“I used to not give a shit about myself or anyone. Things like licking my armpits, or playing with my feet, or spanking me. Gay sex Zoned out for a second. “About your apartment.”I wave a hand wearily and try to smile at the nurse changing out the morphine drip in my arm. For some reason it wasn’t until the fourth time around that I started to get worried about my sexuality. I cry out that I’m coming, shoving my hand underneath me to finish the job. Then Alex asked, “If you had gone to college, what would you have studied?”“Sports medicine,” I said, startled to realize I was serious. If I wanted to jack him off we’d have to change positions. Alex is exactly the type of guy to get a tattoo that covers both his ass cheeks. That woman had known how to take it, and so all I had needed to worry about was a condom.“Kind of.”Alex bent his brown head and withdrew his fingers. Let’s fucking do it.” My ribs and skull throb through the morphine fog, and I can’t keep a pained gasp from my lips.“Press that fucking button, Mario.”“No, it’s working, it’s working.
