"He died just a few days ago, you know. You remember him, don't you? You went to school together and church, too. They say he died after a tragic fall while working. Do you think that's what really happened?" "Yes, of course I remember him, from school and church and other places... Believe it or not, we were naughty together once, on a dark cold night. We found some comfort and pleasure in each other, after drinking beer and smoking some weed. He said he wasn't out and that he didn't want anyone to know. He was raised in the church, like I was. He was married with children, but he knew he was into men. So we got naked and did the deed, with him on top of me, riding himself into a moaning orgasm and then exploding on my chest. He passed out after that, and I drove home in the rain. We talked about it a few years later, and he said he didn't remember that night. I think he lied, I think he remembered it, but he just didn't want to admit that it ha...