Please Stepdad

Where Morals Start Slipping

Previously on Railing Stepdad.

“I think I might be gay,” Lenny said, driving through the city and not even looking at me when he said it.

I laughed, shook my head and slapped my knee. “You might just be starved of attention. Making sensational comments like that! You’re not gay, trust me. You’re as straight as they come.”

He shook his head. “The other night, when you were getting railed by your stepdad… sorry, ex-stepdad, it turned me on. I got a boner. So, I think I might be gay. Or at least bi.”

“Lenny, you’re not gay. I doubt you’re even bi. Maybe you’re curious, maybe you’ve gone through all the women in this city and there’s only men left. Maybe the answer is we need to graduate college and fuck off somewhere else. Start again with a whole city of new women. We could move to New York, plenty of emotionally unavailable older women there.”

Lenny’s perfect white teeth flashed and his dimples appeared briefly. “At this point, any hole’s a goal…”

“… noooo! Never, ever say that! Ew!”

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