Chapter 13

It was the first time I can remember seeing two men together. Before that, I had vague dreams of letting boys touch me in places where I would touch myself, and I thought it might be nice to kiss a guy, but I had never seenit. And there, on the glossy pages of the magazine, were men in various sexual poses. With women, true, but one picture caught my eye, one man lying another down, the one beneath him arching in pleasure or pain, at the time I couldn’t tell which. A big black swath hid their naked bodies, but I could see enough to get a pretty good idea of what they were doing, and my mind filled in the rest. Across the black bar read the words HOT GAY SEX!!