There’s been more than once that I would have liked to be somewhere else–a bigger city, maybe.” He laughed then. Gay sex Jesse bragged about what he did to you, what you took. It didn’t take a whole lot of tennis winning for a pro at a rural country club like we had in Maple to qualify for the job. If there was no firehouse in Maple, my place didn’t stand a chance in a fire. I diddled around with that for an hour after I got home, but that didn’t lessen my tension, so I went into my bedroom, opened the bottom drawer of my nightstand, pulled out the Fleshjack I kept there–a “realistic experience” foam-lined masturbation aid I kept for emergencies such as this–and worked myself while thinking of Chet from the previous night, the sensuality and interest that this Jack Dorsey I’d just met exuded, the issue of the marshland, the developer who wanted to destroy it, and all of the people in Maple who supported him.”Fuck it,” I muttered after I’d relieved myself. He certainly was direct. If there was no firehouse in Maple, my place didn’t stand a chance in a fire.
