tell if this is a joke.”
It said something about me that I’d rather admit to embarrassing things than be called a liar, but the cat was out of the bag. I was already past giving a sweet goddamn. I yanked my phone out of my back pocket, one-handedly tapped the title into the search bar of the browser, and had the video up and going before my better judgment could kick in to point out how awkward this plan was.
The video blared to life—damningly loud in the empty apartment. I swiped my thumb across the bar at the bottom so David could see the good part. The part where the tattooed stud railed the frail twink like a rag doll while pinning him against the floor. It made me bust every time.
Stuttering wails exploded from the tiny speaker of my phone, but I kept my eyes on David. Waiting for him to react to the knowledge that I got off on watching another twink get used. The kid on the video even vaguely resembled David. Except David had nicer lips. And judging from what I could feel hardening in his shorts, he also had a bigger dick.
My mouth went dry, and I shut off the video.
“I can’t… even… I don’t even know what to say.” David wriggled away from me, his face flushed. “Why didn’t you ever tell me you were into guys?”
“I don’t know what I’m into.” I slid the phone back into my pocket. “I’ve gotten off thinking about men and women since I was a teenager, but I only ever tried fucking around with girls.”
“And no one knows?”
“Well, you do. And Nunzio’s nosy ass.” I got to my feet and grabbed his arm, hauling him up from the floor. “I knew Michael was gay since I was a kid, so the concept of a dude wanting another dude was always normal to me. When I was, like, thirteen, I started reading gay stories on this website called Nifty.org, and then I started watching porn. It’s not a big deal. I was just curious.”
“And you’ve never….”
“Nope.”
David nodded slowly. He started to speak again, but the front door opened, signaling the return of Nunzio and our future landlord. I smoothed down my shirt and dusted off my pants, but David couldn’t do anything about the rosy blush on his skin or the way his pupils were dilated like he’d just done a couple of bumps instead of watching some twink get wrecked. He kept looking at me and then away, fidgeting and nervous.
I could tell he wanted to press me for more details, but it would have to wait for another day.
Chapter FOUR
David
THIS WAS the third time I’d moved in three years of living in New York City, and I was still completely helpless when it came to packing. Raymond and I had finalized the lease on the apartment in Sunset Park almost a month ago, and were set to move next weekend, but I was still lost in a sea of semipacked clothing, full cabinets, and unlabeled boxes. The mess and the lack of organization triggered my anxiety, and I’d taken to avoiding my own apartment for days at a time.
“Just send Caleb back his half of the stuff, and you’ll be fine.”
“I can’t,” I despaired. “He bought an apartment on Spruce Street and got all new furniture.”
“He replaced everything ?” Karen’s tinny voice floated up from where I’d angled my phone on the kitchen counter.
We were supposed to be on FaceTime, but Karen kept getting a good view of the back of my head as I surveyed the chaotic apartment. Everything was everywhere, and it made me want to die.
“Yes. According to Charles, he and Caleb did a tour of various furniture boutiques and Caleb just… picked out a couple of showrooms. His new place is in some superfancy building with crazy views of the city.”
“Sheesh. I forget he has a trust fund padding his salary. Did he used to spend money like that when you were around?”
“No, but I think he knew it made me uncomfortable.”
I’d attempted to hide my discomfort with Caleb’s wealth, but he’d picked up on it right away and had stopped insisting on paying for
It said something about me that I’d rather admit to embarrassing things than be called a liar, but the cat was out of the bag. I was already past giving a sweet goddamn. I yanked my phone out of my back pocket, one-handedly tapped the title into the search bar of the browser, and had the video up and going before my better judgment could kick in to point out how awkward this plan was.
The video blared to life—damningly loud in the empty apartment. I swiped my thumb across the bar at the bottom so David could see the good part. The part where the tattooed stud railed the frail twink like a rag doll while pinning him against the floor. It made me bust every time.
Stuttering wails exploded from the tiny speaker of my phone, but I kept my eyes on David. Waiting for him to react to the knowledge that I got off on watching another twink get used. The kid on the video even vaguely resembled David. Except David had nicer lips. And judging from what I could feel hardening in his shorts, he also had a bigger dick.
My mouth went dry, and I shut off the video.
“I can’t… even… I don’t even know what to say.” David wriggled away from me, his face flushed. “Why didn’t you ever tell me you were into guys?”
“I don’t know what I’m into.” I slid the phone back into my pocket. “I’ve gotten off thinking about men and women since I was a teenager, but I only ever tried fucking around with girls.”
“And no one knows?”
“Well, you do. And Nunzio’s nosy ass.” I got to my feet and grabbed his arm, hauling him up from the floor. “I knew Michael was gay since I was a kid, so the concept of a dude wanting another dude was always normal to me. When I was, like, thirteen, I started reading gay stories on this website called Nifty.org, and then I started watching porn. It’s not a big deal. I was just curious.”
“And you’ve never….”
“Nope.”
David nodded slowly. He started to speak again, but the front door opened, signaling the return of Nunzio and our future landlord. I smoothed down my shirt and dusted off my pants, but David couldn’t do anything about the rosy blush on his skin or the way his pupils were dilated like he’d just done a couple of bumps instead of watching some twink get wrecked. He kept looking at me and then away, fidgeting and nervous.
I could tell he wanted to press me for more details, but it would have to wait for another day.
Chapter FOUR
David
THIS WAS the third time I’d moved in three years of living in New York City, and I was still completely helpless when it came to packing. Raymond and I had finalized the lease on the apartment in Sunset Park almost a month ago, and were set to move next weekend, but I was still lost in a sea of semipacked clothing, full cabinets, and unlabeled boxes. The mess and the lack of organization triggered my anxiety, and I’d taken to avoiding my own apartment for days at a time.
“Just send Caleb back his half of the stuff, and you’ll be fine.”
“I can’t,” I despaired. “He bought an apartment on Spruce Street and got all new furniture.”
“He replaced everything ?” Karen’s tinny voice floated up from where I’d angled my phone on the kitchen counter.
We were supposed to be on FaceTime, but Karen kept getting a good view of the back of my head as I surveyed the chaotic apartment. Everything was everywhere, and it made me want to die.
“Yes. According to Charles, he and Caleb did a tour of various furniture boutiques and Caleb just… picked out a couple of showrooms. His new place is in some superfancy building with crazy views of the city.”
“Sheesh. I forget he has a trust fund padding his salary. Did he used to spend money like that when you were around?”
“No, but I think he knew it made me uncomfortable.”
I’d attempted to hide my discomfort with Caleb’s wealth, but he’d picked up on it right away and had stopped insisting on paying for
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