I had always considered myself straight. While it was true that I had no s****l experience, the naked girls in the porn magazines turned me on plenty, and I had never given it much real thought. It was the end of summer in 1996, the beginning of my senior year of high school. My friend Miles and I had both turned eighteen over the summer, and so one weekend night in September he pulled out the Penthouse magazine that he was proud to have bought.
"Dude, check out what I got," he said as he pulled the magazine out from his dresser drawer.
I was spending the night at his house, something we had done since we became best friends freshman year. We were physically built about the same, right around 5'10" and fairly skinny. We only lived three blocks apart, so it was easy to walk to one another
