Chapter 17
“Eventually, the feelings came. First for my best friend from the next farm over, then teammates…College was…” I could feel a change in his grip, in his body, just thinking about whatever it was he was going to say. “Holy shit! Ho-ly shit, Marty! I was like a boy discovering Internet porn for the first time. Interactive porn. My God. I was every cliché. I got drunk six nights a week. I puked my way through track practice, too, because my coach still made me run. Marty…I sucked so much dick. I sucked dick I can’t even be sure was attached to a man with a face. Half the time I didn’t even look up to see.”
I felt jealous, which was stupid, and also insecure, which made sense.
“Sorry.”
“No.”
“I sensed something,” he said. “I talk too much.”
“No. Keep going.”