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have been pretty rough," he said.
    "Well." I didn't know why I was telling him all this. Like I said, I never talked to anybody like this. "See," I told him, "usually after we dropped them off, Wallace would ask me if I wanted a beer, which I usually did, and then he'd just go crazy about what cockteasing cunts those two girls were, and how if they didn't watch out they were going to be in for a surprise one night. Stupid pig cunts, he'd call them."
    "That's funny," Carlos said. "Stupid pig cunts." He said it like he was trying it on for size.
    "So then what would happen?" he asked.
    "We'd sit on the floor in his living room. We'd drink beer."
    "Yeah?" He daubed at the corner of his mouth where a string of cheese was.
    "We'd watch each other jerk off," I admitted.
    It felt strange to say that to somebody I'd just met, especially somebody who was more than twice as old as I was. Especially somebody who was making me sweat under my armpits the way he did—nervousness, I guess. But it also felt, well—exciting, like here was this secret thing I was suddenly talking about.
    "Sounds kind of depressing," Carlos said. "Did you do anything
    I shook my head. "The yard closed and Wallace moved away. 1 didn't see those girls again after that." "Did you want to?" I shook my head. I'd never really thought about it. "1 guess not
    really," 1
    We'd finished tin- heerv 1 wished 1 hadn't told Carlos that story—
    suddenly 1 fell more depressed than I'd been all day. Bui all at once he reached out ind put his hands on my shoulders so that we were race to in eat h othei I felt full inside, like something
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    us studying each other. There was this fine stubble on his chin, and 1
    noticed how his eyebrows met above his nose. 1 could smell mv swc.it there in the van, and maybe his too, this sweet-SOUI smell.
    I was very aware the whole time of beer building up in my bladder, and how I really needed to piss something awful. But that didn't stop me from returning Carlos's stare right back into his eyes and locking him there, not moving, just letting it go on between us to see when it would have to break.
    After what seemed like forever he said in this quiet voice, "I think you're very special. Do you know that?"
    "What I know," I told him, reaching up and putting my arms on his shoulders the way his were on mine, "is that I really, really have to piss."
    He laughed out loud, a really loud laugh, and leaned his head forward onto my shoulder. "You're funny," he said. "You're crazy. Go piss. I have to piss too." I relaxed a little and managed to haul myself over all those garbage bags and open the side doors of the van. Carlos followed me. It wasn't raining so hard as before, but it was still raining. We stood in the rain next to each other and pissed these long streams of piss, mine clear and Carlos's dark yellow. Carlos aimed his so that it intersected with mine, and they hit the ground together in one single stream.
    I could tell Carlos was staring at my dick the whole time I was pissing. Well, I thought, it wasn't like I hadn't glanced over at his.
    When he finished he didn't stuff himself back in his pants. He just stood there with it hanging out, waiting I guess for me to finish. Which I did, and zipped up.
    He reached over and put his hand on my belt buckle. I didn't move. I didn't brush his hand away. I didn't do anything.
    He crouched down in front of me, looking up at me the whole-time with our eyes locked. Then he undid my jeans and slipped them down. I kept saying to myself, Tony, do something, but I couldn't do a thing. It was that animal thing in him, which I picked up on from the first. I felt his hands on me and I couldn't move. My dick was starting to crank up under his touch, and I realized lt'd been half-hard back there in the van when we were talking, only I hadn't wanted