, due to the drinking, but he insisted he had to go. i begged him to stay, just to talk or sleep at least. he pecked me on the lips and said he really had to go. and he left
i sent him an email the next day asking him if he was ok about what happened . he replied and said he was fine with it, and when i got back from overseas we could go back to being friends. so i went overseas, and came back 2 months later. aside from a couple of emails, we never talked or met socially again. the friendship really was over. ive seen him twice since. one time , about 1 year later, in a local bar. he was with some other friends, and when he saw me a look of terror came over his face. it was quite clear what the look was. he was paranoid i was going to/or had told people what had happened. im not like that, the only people that knew a couple of friends who didnt know him from a bar of soap. we spoke briefly, very uncomfortable for about 2 minutes, it was clearly he didnt want to talk, so i left him alone.
about 2 years after that, i ran into him at the supermarket. he didnt look great. no longer as hot. looked like he had been smoking too many drugs or something. we said a quick hello and how are you, and that was it. i have never seen him since. i often think about the whole affair though, i think because there are some unanswerred questions. why did he come onto me that night? is he straight/gay or bi? why did he bevahe the way he did during the whole thing? when i think about it he was really a bit of an asshole to me mostly. but a hot asshole.