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Sexual Development: Chapter 16 - Dean by Gymnopedies
Daniel wished that he could stop feeling so guilty. It was not as though he had anything to feel guilty about. Well, not really, other than the fact that he'd hadn't told Jason about going round to Dean's house. But then if Jason knew, he would probably be offended that he hadn't been invited, which was silly, because even though they were best friends, Daniel felt that he was still entitled to spend some time with other friends. The fourteen-year-old tried to ignore the guilt that was gnawing at his stomach as he made his way round to Dean's house.
One good thing was that he hadn't actually had to lie to Jason about this afternoon. The two of them had been together that morning in Daniel's bedroom for a measuring session. Jason had acted pretty much the same as he had for the two previous sessions, stripping completely naked and giggling a lot to try to hide the fact that he was clearly uncomfortable. Daniel had remembered Adam's advice that the two of them should talk about how they were feeling, but it somehow hadn't felt like the right time for anything like that. So they had gone through the normal routine of measuring each others' bodies. In spite of the slightly uncomfortable situation, Daniel had felt his usual thrill at being able to handle Jason's hard cock, and then the almost equal thrill when Jason had taken his turn, touching and even briefly stroking Daniel's own erection. As usual, it had been over all too soon, and even though the touching had been good, it had left Daniel feeling unsatisfied and yearning for more. One of these days he'd find the courage to once more suggest to Jason that they jerk off together, and maybe this time Jason would agree. Even that wouldn't be as good as doing each other, but at least it would be better than getting all excited and then having to simply stop and get dressed. After their measuring, Jason had explained that he wouldn't be around that afternoon, since it was his grandmother's birthday and the family were all going over to see her. Daniel had breathed a silent sigh of relief at this news since it had saved him having to think up an excuse about why he wouldn't be around himself.
Dean lived in a nice area. The houses were all semi-detached, with large front gardens. Daniel found the right house and walked up the driveway to the front door. There was no bell, just a brass knocker, and he gave the knocker a couple of quick raps and waited.
Dean answered the door almost immediately. He was dressed in jeans and a dark-red pullover, and his hair was wet as though he'd recently showered. He gave what looked to be a relieved, slightly nervous smile. "You came."
"You didn't think I would?"
"Yeah, but... well, oh, never mind. Come on in." He held the door open for Daniel to step inside.
The house looked to be fairly expensively furnished. Dean's family were obviously quite well-off. Daniel glanced down and saw the short row of shoes by the door and, without being asked, he automatically kicked off his own shoes and placed them at the end of the row.
"Thanks," Dean grinned. "Mum's got this big thing about not wearing shoes around the house. Hang on a sec." He stepped away, sticking his head around a door that opened off the hallway. "Mum, Daniel's here. We're going up to my room." There was a muffled reply that Daniel couldn't hear and then Dean turned back to Daniel, his grin wider than ever as he closed the door. "She's so predictable. She's says to make sure you take your shoes off before we go upstairs," he said.
Dean's room was a typical teenaged boy's bedroom: a little untidy, with items of clothing laid around and posters on the walls. Interestingly, Daniel noted, all the posters featured male celebrities and sports stars; there wasn't a female to be seen. One wall was clear of posters, and held framed certificates along with several photographs of Dean. Daniel stepped closer to these to look at them. The certificates were for karate and kickboxing. There was also a glass-fronted box that held a number of medals, hanging on coloured ribbons; they looked extremely impressive. Daniel's eyes were drawn to one particular photograph that looked to be fairly recent. It showed Dean, bare-chested, standing next to an older guy who looked to be in his mid-thirties. The older guy had his arm around Dean's shoulders.
"That's Greg, my kick-boxing coach," said Dean. "The picture was taken last month when I came second in the Area Youth Championships."
"Wow! Second in the area? That's brilliant." Daniel had had no idea that the boy was that good.
Dean shrugged as if it meant nothing. "First would have been better. But I had no chance against Nick Wainwright." He pointed to a different picture which showed him standing next to an older boy. Both of them were bare-chested as they stood posing for the camera with their arms around each other's shoulders and wide smiles on their faces. "That's me and Nick. He's sixteen and he's incredible. He's on the National Youth Squad and he represents the UK at all the international events."
"Isn't it sort of dangerous, this kick boxing?" Daniel asked.
