Page 134 of Pride High

“Yeah! She’s great. I just don’t think she can love him like…”

“Like you do?” Cameron finished for him.

Anthony laughed nervously. “Like he deserves,” he amended, even though Cameron had gotten it right. “He’s my closest friend. I want the best for him, that’s all. And it’s hard to share.”

“I know the feeling,” Cameron said. “We didn’t get to see each other much this weekend.”

“Yeah, sorry. Omar’s birthday is coming up and I needed ideas.” They had gone to Oak Park Mall again, this time on their own, Anthony watching his best friend like a hawk to figure out which movies he wanted to own. Not that Cameron couldn’t have tagged along, but he’d had plans with his friend Charles.

“I’ve been thinking about that actually,” Cameron said. “Us seeing each other more. While we’re still in the closet, if we spend the night at each other’s houses, nobody will think anything of it.”

“That’s true!” Anthony said, sitting upright in his excitement. Although the idea made him just as nervous. “Wait, when you’re talking about spending the night…”

“I mean the same kind of sleepover that you and Omar have,” Cameron assured him. “Unless you want more to happen.”

The air felt thin in Anthony’s lungs. He absolutely wanted more to happen. But that didn’t mean he was ready for it. “I’m not sure,” he admitted.

“Me neither,” Cameron said. “Let me ask you this: When we finally get there, how do you want it to happen? I don’t mean the sex itself,” he added hurriedly. “Although we can talk about that too.”

“I’d want to take things slow,” Anthony said. “I don’t want to go all the way.”

“You mean butt stuff?”

Anthony laughed. “Yeah. I mostly just fantasize about dicks.”

“I’m obsessed with dicks!” Cameron said, before he swore under his breath. “I said that a little louder than I meant to. But yeah, just seeing yours and touching it, that would be enough for me.”

“Hell, I’d settle for a description.”

“Huh?”

Anthony could feel his heart in his throat before he asked, “Have you ever measured yours?”

“Of course,” Cameron replied without hesitation. “Like I said, I’m obsessed, and it’s the only one I have access to. What about you?”

“Yeah. I’ve measured. How long is yours?”

“I don’t want to say.”

“How come? Too big? Too small?”

“Too intimidating,” Cameron replied.

Anthony understood. He felt the same way. Putting a number on it was so definitive. “Describe it to me then.”

“Oh boy… You’re in a mood tonight.”

“I am,” Anthony admitted, needing to adjust himself. This was getting hot!

He listened to Cameron take a deep breath. “I dunno… I guess it’s basically the same size as a corn dog.”

Anthony laughed. “Do you mind if I run downstairs and check the freezer?”

“So you can compare? Be careful. You might get freezer burn. What about yours?”

“About the same,” he admitted. “Wait, when it comes to length, are you including the stick?”

“No! Are you?”

---