“Just that once?”
“Yeah. We weren’t friends after that. Embarrassed ourselves, I guess.”
“Who won the contest?”
“What? Oh, you mean who was bigger? He was longer, but I was bigger around, so we never figured it out.”
“Is that all?”
I paused to consider my answer. The subject of Carlos was still tender to the touch. “No, there’s been one guy since I came to Phoenix. I saw him a couple of times.”
He could probably tell from something in my voice he was on thin ice, so he started telling me about himself. He hadn’t known he was gay when he married at eighteen, but things went wrong almost from the first when his wife’s brother seduced him. Tears came to his eyes, but his marriage was long over, and he had come to terms with the fact he liked men, not women. He told me about a few of the
