This one time I said to him, “you’re like my brother, only
hotter and I can conceivably fuck you.” He smiled a little and took a sip of
his drink like he was nervous but he really meant it as a come-on. We had a few
more drinks together, getting more loopy in our conversation and more touchy in
our feeling. I remember him touching the tip of my ass and saying, “I think we
should go”, and I said, “go where?” We didn’t go anywhere, ordered another
round of drinks and talked about something that I can’t remember. He later told
me we talked about “fuckin’ kids” though I can’t say for certain what he really
meant by that.
This one time I said to him, “you’re like my brother” and he
smiled like he was and took me out to his back porch and we watched the dark,
kissed, listening to the frogs croak and moan like we wanted to but he was my
brother so we didn’t.
This one time I said to him, “you’re” and he turned and grabbed
my crotch, not saying anything, and turned and left, leaving me hard and
hampered and hurt.
