Chapter 14Scott didn’t mention f*****g any more that weekend, and we went back to having constant, blissful, non-f*****g gay s*x. When we weren’t mutually jacking off, we play-wrestled, ate junk food, napped, watched Netflix; basically, it was an extraordinarily decadent weekend.
The best part of it all—we were able to explore one another sexually without having to go through the awkward get-to-know-you part of a budding relationship.
I decided s*x with a best friend was the bomb. In hindsight, I probably would have benefited from an outside opinion.
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Monday showed up, and I was not ready—in so many ways. Too much time spent horizontal while not getting any sleep, eating piss-poor food but not drinking nearly enough liquids for our marathon s****l acrobatics, and—most critically
