Jamie had figured out he was bi-s****l when he was fifteen. His eyes lingering on the guys when he was watching porn, looking at guys when he was in the school's locker room, kind of gave it away. But he still liked girls, dated girls.
He liked having s*x with girls.
And from what he knew, he had been good at it. He hadn't had a complaint, and when he broke up with girls, they had always ended up as friends. They had all told him they were good, and some even had climbed his bed again purely just for s*x.
Because they had missed s*x with him.
So Jesus saying his d**k game wasn't s**t threw him for a loop. He had honestly called bullshit, as he drank a bottle of Jack straight from the bottle, he had thought Jesus had just thrown that out there. Made up a hurtful and untrue reason to
