Page 82 of Frat Ghost Wingman

My mom shrugged. “Tony’s gay. His mom and I have talked about stuff.”

“Tony? As in–”

“Our old neighbor you used to run around naked with in the sprinkler in the backyard until they moved to Nashua.”

I hadn’t thought about Tony in years, nor did I realize our moms were still friends.

“He’s an actor and a dancer in New York City now, but that’s beside the point.”

“You can’t say anything to Teo’s parents. I don’t know if he’s going to tell them or not, and it’s not our place to decide that for him.”

“Of course not,” my dad said matter-of-factly.

“We would never.” My mom looked horrified that I even suggested the possibility.

They sounded so genuine, which shouldn’t be shocking but I was still processing the fact that they were so nonchalant about the whole thing. “You’re really not surprised?”

“No, honey.” She smiled. “I knew in my heart since you were little.”

“And you, Dad?”

“I knew a bit later.” His eyes dropped to the floor. “Your, uh, internet history was kind of a giveaway.”

I could’ve died.

“Not that I was spying,” he continued, “but your middle school superintendent sent a pamphlet out about internet safety and your mom was concerned.”

“Okay.” I stood up. “I don’t think I need to know any more details about that.”

My dad chuckled. “Hey, it wasn’t great for me either.”

“Don’t go, honey. We’ll stop embarrassing you.”

“Promise?” I reluctantly sat back down. Despite the awful mental image of my dad finding jock porn, it was a bit early to head to bed. Although my phone was practically begging me to text Teo.

“So how did you and Teo start dating?”

Oh, you know, a ghost started getting us all horned up for each other and then one night I blew my load down Teo’s throat after being jacked off by the aforementioned invisible being.

“Well”–how to word this–“we’re roommates. It kind of just happened.”

“Oh my God! Are you on PrEP?! Are you being safe?”

“Mom!!!”

I heard Teo’s notification while I was brushing my teeth. I jogged over to my nightstand.

Teo: You alone?

Zach: More like lonely.

I practically spit out my toothpaste foam all over the floor. Teo had sent me a photo.

I couldn’t see his face since it was over his shoulder, but that was completely okay. His perfect ass and muscular back were reflected in the mirror.

Teo: I’m lonely too.

Teo: Just over here with this tight ass…