He kissed him hard, as if by kissing that way he'd make Bridger forget all the women he'd kissed before him, and men, too, if there had been any. Bridger liked it, kissing back just as hard and then some. What happened next happened fast and lasted a long time. The clothes came off, they fell on the bed. As they made love Jay flashed back to his first time, in college, age 19, playing slap-wrestle with his best buddy, Rick. All of a sudden he yelled, "You touched my penis!" "Did not!" said Rick, who really didn't realize he had, quite accidentally, brushed Jay's jeans at the crotch. It was only a split second, but it was enough to set Jay to crowing. "You touched my penis!" They broke apart and went into the den where a football game played out on TV. Jay sat in a low chair; Rick plopped on the floor beside him. They watched the game. An awkwardness had come over both of them.
Finally, Jay said in an almost timid voice, "Did you like touching my penis?"
"I don't know," Rick said.
"Would you like to do it again?" Rick looked at him, surprised.
"You want me to touch your penis? What are you, a Homo?" That shut them up for half quarter. "You really want me to touch it?" Rick asked in a quiet voice.
"Sure. Go ahead."