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Obligatory didn't happen today but 2 months ago.
I (30M) am a closeted gay guy. I have been meeting with this discreet guy who to this day claims he's straight for casual fun.
We started talking on a random "fake" Instagram I had that didn't have my name and since we both live in a small country, I told him I was visiting for work occasionally.
We met a few times and it was good fun each time so we decided to continue seeing each other.
However, one day he asked if he could come over in an hour. I texted my sister, who I live with and who doesn't know I'm gay, to check when she would be back and she said she was going shopping to get a birthday present for her boyfriend. Knowing her, I assumed it would take some time so I texted the guy to come over.
Just as we were putting our clothes on, I heard a doorbell and I just knew it was my sister.
To make matters worse, doors to my room do not shut entirely and landlord never had the key to my room so they just kinda stand at a 45-degree angle. The room is right next to my sister's room and the bathroom.
I told this massive, 6'5 bodybuilder to hide behind the door (in English cause he still didn't know I was a local). It was really like a scene in a comedy.
I opened the door to my sister's questions about why it took me so long and giving her some lame ass excuses in our own language because it would be super strange if I started talking in English with her.
She went to the kitchen first to leave some grocery bags on the kitchen table and proceeded to her room. I followed her there too and she was like "Why the hell are you following me around the house?" and thinking quickly I said "Oh, just wanted to see what you got for your boyfriend".
She was ranting about all the stuff she got for him and I wasn't listening. I was just preparing myself for an awkward conversation with the dude still hidden behind the other door.
I ended the conversation by saying "You go ahead and get some rest" and shut the door to her room and then bolted to my room to find the guy's jaw dropped to the floor.
He was whispering "Wtf, you are from here? You are crazy, you didn't tell me" blah blah and I just told him to shut up and leave.
He kept whispering through the hall and when he was out of the apartment said "we'll talk about this" enraged.
Crisis averted.
Needless to say, within minutes I received a flurry of his texts questioning everything.
TL;DR: Hooked up with a straight guy, pretending I was a foreigner. Sister almost walked in on us and he found out I was a local.
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