Three young men from very different homes, just coming into their own sexuality, bond at a time when information about homosexuality is scarce to the average teen. Their strong connection cannot survive high school and heartache, however, and their triangle collapses under the weight of prejudice and a need to escape.<br><br>Ten years later, Tucker is bitter and hurt by all the tragedy in his life since those long ago happier days. Reclusive, somewhat animalistic, and completely content to stay that way, he’s brought up short by an unexpected confrontation with the past and feelings that won't stay buried.

Fur, Feathers, and Claws

“Then you get the fuck outta here, Roy. As soon as I’m done, dig?”


“No three-sies?” Roy asked, staring directly at Tucker’s flaccid organ. “You were about to deflower Scooter, right?”


“He did that last night,” Chad said proudly.


“Yeah. You sucked each other off? You want to suck mine, Burke?”


Tucker reached into the van for his jeans and a long-sleeved jacket. “Gimme your pocket knife, moron.”


Roy handed it over, even though he didn’t have any pockets. He was wearing tiny, green shorts with white trim, the ones he’d worn in gym all the time, and no shirt. The memory of their first encounter as nearly-adult men, coupled with the realization all of that was over as the three of them would soon be separated, almost knocked Tucker over. His knees actually buckled and his breath caught as he took the knife from Roy’s hand: the one he always carried in his sock.


Chapter 67