Virgin Buddies
By Marco May
My best bud, Jack, wasn’t just a typical crush. I was in love with him. In fact, I was so in love with him that I’d marry him if he wanted to. We flirted a lot, but it never went anywhere. I worried he’d never feel the same way about me, yet I continued hoping things between us would change forever—in a good way, of course.
It was a Friday night in the middle of July. Like holiday dorks, we had a Christmas-in-July celebration every single day with a few cheap decorations—we loved Christmas a bit too much. Jack had come over to stay the month with me while Mami and Papi were visiting family in Puerto Rico for the summer.
We lounged on the old, brown-leather couch in the den. The both of us were shirtless in gym shorts. The big box fan blew at us on its highes
