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opposite: their soft tender touch, their flowery scents, the way they flirted and teased, their difference and mystery. By the time he’d finished grade school, he’d scored kisses from three boys and three girls. The teams were tied, even-steven.
    When he reached middle school, his antsy hormones began to demand more excitement, and he discovered that to get any action from a girl required a lot more preliminaries. First, a friend had to tell the girl that Sergio liked her. If she liked him back, he’d need to talk on the phone and IM her for hours, telling her how much he liked her . . . until finally, he might get a kiss. And if he got super-lucky she’d let him sneak a little feel.
    Fooling around with boys was way less complicated. They could wrestle and horse around, and if a hand strayed below the waist, they just giggled about it and punched each other.
    With middle school also came porn. One afternoon in seventh grade, his buddy, Big Brian, showed him how to get around his computer’s Net Nanny, and they pornsurfed, stumbling onto an all-male site.
    “They’re gay,” Sergio said, stating the obvious.
    “Yeah, gross,” Brian said. But he didn’t change the page.
    “Um . . .” Sergio squirmed, staring at the pictures.
    “ . . . You ever wondered what that would feel like?”
    “Nah.” Brian’s voice quivered in response. “Have you?”
    Sergio shrugged evasively. “You want to try it?”
    “Um . . .” Beads of sweat broke out on Brian’s forehead. “You want?”
    Their belts got unbuckled fast; pants fumbled open.
    “You go first,” Brian whispered.
    “But how do you . . . ?” The boys studied the photos, trying to figure things out.
    “Oh, I get it. Like this!”
    “Man, that feels great.”
    “Yeah!” Hearts pounded among echoes of “Yeah! Yeah!”
    Afterward, they cleaned up with a crusty old sock, grabbed chips and soda from the kitchen, played a computer game, and the next day went to school like any other seventh-grade boys. They never talked about their experiences; it was easier not to.
    In high school Sergio began to date, alternating between guys and girls, until he met Zelda, his first serious relationship.
    He was sitting one day between the school library shelves reading A Wizard of Earthsea , when a girl’s voice whispered, “Hey, that’s the book I was looking for.”
    He gazed up a pair of long slender Lycra-panted legs at an impish-looking girl with a butterfly sticker on her cheek.
    “How is it?” Zelda asked, pushing her raven black hair behind her ears. “My friend tells me it’s great.”
    “Yeah,” he replied. “It’s my second time reading it.”
    She plopped down onto the carpet beside him, where they talked about their favorite fantasy books, and then about time travel, and then about trance music. . . . When the end-of-period bell rang, he knew he wanted to spend more time with her.
    “I’ll let you take the book,” he teased, “if you give me your number.”
    She smiled, but only a little—as if she didn’t want him to think he was getting too big a bargain—and wrote her number on his hand.
    Within a week, they were talking on the phone every day—about school, their families, favorite foods, anything and everything. . . . He opened up to her more than he’d ever opened up to anyone except Kimiko.
    “Just so you know, I’m bi,” he told Zelda, wanting to be honest. But in reality he’d stopped thinking about guys. She’d become the only person he thought about—almost each and every moment.
    “I’m bi too sometimes,” she said with a half smile.
    “Sweet!” he replied, feeling he could be totally himself with her.
    He loved the time they spent together . . . talking, kissing, holding. . . . He loved everything about her: when her hair fell across her forehead and how silky soft it felt when he combed his fingers through it; how her breasts fit into his cupped hands like two golden apples—the first bare boobs he’d ever touched;