I’ve always liked girls. I’ve never looked twice at a guy. Until he moved in next door.

Jack is older, confident, and has a body that would make the gym bros back on campus seethe with envy. The whole town is whispering about the parade of men leaving his house late at night, and instead of being turned off, I find myself jealous. I want to know what they’re getting. I want to know why they keep coming back for more.
The summer heat is stifling, but the heat building up inside me is worse. I’m young, I’m bored, and I’m suddenly very, very curious. There’s no harm in flirting, right? Or in seeing if the rumors about his size are true.

"Borrowing the Neighbor’s Tool"

by Axel Gray