Mike and Ethan 2Ethan, baby! Youre home!
Ethan walked into his house and immediately his over-excitable mom jumped on him.
How was your day? Have you met a boy yet?
It was fine, and no. Ethan sighed. Ever since he had fulfilled his mothers dreams by coming out of the closet three years ago, she had been trying to get him a boyfriend. She was a complete fag-hag, but Ethan loved her. Not that hed admit it to anyone but her.
Oh. She said. She was disappointed for a moment, then bounced right back up. Were having guests for dinner!
Great. Who are they? More fashion designers? Broadway chorus members? Hairstylists?
You sure are prejudice for being my fairy queen! She giggled. My friend from high school, Denise Harris is coming over! And her son is coming with her. Hes about your age, you know.
Ethan ignored her hints. The last name Harris seemed oddly familiar to him, but he pushed
Mike and Ethan 1 Remember, fag. You dont tell anybody about this. Mike said, pulling his pants back up.
Ethan rolled his eyes. You tell me that everyday. And you dont have any right to call me a fag; you enjoy our little locker room encounters as much as I do.
Mike glared at Ethan before looking away. Yeah, he said as he grabbed his lettermans jacket. But Im not the one taking it. Dont tell anyone.
He left. Ethan sighed and sat down on a locker room bench. Sometimes he wondered just how he ended up screwing the quarterback of his high school football team in the locker room almost everyday. One day they had been the only two in there, and, somehow, they ended up naked in one of the showers together, exploring each others bodies. They had been meeting almost everyday to fool around since then. And every day, Mike warned Ethan not to tell.