The next day, Joel rushed to meet Ken at the bicycle rack and spied him jogging up. They froze, two feet apart. “Hi.”
Ken bit his lip. “Hi.”
Joel tingled inside. He shrugged. “I want to give you a hug and kiss.”
Ken scanned around at dozens of other students walking by. He scrunched his eyes shut.
Joel mumbled, “We can just shake hands. Sorry. I’m being pushy.”
Ken’s eyes opened. He dropped his backpack and rushed into Joel’s arms. After a tight, sustained hug, Ken planted a firm kiss on Joel’s lips.
“Dude, you’ve given me a huge boner. I’m going to have to jack it before my next class.”
“Where?”
“I’ll go to a stall in some restroom. It’s hot, semi-public, but not illegal if I close the stall door.”
Ken shook his head. “You’re bad.”
They wandered to a shaded corner and ate, tradi
