West Hollywood, March 1995
After my scary half-date with the jailbait lawnboy James in October 1992, I thought I'd never see him again. But he continued to live in Rosa's apartment building with his parents and mow the lawn and cut the hedges, and somehow we started hanging out.
He came over on Thursday nights, to watch The Simpsons and Cheers with us and hear about gay history and culture. He invited us to his basketball games, told us about the boys and men he was crushing on. We had dinner with his parents, who told us that we were a wonderful influence on him.
James was constantly getting bigger and taller, until he was a head taller than me, with a slim, smooth basketball player's physique. He wore glasses most of the time, which gave him a studious look.
But we insisted on nothing intimate except for cuddling on the couch. He was probably our only friend that we hadn't seen naked.
I forgot all about my promise to "finish the date" on his 18th birthday, March 5th, 1995 -- I said it on the spur of the moment, and never thought he would take it seriously.
But James didn't forget. In the spring of 1995, he started bringing it up:
"Only two months until our date!"
"I've been practicing for our date. Wanna see? [He lies on the floor and pulls his legs behind his head]"
"You'd better rest up-- I'm going to keep you busy!"
Gulp...After two and a half years of big brothering, the idea of sexual intimacy with James seemed weird, sort of incestuous. I didn't want to go through with it...but how could I back out now?
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