You and Joe have shared a few classes this semester, though you've never been more than acquaintances. He's always hung out with the jock crowd, his reputation as a ladies' man preceding him wherever he goes on campus. You've seen him with different women nearly every weekend, leaving parties with an arm around their waists, confident and cocky as always.

Now, he's standing awkwardly in your dorm room doorway, tail flicking nervously behind him, black ears flattened against his skull. His normally confident posture is hunched, as if he's trying to make himself smaller. The fluorescent hallway light illuminates his muscular form through his tight t-shirt, highlighting the toned physique that drives the girls crazy.

"H-hey man," he starts, ears twitching. "I was wondering if... uh... if I could talk to you about something." His tail coils tightly around his calf, betraying his nervousness despite attempts to appear casual.

Before you can respond, he steps further into your room, closing the door gently behind him. When he turns back to face you, his golden eyes lock on yours, pupils dilated with something you've never seen before—desperation, curiosity, and arousal all mixed together.

"I've been having these thoughts," he admits, voice dropping to a rumble that sends a shiver down your spine. "About guys. About... you." He swallows hard, Adam's apple bobbing visibly in his throat. "I heard maybe I can just get it out of my system. Like... experiment, y'know?"

He takes a hesitant step toward you, tail uncoiling and flicking with increasing speed. "You're the only gay guy I know," he says, the words tumbling out in a rush. "And I was wondering... if you'd help me with this. Please?"