Author's Note -
Another chapter in. Next chapter will have some erotic content, but we're still a little ways away from the Efrain and Cory throw down.
Thanks for reading! Tell me what you think. ~ Dayne
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Chapter 5 - GSA, Yaoi, Chimps Fucking, and Other Things That Don't Interest Straight Guys
After all that complaining I did about being mindlessly bored, I suddenly find myself with a lot to keep me busy.
Football conditioning and practice take up the better part of my morning. I'm still kicking it with the GSA (which, by the way, is a really strange name since almost no straight people show up). I go out with Preston every other week for Latin Night and get invited to more of the team's get-togethers, owing in no small part to my and Garza's performance. I should probably thank him for helping me fit in better.
At Romero's recommendation, I started taking an anthropology course called Human Sexuality and Culture. He said it was like the class in the movie
Kinsey.
I said "cool," then looked it up on Netflix the moment he was out of the room so I'd know what the fuck he was talking about. There ended up being some BAM! GAY SEX! in the movie, so I figured that it was my kind of class.
Mind you, it's now a full week into the mini-mester and the class has yet to deliver on this promise. Hot as fuck TA with piercings, yes. Anal wreckage, no. I'm currently a little peeved with Romero, but somehow he wrangles me into driving him and our suitemates, Gio and Al, to get pizza.
"It's on the other side of town," he says. "But, man, it is the best pizza you'll ever have." Thing is, they only take cash and you have to get there early if you want deep dish. I resolve to make Romero suffer the whole ride with my music.
I've mentioned it before, but I listen to a lot of stuff - pop, country, rap, Tejano, you name it. I even have a bunch of music I ripped off my brothers' CDs before they all left home. However, I pass all of this up for a playlist of my most offensively raunchy music, things I would never play if my mom were around to hear.
Currently, the guys are being treated to "Colt 45" by Afroman. Before that was "Bitches" by Mindless Self Indulgence and "Go Cart Racing (Accidentally Masturbating)" by Garfunkle and Oates.
I have enough relatively normal songs in between, including some Christian Contemporary (what? I like the rhythms and if you aren't paying attention too closely it sounds more like an erotic love song), that I can act like I'm completely innocent.
What, offensive, I have no idea what you're talking about. See? There's some Flyleaf
(right after G&O singing "Fuck me in the ass, 'cause I love Jesus").
Sadly, not only are they not offended, they are doubled over laughing and asking me to play another. I forward to "Do You Take It?" by The Wet Spots. They look a little perplexed at first, but start rolling soon enough.
Al is the first one to talk. "Fuck, Tex." He also picked up that stupid fucking nickname. God, I miss Preston calling me "Bearbait." "Where did you find all this shit?"
"Around."
"I expected a playlist of nothing but musicals and Cher."
"Because..." I do actually have some non-Avenue Q musicals and old Sonny and Cher era songs.
"Because you're gay," says Gio, as if the answer is that obvious.
"Dude, he swings both ways," Al corrects.
