Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 100470 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100470 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
I’m reeling at his words. “You’re gay?”
Rowdy scoffs. “I don’t think so. I mean, I liked everything that happened, but when I see my future, I see a wife. It was just fun. Felt good, you know?”
We both grow silent for a couple of minutes before he starts speaking again.
“I’d heard something and assumed Wild saw us because he was different toward me after that. Pissed and refused to speak to me for a long time. I never could figure out why, though. Maybe he thought it was wrong I was kissing a guy or he was mad that it was his cousin? I have no idea, but he’s been shitty toward me ever since.”
“How come you came back if you were living your best life and experiencing fun shit?”
Rowdy grunts, reminding me of Dad. “I learned the hard way that life out there isn’t always fun.”
“When you came back, you isolated yourself,” I murmur. “Did something bad happen?”
“You could say that.”
“I’m sorry, man. You know you can tell me. I’m not going to judge you or anything.”
He picks up another stick and starts snapping it into small pieces. Whatever happened it’s something he clearly feels nervous talking about. It makes me wonder if I even want to hear what it is.
“I had sex with Evan,” he blurts out. “It wasn’t long after Evan got an apartment, leaving Wild’s house where he was staying. I went with him. That’s when all the sex stuff started.”
“Oh.”
“At first, it was good. Lots of blow jobs, frotting, hand jobs.” He lets out a small chuckle. “I really thought I’d hit the jackpot. No responsibilities to speak of, I was getting off all the damn time, and smoking weed was relaxing. I fucking loved it.”
Dread pools in the pit of my stomach. “Until you didn’t?”
“Yeah. Until I didn’t.” He scrubs a palm over his face, leaving his hand there as if to cover his expression from me. “I was cool with everything we’d been doing. He’d mentioned me bottoming for him a time or two, but I wasn’t interested. Sounded kind of painful, to be honest.”
I’m not completely sure what bottoming means, but I’m not an idiot. I’m guessing penetration. Evan wanted to penetrate his ass. It makes my own asshole tighten. It does sound painful if you are on the receiving end.
“I told him no. He was pissy about it, but he seemed to get over it.” He rises to his feet and paces back and forth in front of me. “One day, he got me shitfaced drunk. I don’t remember much, but it happened between us. The pain was there the next day, but I figured I’d survived.”
“But you said no…”
Rowdy pauses. “I guess when I was drunk, I said yes.”
The whole situation makes my skin itchy. I don’t like that he isn’t sure.
“We started drinking more and more, which led to more fucking.” He sighs heavily. “And then, I don’t know, I was just bored of it.”
“Evan didn’t take that well?”
“Fuck no. He wanted…I don’t know. A relationship? But I wasn’t there for that. I still wanted to have a wife, have children, eventually come back home to be with my family. What I had with Evan was just sex and fun.”
I don’t speak or breathe, desperate to know the rest of the story. My quiet brother is a vault. For him to reveal this part of himself, I feel like I’m getting a glimpse inside of Rowdy’s head that’s never been seen before.
“Evan started throwing these parties where he invited everyone. The quality of these people was not the best, but I was meeting girls, which I liked. One girl dragged me into the bathroom and gave me a sloppy blowjob that left red lipstick all over my dick. It was hot and wild. I was back to having the best time of my life.”
Now that Rowdy’s lid has been lifted, all sorts of shit is spilling out of him. All I can do is intently listen, eager to know how this story plays out.
“I admitted to him later that night that I was with this girl. He was pissed, but we weren’t a couple or anything. We got into a big fight, though. He nearly broke my nose in a rage. Cops got called and everything. Luckily, it was Will, Evan’s dad who responded, so neither of us got into any trouble.”
“Evan seems like a total asshole,” I grunt. “I’ve only met him a handful of times and he seemed fine then, but I’ve definitely changed my stance now.”
“The next day, when we were both sober and everyone was gone, he begged me not to leave. Said I was his best friend. I wanted to believe him that we were cool.” He sits back down beside me and lets loose a pained groan. “The next party we had, Evan stayed glued to my hip. It was annoying until he told me about a new party favor he had that would fuck me up real good. Since he scared away any potential girls who might want to have sex, I was game.”