I knew it was big, because he often talked about it. Fuck. Gay sex We would be chilling at Jason’s house in the evening or going to a burger joint and Jason would look up from his phone and say “Miguel is coming” or “Miguel wants to hang.” After a while, there was no prior warning, and Miguel would just show up unannounced in some trendy new outfit. What I didn’t tell him was that I sat on the floor because it gave me a great view of his bulge, which was so prominent the way he sat on the couch. I remember being surprised by his meteoric rise in the school hierarchy. “What do you mean?”“Come on,” he said with that sleazy smile, “I’ve seen you staring. I got up and started pacing the house. “Don’t be like that. There was a stupefied look on his face, and he must have been even more stoned than when I left him. Sure, we would stay friends, but we would never be so close ever again.
