Page 338 of Sticks and Stones
Colleges tended to be more accepting, but there were still people who didn’t like the idea that their classmate, or roommate, was gay.
“It means he was very effeminate. You know…how gay men tend to be.”
Yeah, he knew.
They liked dick.
Oh, and lots of it.
Only, he was hyper-masculine, played football when he was younger, and did ‘guy’ things. So that shot his theory out the window.
He was a bear.
Not a twink.
“So I’ve heard,” he said. “Back to the professor. He liked him, and wanted to be his TA at some point. Anything else?” Gene asked.
“And that he was gay. That’s all I can come up with,” he said.
Gene noticed he looked as if he was rubbing his two brain cells together to come up with a thought.
Instead of saying anything, he bit his tongue.
Gay men also had to let a lot go.
“Yes, you mentioned the gay thing. Other than that, anything else?” Gene asked, trying to be patient.
Derek considered it.
“Not really. He spent a lot of time out of the room at night. He said he was out studying at the library. I don’t know if he was or not. Who studies that much though?” he asked.
Ethan went there.
“Smart people who don’t want to live in their mother’s basement?” he asked, annoyed that the kid had made a shitty comment about gay men.
It made him want to protect Gene.
Ferociously.
Derek stared at him.
“What does that mean? My mother said I could stay there when I’m done,” he offered.
Yeah, no shock there. Someone needed a mommy to clean up after him. They could tell that by just checking out his pigsty of a dorm room.
“One last question,” Gene stated, seeing that this kid really had no clue.
“Sure, hit me with it,” Derek said.
Honestly, Gene wanted out of there.
The room was making him itchy. It smelled like eighteen-year-old boy, sweat socks, and tortilla chips. It was one hell of an odor. It was kind of like the smell dog’s feet got after a while.
“Elliot got a scholarship. What do you know about that?” Gene asked.
The kid laughed.
“I know that the only reason he could go to school was that scholarship. He was feral about it, and that tied to the studying at the library at all hours. He was out looking for internships to work over the summer.”
