“Left, Banks.Vamoosed.Scrammed.Exited the building, posthaste.”
Banks was indignant.“With his jizz all over your hand?”
Harper chuckled.“And everywhere else in the room, sure.Pretty sure it was dripping from the ceiling by that point.”
“But what about you, Harp?Surely that excited you?”
“Oh, I waited for him to come to his senses, no pun intended.Return and finish what he started, but after a few minutes I realized that wasn’t gonna happen.”
“So what’d you do?”
Harper smirked, blushing at the thought.“Borrowed one of his dirty magazines and finished myself off in one of the shower stalls, that’s what I did.”
Banks nodded, as if impressed.“Sexy,” he teased.
Harper nodded as if back in that stall, the smell of chlorine and sweat suffusing his pleasantly flared nostrils.“I mean, I already had his lube in my hand, right?Why not put it to good use after all?”
Banks grinned.“And ...later?”
“No later.”
“What, no later?”
“He never came back.”
“Ever?”
Harper sighed.“Never ever, actually.”
“The hell, bro?So what’d you do?”
“I mean, we have a policy about lockers left unattended, so after two weeks I raided that shit, hid all hisBlue Ballsmagazines under my mattress and spent the rest of the summer jerking off to them every chance I got.”
“So mature,” Banks teased, though Harper could tell from his wide eyes and flushed cheeks he was as excited by the prospect as Harper had been at the time.“But ...your V-card?”
“Still intact, my man.”
“But you said...”
“Listen, the truth?I’ve kissed one guy, well, now two, counting you.Jerked one guy off, been jerked off by another guy and that, my friend, is the sum total of my sexual experience thus far.”
Banks nodded, wriggling in his seat as if suddenly impatient.Harper couldn’t blame him.It was a sad story, after all.He himself couldn’t wait to finish it, let alone rewrite it.Once and for all.
“Funny,” Banks finally mused, nudging Harper with one very firm, very warm knee.
“What is?”
“How much we have in common?”
“Why?You’ve kissed and jerked off a guy before, too?”
“I mean, just now.”
Harper was as skeptical as he was curious.He was far from an expert, but no way Banks had nevernotdone that to someone before.With his hands, anyway.It had felt too good, too sensual, too expert and erotic to be his first.
“Never before?”he asked suspiciously.
Banks was suddenly mysterious, standing abruptly and, dashingly, offering his hand.Harper took it and felt the strength there as Banks lifted him almost single handedly from the bench where they’d been sitting while Harper poured his heart out, one sad, sordid detail at a time.
