In observing his life for nine months, I deduced that he spent half of his time drinking and the other half, unconscious. But even though he was a pain to live with, that pain would subside for the brief moments he would undress in our room and he would reveal his taut tan body. He was a little scrawny but he had a smooth beautiful chest and an effortlessly flat stomach. When he got naked in our shoebox of a room, all of his asinine comments and issues with drugs would float away and I would be left with a throbbing hard-on. As a college freshman, I was intrigued by the idea of seducing so-called straight men. They were the ideal conquest: emotionally and physically unavailable.
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