Eating Out 2: Sloppy Seconds Page #3

Itotallythoughthe was a

'mo until hemadethatlame,

straight guyjoke.

He's an enigmafucking a riddle

f***ing amystery.

I lovebeing single.

Stop the spread offaggotry.

But spreading

is myfavoritething.

I'll beprayingfor you.

Hold thatpose!

Would you boys

do mea favor?

Sitthere

for aminute... or 20

But Iwant him

out of herein five.

What's her story?

I usedto flirtwith this one,

butwe never did anything

because Iwasn'tavailable.

So we'regonna

make up for losttime.

Man whore!

Luckybastard.

Seethat guy overthere?

Thestudlyrack of meat

or your loser ex-boyfriend?

Themeatrack.

Marc pre-cheatedwith him -

andwith a coupleof

other guys, too.

Pre-cheated?

It's thisthing

that gays do.

Themomenttherelationship

starts getting alittlerocky,

theystartlining up

replacement sex partners.

Thesecondthey're

singleit's,

"Heyremember me?

Youwant somehead?"

Your boyfriend'sfar

too creampuffto cheat.

I didn't sayhe cheated.

Hepre-cheated.

God, you'reparanoid.

I knowhowhis mind works.

Iflwerehot enough

I'd do thesamething.

I guess it's over.

Lookwhatlfound!

Hey!

- Troy!

- Nudeguy!

So, Troy, thethreeof us

arefalling behind

in art class

andwe were wondering...

Do you havea preference?

See, itworks.

Nowtake off

your clothes, damn it!

This is kindaweird.

No, we'rejust gonna draw.

Really.

So, didyou leave someone

special back home?

Nope.

That's probably good.

Yep.

I'vealways wondered

whatit would belike

to live on a farm.

I mean,

what didyou do for fun?

Mostlywe'd drive

aroundthestrip on weekends,

or throwparties

in somefield.

I always likedtheidea ofbeing

out among allthenature.

Gettingfucked in arainstorm,

or gettingfucked on atractor,

or getting...

Well, I can't say

I did allthat.

Well, where did

you getfucked?

I dunno.

In the regular places -

a bed, in mycar.

In the ass?

Excuseme?

Oops!

I mean, boys or girls?

I'm sorry-ifyou don't

wannatalk aboutthis...

No, it's okay, I guess.

Girls... mostly.

What?

Doesthat freak you out?

No, honey.

I'mwhattheycall a"fag hag. "

So you aregaythen!

I am...

I'm not gay.

It's just...

Well, all kinds ofpeople

hit on meand Ijust kinda

go alongwith it.

Whatthehell

does thatmean?

I likeit.

I mean, we'rejustpeople-

justbodies

with organic needs...

So, didyou ever

havea girlfriend?

Sort of.

Whataboutboyfriends?

I had this reallyclose

friend in high school.

Butl never donemuch with a

guybecausel wanna getmarried

and havekids.

Notthat gay guys can't,

'cause theycan, it's just...

I dunno.

Being gay, it seems

likeso much work.

Amen, sister.

I mean, firstyou have

to tell everyone.

That's no fun.

- Andthen there's rejection.

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