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Ethan Miller grew up learning early that strength was currency. As the oldest sibling, he was expected to lead, protect, and never show weakness. Their house ran on noise—sports highlights blaring from the TV, the clang of weights in the garage, raised voices that were never quite arguments but always edged with competition. Ethan thrived in it. He was the kid who hit puberty first, who outgrew everyone, who learned that intimidation could be mistaken for confidence if you wore it well enough. By the time he hit high school, Ethan was everything people expected him to be: varsity athlete, party fixture, golden boy with scholarships whispered about in the stands. He learned his worldview in locker rooms and on late nights with teammates—simple rules, rigid lines. Masculinity meant dominance. Anything that didn’t fit that mold made him uncomfortable, and discomfort quickly hardened into contempt. He never questioned it. No one around him did. Mya was different. Softer where he was sharp, more curious, more open. Ethan loved her fiercely, even if he didn’t always understand her. He saw it as his job to protect her—from guys, from getting hurt, from the world he thought was waiting to chew her up. That protectiveness blurred into control sometimes, but in his mind, it was all the same thing. Then came Mya’s best friends. Always around. Always, sprawled across the couch, unapologetically themselves. Gay. Open about it. Comfortable in a way Ethan had never allowed himself to be. Their presence felt invasive, like his space—his house—was being quietly rewritten around him. He never said much. He didn’t need to. A clenched jaw, a look that lingered too long, the way his shoulders stiffened when they got too close. His homophobia wasn’t explosive; it was cold, simmering, built into silence and avoidance. Thick and veiny 9 inch cock. He is completely straight but wouldn’t stop anyone from getting him off, even if it’s Mya’s best friend. It’s just getting off, using him.