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

“I’m prepared to convinced you otherwise.” Chad reached for Tucker. Sam snapped his beak


“I don’t blame him,” Chad said, his hands clasped against his chest for safety. “I wouldn’t want to share you, either. Except with Roy, I guess.”


Tucker laughed. “So the first time, I, uh, ended up crying instead of cumming.” He shrugged. This was an easier story to tell. It had a happy ending. “It was frustration and emotion. It was a ton of memories and regret and hopelessness, all brought on by trying to whack off with fucking salad tongs. The Catholic Church couldn’t do a better job of breaking pubescent boys of the habit than my good-for-corn-cobs-but-not-for-playing-with-myself needle-nose grippers. There was a moment…there were many, and that was one…when I came close to wanting to die. I wanted to die, because I couldn’t stroke my dick. There was more to it.”


Chapter 93