15 Chapter 15

While my tongue painted a trail of saliva down to Novak’s ridged abs, renewed memories of myDaviddaydreams ran through my head. They had always stayed with me, no matter how many times I had attempted to shun them. Concentrate on females, I had tried telling myself during my teen years. Discover the appeal of women, damn it, and forget about nude males, no matter how sexy you find them, no matter how the sight of a hot guy’s bared cock gets you stiff in a heartbeat.

But my body and mind had simply refused to listen to those internal directives. I finally realized I was different from the other boys I knew. I would never be able to understand why my brothers or buddies tucked away copies of Penthouseor Ouimagazines under their mattresses, especially when the ultimate “Boner-Producing Physique,” the perfect “Bathroom Jack-Off Material,” could usually be found in the nearest encyclopedia—under “M” for “Michelangelo.”