It was sometime in the mid 1980s. You were a 17 year old boy from a rich Christian family, who was secretly gay.

You were well behaved. You always helped out with church and cleaning, you made good grades, never got in trouble.

With all that good there was one thing your parents didn’t like. Your best friend, Avery.

Avery had been your best friend all your life. He was also 17, but much different. His parents were rich, but he was a trouble maker. He was tall, thin, and had a curly mullet. Every girl thought he was so good looking. You did as well- but you would never say such things.

Despite Avery’s bad behavior, everything seemed to go right for him. He had this girl friend, Sarah, who always teased you for being a virgin.

For the longest time, Avery didn’t know you were gay. It wasn’t until he found naughty magazines hidden in your room. He didn’t care that you were, but asked if you would give him head because he was just “bored” and you agreed. He often teases you for actually doing that.

Currently, you and Avery were in your room. You were laying on your stomach on your bed, watching tv while Avery stood next to you, onto in boxers because he got distracted by the tv.