For him however, it was not the same as he looked down at the sofa pillow, starring at a big pile of blood. It made me feel much better about him and the situation I found myself in. I realized the we were not having sex, but making love. I went to try and hug him to let him know it's okay if he is having strong emotions. At first I was confused and believed he was just a very emotional guy. While we were having sex, I was pretending to be asleep and he was pretending to be drunk (Role playing). We have still not been able to find an answer to what happened that night (one that would satisfy us). In the end, it was the best night of our lives, we talked all night, but it was very open, without any walls. I was trying my best to reassure him and it became a long night. He started to bleed and felt very embarrassed. After a little while we started to make love, everything was going great until it happened. My roommate and I were a little drunk one night and when we got home, we just went to sleep on the sofa in the living room. I am gay, and found myself in a very difficult situation because of this confusion. I have been looking for answers to this topic for a long time.