The Long Run

by James Acker

I was inundated with the idea that all gay guys do is gasp over brunch and sit on some cock. Which sounded like a nice Sunday.

Because in sex ed, they had us put condoms on bananas. I was ready for a banana. I had mentally prepared myself for the concept of a banana in my future. I knew what I’d be getting into. But Bash had an eggplant. Bigger, thicker, and harder to handle than what I expected on my plate.