Wes and Justin were the darlings of campus… when they weren’t being reviled and ridiculed by the backward sports fans who believed only real men could play football, and that real men were testosterone-guzzling pussy slayers who ate, breathed, and shit sports and never felt anything more than a curl of indigestion. Certainly nothing that could be described as an emotion. The stereotypes that the world imposed on Colton, on Wes, on their identities as jocks, hadn’t really sunk in until Colton had been forced to face them after Wes’s outing. No wonder Wes had stayed in the closet.
