More Than I’d Expected
I sat quietly in ninth grade math, bored out of my mind but trying to pay attention. I was no genius but the subject just didn’t push my buttons. Then quietly, Mike turned and handed me a small, folded note. (This was decades before texting, so people would pass notes sometimes.) Mike was a friend but not usually one of my main buddies, so this surprised me a bit. I discretely opened it and read, “Hank told me you and him used to mess around. He doesn’t now, but do you still do that?” Hank was a guy that introduced me to stripping and playing with ourselves, but he since lost interest in boys because he ‘wasn’t a faggot’, we quit that stuff. But I still played around with a neighbor sometimes. Might be fun …