It was Monday morning. Dustin rolled out of bed as his alarm was going off. He switched the alarm to "off", and headed for the bathroom, grabbing a pair of briefs from a basket of clean clothes on his floor as he went. He turned on the water and jumped in the shower. Still groggy, he pondered about some things. He was thinking about how weird Di had been lately. She had acted like she had just discovered the anchorwoman was from Mars. He was also thinking about how there were periods of yesterday he just couldn't recall at all. Oh well... maybe he was just tired.
Dustin got out of the shower, dried off, got dressed in his usual clothes, and headed down for breakfast. He made himself some toast and poured himself some coffee. His mother June and father Mark were already seated, eating eggs and cereal. Di wasn't around. She must have been upstairs, taking forever to get her hair and make-up done. Typical. His mother was talking to his father.
"So what are you going to do today, dear? Any jobs?" questioned June,
"Nope, work's been slow this week," replied Mark.
"So are you going to make yourself useful today, then?" June pressed.
"I'll make myself get caught up on the golf games, and maybe I'll call up Chad and see if he's down for some fishin' this afternoon. That's useful." Mark sounded annoyed.
"As usual, you laze around on your ass, while I go and work my butt off for our family," June retorted.
The argument began again, as it always had. Dustin finished his toast quickly, shaking his head. A few minutes later and he was walking down the street towards the bus stop. It was a little weird that his father didn't have steady work while his mother worked at a sex shop. It drew comments now and then, but Dustin had learned to ignore them. Dustin sometimes wondered how Di dealt with it. They were supposed to be a loving foster family, but they never had been. For some reason Di had stuck around into her college years, and Mark and June had allowed it. This too, was weird to Dustin, but he didn't let it get to him. He boarded the bus for school and made it there without incident.
Dustin slept through his morning classes, as usual. He hadn't turned any homework in, and listened to one teacher lecture him about how "homework builds character." He ignored the lecture, as always. When lunch finally rolled around, he found himself at his usual table, seated by himself. That was weird, where were his friends? He asked a nearby table and learned his friends had gotten into some kind of trouble and were in detention. Typical.
As Dustin gazed around the lunch hall, his eye stopped on the jock table. He stared, transfixed at Joe Miller. He had never noticed it before, but Joe's muscles looked really good. Dustin loved the way they were so chiseled and filled out his T-shirt perfectly. Dustin wondered what it would be like to feel such muscles. He shook the thought off, and resumed his lunch.
Math class came next, one of Dustin's worst classes, though they were all bad. Joe sat off to the side, listening intently. Joe was a stereotypical jock. He was captain of the football team, and he excelled at most any sport. He spent his afternoons weight-lifting and hanging out with his bros. But Joe wanted to more than the average meathead. Joe wanted to be an architect, so he paid attention in math. Dustin knew this, having heard it on the grapevine. When this news got around, it had only made Joe Miller even more desirable. Every girl in school wanted to be his date.
Now Dustin found himself thinking the same thing. Joe was one desirable hunk. Dustin stared at Joe Miller, thinking about what it would be like if Joe went on a date with him. He wondered what it would like to be held in those strong arms. He thought about kissing Joe, on his defined mouth. He thought, and then he realized he was hard. He shook himself out of it again. What was going on? Dustin never had thoughts like this before. Was he gay? Dustin was terrified at the thought. He knew what Mark thought about anybody "alternative". He heard the tone in Mark's voice when he brought up the weatherman for the thousandth time.
This made Dustin's thoughts shift again. What would it be like to be a weatherman? His ass would be fucked every day. Dustin found himself thinking that might be kind of nice. He could be a weatherman and have a strap-on stuffed up his ass every day. Dustin kept getting harder and harder. It would be nicer if it could be a good guy with a big cock to stuff his ass during the report, but Dustin knew that male penises interrupted the meteorological thought process more than the rectal stimulation helped, so it had to be a strap-on. But still, the thought was nice. Dustin could be a weatherman, and come home everyday to his architect husband, Joe...
Wait! He had to stop thinking about this. Dustin wasn't gay! But the more he thought about it, the more he suspected the truth. Dustin finally came to realize for himself: he was gay. How would he tell his parents. How could he? He'd be beaten, and probably thrown out of the house. What a quandary he was in...
By the time Dustin headed home, his mind was filled with confusion about himself, who he wanted to be, and wat he wanted to do with his life. Maybe this was just a weird day. Maybe it will all be back to normal tomorrow. Dustin hoped so...