Chapter 3

I liked him, but not in the way he wanted me to. Quiver was intelligent, always said what was on his mind, rallied against Republicans, liked to play with handguns, and occasionally smoked pot. He wasn’t dangerous by any means, except for occasional unsafe sex after picking up a guy at one of the bars we frequented together. Quiver was like a brother to me and would have done anything in the world for me, and vice versa. But that didn’t mean I was going to jack him off or provide his erection with a suck job. On the contrary, we were just friends, and that’s the way I personally wanted our friendship to be executed. “It doesn’t feel right.”

“Why not?” He had a puppy dog look on his face that just about melted me into a puddle.

I was honest with him, which was maybe one of my problems in life. “I’m holding out for the right guy to jack off with.”

He wanted to laugh, but didn’t. I could see it on his face since it had turned a bright red.

“What?” I said in a mocking tone.