"I know that." I looked away.
"Greg," he said. "Look at me."
I did.
"Why am I doing this?" he said. "You've got to get over it. I'm straight."
"There's no such thing."
"No such thing as what?"
"A straight guy. At least, I've never met one."
"Yes, you have. Me!"
"But, we could...I could..."
"Haven't you been listening?"
I stared at my feet.
"I knew a boy in High School," I said. "His name was David. He was so beautiful. Every girl in school wanted to be with him, but he was mine. We saw each other for a whole year. Then David said he was going to prom with Leah Brady. He said there was no more 'we'-- that he was straight. I asked him how he became straight when yesterday he had my dick in his mouth. He told me he had a full wrestling scholarship at Iowa, and he didn't want to be a fag. So now he straightened out. He got Leah pregnant, lost his scholarship and I sucked him off on his wedding day."
Mike stood up.
"So you screw one high school closet case and that makes all men queer?"
"There've been others like him."
"There are how many million gay men and you get hung up on people who can't be honest about who they are? You hate yourself that much you go after people you can't have?"
I couldn't come up with an answer to that, so I began to cry.
He put his arms around me and held me.
