Eating Out 2: Sloppy Seconds Page #5

Coming In president.

This is Derek,

Allan, Roy, and...

Violet.

Violet.

I'm Kyle.

- And...

- Troy.

Hi, Troy.

Hello, Kyle.

You do knowwhat we're

all abouthere, right?

At Coming In?

Well, yeah, buthe doesn't

need to be here.

He's a success story.

Kyle's renouncing his sexuality?

What's going on?

Areyou sitting down?

Now, who'd liketo speakfirst?

Okay, Iwill.

I havegreatnewsthatwill

changeall of our lives.

I'vebeen askedto present

thenewad campaign

for Coming In National.

Theboard of directors,

including mymom,

is gonnabehere nextweek, and

iftheylike mypresentation,

which theywill, you'll seemy

posters in high schools

and college campuses

acrossthenation.

"Homo No More.

Stop theSpread of Faggotry!"

Nowl needyou

to repeatthis slogan

to everystudent across campus.

"Homo No More" is gonna become

anational catch phrase.

Like"Can you hear menow?"

Yes, onlymoreclever.

So let's haveatestimonial.

Who wants to start?

I sucked a dick.

Shutup, areyou serious?

Likea fox.

That'sfabulous.

What was it like?

Details.

Tell us howitmade

youfeel, Violet.

Well, I gotreallytrashed

atthe Up With Jesus kegger,

andthis skinny guywith dyed-

blackhair and lipstick

asked iflwanted to do oneof

thoseupsidedown keg shooters.

They started playing

"MyChemical Romance,"

so Itook thatas

a sign, downed halfthe keg,

and beforel knewit, we'rein

the back ofhis mom's Saab,

I'mchoking on his dick,

mymakeup's smearing

and I'm about to puke.

Itwas great.

Iwatched porn...

straightporn.

And I made sure itwas Ron

Jeremyso Iwouldn't focus on...

Yeah.

And itwas hot.

Good, good.

Allan?

How arethings goingwith...

was her name Leslie?

Ithink so, yeah.

Wewent on a date.

Andwhathappened

on this date?

Wewentto this cute

littleltalian restaurant,

servicewas great...

No, I meantphysically.

Well... after dinner

wewentback to her dorm.

Wereyou nervous?

Oh, yeah.

Turned on?

I'm trusting at somepoint

you gotturned on, right?

Oh, yeah... yeah.

Totally... turned on.

Rockhard.

Tell meaboutthat.

Let's see.

Wesat on her bed

and sheshowed methis photo

albumof thisJapanese

internment camp she'd visited,

andwewere balancing

thebook on our legs.

And her knee grazed myknee,

andthatkind of gotmegoing.

Andthen?

Then?

Shejumped on top ofme.

Really!

And I lether

kiss meand stuff.

Good, good!

Did she go for second base?

Run her hands up

and down your smooth chest

underneath your shirt?

Alittle.

That might not count.

Whydon'tyou showme?

Likethis, I guess.

Butneverthenipples?

No.

On this "date,"

did youthink aboutmen?

No.

Never?

Whataboutyour

locker room fantasy?

Thrustingjock straps?

Towels snapping

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