homecoming

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It was the homecoming game. I'm literally ranked 8th in the state for best high school quarterbacks and the season just started. There was scouts coming to watch me tonight. And I played like total dog shit. I don't think I played that bad since I was a freshman. I'm a senior now.

You're probably wondering, "Hayden, why did you play so bad?"

I'll tell you why.

That little fucking prick Leighton.

He knew what he was doing. Standing on the sidelines in that tiny cheerleading uniform. God, I could see his panties when he jumped his skirt was so short. When the fuck did he become a cheerleader? Why was he wearing the girls cheerleading uniform? Why didn't he tell me before?

Trust me when I say I asked myself these questions throughout the whole game. I couldn't focus on the game when whenever I turned my head towards the stands I saw him in that blue and gold uniform. I could feel my dick pulsing the whole game, and I nearly went wild at halftime when the cheerleaders, including Leighton, did their little performance. He knew I was watching, the fucking whore.

My relationship with Leighton was.. definitely not normal.

We'd been childhood friends, but as we entered middle school everything changed. Leighton came out as publicly gay, and because I go to a suburban predominantly white school.. you can imagine how that went. He was looked down upon which brought him to a pretty dark place, especially because he dressed... well, gay. Like a femboy.

Over the years he'd gotten more and more risqué with his outfits. Cropped hoodies, short shorts, skirts. Basically what you'd expect a girl to wear.

As for his physical features, he was skinny and short and had a full head of brown hair that nearly covered his face it was so long. Big dark brown eyes that were so glossy it almost looked like he was crying all the time, but in a beautiful way. Long eyelashes.. freckles... really just breathtaking.

Regardless, when he went down the social scale I went up. I grew tall and muscular, earning me a few social points, but what really made me popular was that I was good at football.

As for my physical appearance.. I'm Mexican, curly headed with green eyes. My ears are pierced. Kinda random, I know.

Anyway, i'd had a lot of girlfriends but I usually just ended up fucking them and then breaking up with them a month later. But those were my early high school years.

       I guess I figured out I was gay at around junior year. I was confused, and anxious. So, I reached out to the only gay person I knew. Leighton.

I texted him and asked him a bunch of questions and even though I hadn't talked to him for years, he was still the same old Leighton. Except he was hotter now. After that encounter over text I kinda knew I had a crush on him, and we ended up talking more.

Eventually I confessed to him and now we've been secretly dating for almost a year! (11 months and 3 days to be exact.)

Bet you didn't expect that. Haha.

Nevertheless, Leighton is the most understanding person I know. He understands that we can't be public and why. Honestly his patience is astounding. But hey, when we're in private, the sex is great.

Our birthdays are only a week apart; both in August. Mine is the 21st and his is the 29th. So for the week of our 18th birthdays... you can imagine how that went. Our families both know we're dating since we're family friends, and they always are annoyed that we're not public. But as soon as we graduate, we're goin public, baby.

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