Biff just stared. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Steve and Randy had slept with half the girls in school. They were both notorious womanizers, although Steve was the more notable one, having the nickname "The Stud". But now, it seemed that Steve was nothing but one of those lisping limp-wristed effeminate queers and Randy was a cocksucker. Could it be possible that they had always been gay but had chosen this moment to come out of the closet? Did they actually think that was a good idea, to do it in the locker room showers, surrounded by a bunch of obviously-homophobic jocks? Well, Biff was going to show them that they were dead wrong. His face twisted in disgust. "Get out of here, you faggots!" he yelled.
He pulled Randy up and shoved him out of the shower room. Then he lifted Steve, who seemed to be coming to, and pushed him out as well.
"I don't want to see you two gorgeous hunks anywhere near me!" Biff yelled.
"What did you say?" Danny Foster asked, turning towards Biff.
"I said I don't want those two near me," Biff said.
"I thought you called them ... gorgeous hunks."
"I did?" Biff asked. He didn't remember saying anything like that.
"Yeah, you did." Danny paused. "You were just joking, right?"
"Yeah, of course," Biff answered. But really, he didn't remember saying that. He looked over at Danny and noticed that he still had some dirt from the football field on his lower back. "Hey, Danny. You still have some dirt on your back."
Danny turned around and let the water hit his lower back. "Thanks."
"You don't want anything to cover up that sweet ass of yours."
"What did you say?" Danny asked, looking shocked at Biff.
"I said you don't want anything to get on your butt. You know how uncomfortable that is when you're sitting in class?"
"No, you said I had a sweet ass."
Biff was confused. "No, I didn't."
Danny shook his head, then turned around.
Biff couldn't quite place it, but he felt like something was wrong. Could it be that he had said all those things Danny said he had and just couldn't remember doing it? It was probably the least weird thing to happen today since coming back from football practice, but it bothered him because it was happening to him.
In the locker room, Steve woke to the sound of slurping. His eyes opened and a smile formed on his face, as he watched his friend Randy sucking his cock. Ooh, that felt good. He had no idea that Randy was as much of a queer as he was. Maybe he would take up his offer to become his boyfriend after all.
Steve blinked. What the hell was that? Did he actually refer to himself as a queer? This can't be happening!
