“Oh, s**t,” I said as he touched my waist, and I realized I was hard. “Shit.”
“Good?” Kyle asked.
“Yeah.”
“Good.”
He pushed me down onto my mattress on the floor, and then the pressure of his body and mouth on me was so much like swimming, like the one time I’d skinny dipped with a friend before I left for college, I almost came right then. I didn’t think I was gay, I still don’t in a lot of ways, yet I remembered that night with James with crystal clarity. The moonlight on his c**k, uncircumcised unlike mine, and being enchanted with the way the skin could be pulled back, the way he showed me it could be, and then the feeling of the water over me, covering me like the night did, but also revealing me like the moon. So iconic, so wonderful—and so much like the sensation of Kyle rubbing
