Page 39 of The Frathole

“But did it feel like…goodgood?” I press.

His eyebrows twist up. “That’s the least descriptive way you could have phrased it.”

“You liked it, though?”

“Is this why you wanted to set me up? So you could make fun of me?”

“I’m asking a sincere question. And how can you even say that? I’m hard too.”

He seems to relax as I remind him of that important fact.

“It felt good, and that causes an erection,” Marty explains.

“Yeah, ’cause I need the middle school sex ed class now. No, it felt good for you, kissingme.”

“We’ve been over this part.”

“You bi?”

“What, no?” Although, he doesn’t sound as confident as I’d expect from someone who knows they’re straight. “I have never… I’m into Angie. That’s why I was even doing all this. So I could get with a girl.”

“And…?”

“I don’t know why you had to make this so fucking complicated.”

“Hey, you were fine with giving this a try.”

“Because I thought you were gonna help me, not scramble my fucking brain.”

“Okay, come here,” I say, pushing to my feet and approaching him.

“Don’t touch me.”

“I’m not going to touch you. Just sit on the bed, and let’s talk this out.”

He glares at me as I approach, and I’m admiring that even as my dick is going soft, his is still standing firm. And that’s making my mouth water for some reason.

I guide him back to the bed, and we settle beside each other again, quieting as we think this through.

“It could have been a fluke,” he finally says.

“Twice for me, at least. Both kisses I was getting hard during.”

“Same here.”

Oh, really?

“Were you thinking of a girl while we were kissing?” I ask.

“Honestly, I wasn’t doing much thinking. You?”

“Wasn’t doing much thinking either.”

He studies his crotch like he’s realizing that here we are, even after all this awkwardness, and he’s still got that baseball bat between his legs.

And I’m not sure why the hell that intrigues me so much.

“Maybe we try it again,” I suggest.