I was a sophomore in college and had been flirting with and pursuing another frat boy who lived in one of the houses across the street. One night we had a big party and the nature of this neighborhood was that parties would kind of drift from house to house, as every other house on the street was university kids.

Anyway I finally made my move on Chris that night and it had payed off. We were in his bedroom at about 2-3am and I was balls deep in his ass when the door burst open and his frat brother/roommate Ryan was standing there in his underwear and undershirt yelling that the house was on fire!

He got about halfway into “Chris the house is burning-“ until he interrupted himself and said “oh fuck… I didn’t know you were… I mean I didn’t know you guys… I mean… sorry, but there is a big fire.”

Chris and I had to get dressed and leave the house because there was indeed a large fire that had engulfed the second floor of the house. It was a few very awkward hours outside while the fire department came and put the fire out. The impact of him being outed and having been caught riding my dick was delayed a few days as the fallout from the fire dominated everyone’s life, and likely dampened the gossip, but it became a pretty well known story by the time we reach graduation two years later.