Fanta Se Gay
I’m gay, but I didn’t always know that. This is how I found out. My sister was walking me home from school one day, and as usual, we cut down the trail by the arroyo. Part of the river run, only this time of year, there wasn’t any water running in it, so it had to be. I don’t know, some time in the fall, because there was usually water still coming down from the mountains in the spring. I don’t remember if I could smell the Chamisa, stinking like wet dog. So anyway, there was this guy, just sitting there on one of the benches. With his pants open, and his dick in his lap. “Ugh!” My sister grabbed my arm, and pulled me away. “What’s he doing that for?” “He’s probably looking for …