Matt & I had been friends for years. We were in college now, but since high school I’d had off-and-on physical feelings for him. He was tall, fit, and smooth-chested with blondish-ginger hair and a shy smile that could melt ice. I was bisexual, and although it was unspoken he pretty much knew that. But I also knew my feelings for him weren’t reciprocal, and I accepted that too. So this sort of went on in the background of our relationship, even as we both talked about girls over the years.
One night we talked about school and sports, and eventually we came around to Jennifer, the girl he’d started spending more time with. Things had momentum, apparently. On our second beer, I went for details. To my surprise, nothing physical had happened between them yet. He wouldn’t say much more, but he did let on that he had stopped masturbating almost a month ago. Saving up seed was something he and I had talked about and would do from time to time. He thought it was contributing to their positive energy, and they would “see where it led”.