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inches.
    Craig’s fist got faster, and I knew he was getting close. I watched as he pounded
    his dick through his fingers, and then, just as I thought he was about to burst, I put my hand on the back of his neck, holding him down on my cock. He squirmed and
    twitched as cum blasted out underneath him and sprayed the bed, his chest, and my
    hip. The hot slap of it was enough to drive me over the edge too—that, and the extra-rough dig he gave inside my ass—and I unloaded in his mouth, forcing him to swallow what I gave him.
    He kept jerking as he gulped, a long unbroken strand of jizz trailing down from
    the tip of his long prick to the sheets. Eventually I lifted the pressure, used the same hand to bunch in the hair at the nape of his neck, and pulled his face up until my tender cock slipped from his lips. Craig had a glazed, dizzy expression, his mouth lolling open and lips cherry red. As I yanked him back, his fingers lost their grip on my ass, and he reached down across me to steady himself.
    “Is your throat okay, dude?” I asked him, smirking. He glanced up at me,
    frowning.
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    “Fuck you, Kyle.” But he was having to force himself not to grin, and I knew—not
    least from the wetness sliding down my flank—that he’d loved it. I let his head rest on my abs.
    “You’ll need to pay more for that,” I told him, and he pulled a stupid face like he was calculating just how much he could afford. That set us both off laughing, and he only paused to call me a bastard when I wiped my slippery dick in his hair.
    “So what are you going to tell your dumb jock friends?” he asked me. I traced a
    finger down the sharp curve of his shoulder blade.
    “You had a real tough attic that needed cleaning,” I told him. It would be an easy lie, believable and flexible too. “Who knows, maybe it’ll take another weekend of work before it’s done.”
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    Chapter Two
    In a lot of ways a secret is like an unexpected erection when you’re in class. It’s all you can think about. You’re obsessed with it, and you can’t help but think that surely everybody else can see it too. As I walked into the locker room before practice, what I’d done with Craig on Saturday was the mental equivalent of a triple-strength boner, and I couldn’t stop looking around to see if everyone else had spotted the guilt on my face.
    Yes, guilt. I’d gone from Craig’s head resting gently on my stomach to dressed
    and frantically starting up the car outside in about three minutes flat, or at least that’s what it felt like. Craig had obviously known that I was freaking out some. After he’d asked me what I planned to tell the guys about my “slave duties,” he’d given me this calculating look, and it suddenly registered just how out of character I’d been behaving.
    I mean, seriously, letting some dude suck my cock and finger my ass. And kissing
    him—me kissing him, not just accidentally having my lips in the wrong place at the wrong time—well, I was having trouble processing it still. At the time, it had basically blown my tiny mind, and I couldn’t get out of there quickly enough. I had driven home in a daze and fled to my room as soon as I got back, flinging little more than a
    breathless “hello” to my parents in the kitchen.
    So now I had this feeling that I was giving off some weird, queer vibe, that
    everybody I hung out with would take one look at me and realize I’d been getting dirty with another guy. The fact that nobody had treated me any different all day only made me more paranoid. I was half-expecting the rest of the guys on the team to turn on me and call me on it as soon as I walked in the door.
    They didn’t, though. Instead, I was stepping into the usual banter: a sweaty room
    full of swaggering just-post-adolescent men in various states of undress, smacking each 32|ALEX PENDRAGON
    other with towels, pushing each other around, and generally acting like idiots. I opted out and