stories for boys

You know the lesson learned this week? That baring one’s soul isn’t sexy. That being open is a dead end. No one cares. Bottom line — it makes you human. And really, who wants to be dating a human? The less you know about someone, the more you can love them.
Look at God. No one [...]

I walk into a bedroom, wandering around the party, after I leave the bathroom. The door is open.
On the bed are two girls. With a boy on each side, a symmetric pair, a palindrome.
Led Zeppelin is playing. “Dy’er Mak’er.”
The girls are making out. One of the girls is the same one that had been dancing [...]

“So what else do you want us to do?”
One boy: “Take your shirts off.”
Another: “Eat each other out. Finger each other.”
The other girl: “Hey — I want to show you guys what Landon sent me.”
A third boy: “Lick each other’s nipples.”
Silence. The girls look at each other, unsure. Knowing what they think they should do [...]

I’m outside, typing. The sun has set, though it’s dusk. It has gotten very cold out and every two or three sentences, I make a fist and breathe into it. I’m wearing a tee shirt and khakis with sandals and it’s way too cold for these clothes in this weather, for fall in Chicago.

The boys didn’t follow us. I saw Polly, knew she was responsible, told her she needed to find someone and head to the bedroom to make sure the other girl wasn’t being raped.
The next morning I asked her about it. She didn’t remember talking to me. Though she thought that at some point at the [...]