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"Don't feel weird about it" I give hiood at blow jobs"

I run a finger through his dark pubes, then stroke my hand up his hip

"This was gay as fuck I hope you’re happy Go wash all this jizz off you"

He looks at ets up off my bed and disappears into the bathroo boner I' to myself as I clean up with my shirt and then drape my arm over my eyes

This is fucked up—I’ll admit it

Is it wrong how much I love it?

Seventeen

Josh

We have a pattern He skips hootten pere with Coach Nix) Lunch, I sit at the usual table with Brennan, Marcel, and the rest, but I don’t get within three or four seats of Ezra I make sure that I can hear him, but not too well That I can see him, but only in my periphery

Cara fawns all over hi to ht of it—so I try not to look their way Mostly what coh I don’t hear it often, but soood sound He looks happy at the lunchrooirlfriend

I see hiain in physics That’s the best and worst part of h that I can’t help but look at hilance down, I see his bare knee inches fro and tanned fro outside at practice The —andHis hands I can feel the pattern of his breathing Every tiet a little jolt Sometime in the last week, we’ve reached an unspoken consensus: Try not to look at one another My whole body sweats and prickles, but we rarely make eye contact

Then it’s only gliet home before he does, since soccer ends before football I shower first and head into my room to do homework and some bench press He comes home and showers Finally, my mom calls us to dinner, and it’s just the same as always, somehow

I treat hi He acts like he findsHe eats everything ives hisix-pack abs like his

After dinner, studyinheavy, I make myself brush my teeth Then I strip down to my boxer briefs and climb into my bed and wonder

Will this be a night that Ezra wakes up screaht, I wake to the sounds of hihtmare I run to his room like Super Miller Usually, he’s on his side, curled up and shaking,him awake

His bedside lamp is always on, so I can see his eyes hen he opens theer I don’t knohat’s in his head, what’s in the dreauish off his face and dives for my dick

These past few nights, he’s see harder like he’s scared…and he’s been rougher Likes to shove me, wrestle me onto my back, straddlein a pair of loose, faded jeans, so I can’t fully see his erection Maybe he believes I think there’s not one But there is I have eyes, and he’s got a bulge the whole time he messes with me

He’s really good at it—so good that I’ets hts he doesn’t tease my asshole Usually, he does He licks back there or prods or tickles that spot between my balls and my hole It ot a hand around my balls, a hand aroundon my head