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shower. He'd concealed himself and gotten dressed quick without showering and hurried from the locker room.
    But he couldn't stop thinking about boys, and he kept seeing Bradley Tames – the school hunk – stripping down, his body perfect even at thirteen years old. The memory wouldn't leave him alone, and when he'd crawled into bed that night, he tried to go to sleep but couldn't. When he was sure no one else was awake, he'd slipped his hand down inside his underwear and started touching himself. He'd never done it before but it felt good and he started to moan without realizing it, his hand moving faster, shaking the bed a little.
    Now he lay frozen, heart racing and fear twisting his guts; he'd been caught in the act. He didn't move a muscle, not even to pull his hand away from his hard member, just clutched himself in tension – and squeezing a little too tight. Tears burned his eyes and he forced his grip to loosen but still didn't want to move and let it be known he was awake.
    “I know you're not asleep.” the kid smirked. “What are you...doing?” the tone of his voice implied he knew exactly what he was doing.
    The boy couldn't fool him by pretending to be asleep. “Nothing.” he mumbled and finally pulled his hand from between his legs and huddled deeper in the blankets, his back turned to the other bed.
    “Ahhh...haaa.” The kid chuckled. “I know what you were doing.” the other bed creaked as the kid crawled out, then the boy's mattress pressed down. “Do you even know how to do it?”
    “Shut up.” the boy's face burned with embarrassment and he dragged the blankets up over his head. “Go away.”
    “Don't be embarrassed, bud.” he snickered. “Nothing to be ashamed of. We all do it.” he leaned closer, chin brushing the boy's shoulder. “So who were you thinking about? Some cute girl at school?” when the boy didn't answer but simply jerked his shoulder away from the kid's chin, he grinned, “or perhaps some cute...boy?”
    The boy gasped; did he know he liked boys? He couldn't. He'd never told anyone. “That's dumb.” the boy choked, face muffled in the blankets. “Why would I think about a boy? That's...weird.”
    The kid laughed low. “No it isn't. A lot of boys like other boys.” he leaned close again. “I like boys too.”
    The boy frowned. “What?” he whispered. “But...you have a girlfriend.”
    “So.” he said. “I like boys and girls.” His lips touched the boy's ear and he jumped a little. “But just between you and me...I like boys better.”
    He liked boys? But he'd never seen him act that way towards other boys. The boy yelped when the kid slid his hand down between his legs and gripped his dick. “Wh-what're you doing?” his breath quickened and he grabbed at the kid's hand to shove it away.
    “Relax.” the kid said smartly. “I'm not getting fresh with you. I just want to show you how to wank off the right way.” But there was a notable quickness to the kid's breath and he was working under the blankets, then pressing his body to the boy. An unmistakable hardness pushed against the kid's shorts, bumping the boy's butt.
    “Don't...” the boy grabbed his hand, but the kid held on.
    “I said relax, for fuck sake.” the kid suddenly sounded annoyed. “It'll feel good. And next time, you'll know how to do it right.”
    The boy tried to relax, and withdrew his hand, letting the kid handle him. Something about all of this felt wrong and made him feel sick to his stomach. The kid squeezed his cock and stroked, applying pressure at different times, twisting his hand back and forth as it moved up and down his dick, his palm rubbing over the tip, massaging. The boy's breath turned ragged, uneven, as his body responded.
    “Told you it would feel good.” the kid's thick, husky voice was in his ear, his own breath puffing out erratically. His hips pushed harder against the boy's butt, the hardness in his underwear even more fierce. His hand moved faster and