"Not really," said Dean. "Not at the junior level anyway. We wear head-guards and stuff. You can get a few bruises, but nothing serious." He opened a drawer and took out a curved, roughly triangular, hard, but well-padded object that had straps attached to it. He handed it to Daniel.
"What's this?" Daniel asked, accepting the item and inspecting it closely.
Dean gave an amused giggle. "It's a groin-protector; a goolie-guard. We wear them inside our pants just in case we get kicked down there by accident."
"You mean this has been touching your privates?" Daniel automatically put on a disgusted expression and quickly handed the object back, even though he felt a thrill at holding something that had been so close to Dean's groin.
"Yep. I've worn it right next to my family jewels," laughed Dean. "Don't worry though, it's been washed." He pushed the groin-protector back into the drawer.
Daniel also laughed as he made a show of wiping his hands on his jeans. "I suppose protection for down there is a good idea."
"You're damned right. There are a few guys in the tournaments who will 'accidentally' kick you in the goolies on purpose. It can get them into trouble, or even disqualified, but they try it anyway." Dean held out his hand. "You want to take your coat off?"
"Oh, yeah." Daniel pulled off his coat and handed it to the other boy who hung it on a hook behind his bedroom door. Daniel continued looking through the selection of certificates and photographs, feeling a growing respect for his classmate. Everyone at school knew that Dean did karate and kick-boxing, but it appeared that the young teen had kept quiet about just how good he really was.
Pinned to the wall beside the certificates, Daniel noticed a height chart identical to the one hanging on his own wall at home. It was the chart used in the development study. He smiled to himself and ran his tongue over his lips as he imagined Dean standing naked in front of the chart while his friend Trevor took the boy's measurements. He glanced around and blushed as he found Dean looking at him.
"Yeah, this is where we do our measuring," said Dean. "Do you do yours at your house or at Jason's?"
"We do it in my bedroom," said Daniel.
Dean nodded. He suddenly looked nervous again. "I would have picked you as my partner if you hadn't been doing it with Jason," he said.
"Really?" This news surprised Daniel, since he and Dean had never really been especially close friends. "You mean you'd have chosen me instead of Trevor?"
Dean nodded again. "Trev is OK most of the time, but sometimes he can be a right pain in the arse. I've always thought that you were pretty cool."
"Me?" This was really surprising, especially coming from Dean Williams, one of the coolest kids in school. Daniel found himself grinning "I'm not cool."
"If me and you had been partners it would have been fun," said Dean. "It's not much fun with Trev whinging all the time."
"I'm not sure I'd call it fun," said Daniel, cautiously. Even though he did enjoy the measuring and the chance to get his hands on Jason's body, he was still reluctant to admit it.
Dean swallowed visibly and he looked a little disappointed. "OK, so maybe fun isn't the right word for it," he said. "But I bet you wouldn't complain as much as Trev."
"Probably not," Daniel smiled.
"What do you think of Doc Lomax?" asked Dean.
"He's nice. He asked me and Jason to call him Adam."
"Yeah, he asked me and Trev to call him that as well, but it didn't feel quite right calling him by his first name with him being a doctor and everything. But he must be the coolest doctor I've ever met." Dean grinned, looking more nervous than ever. "Can I tell you something? I haven't even told Trev, but I know you can be trusted not to go blabbing to everyone, even though you'll probably think I'm really weird."
"Go ahead," said Daniel. "I won't tell anyone." He felt immensely flattered that Dean apparently trusted him enough to share some secret with him, and he wondered what it could possibly be. He once again noted the lack of female representation on the posters; could Dean be about to announce that he was gay? Now that would be really something. Daniel felt himself growing nervous in anticipation.
Dean giggled. "You're going to think this is the weirdest thing ever," he said. He paused, dragging the moment out. "I'm getting a real kick out of this Development Study thing."
"Oh." This hadn't been what Daniel had been expecting or even hoping for, and came as a bit of an anticlimax.
"Yeah," Dean continued, a little breathless with nervous excitement. "All this medical stuff, having to stand around with nothing on while Doc Lomax checks me over, sometimes even while I have a boner; it's the biggest buzz ever." He paused, a worried look appearing on his face. "Do you think that's weird?"
"Maybe a bit," said Daniel, with a smile. "I don't really get a buzz out of it, but I sometimes sort of like it."
"You as well?" Dean's grin was back. "I thought it was just me. But I knew you were cool. I wasn't sure about that first session. My old man was there, and I got a boner. That was pretty embarrassing, though it was still sort of exciting."
"Your dad saw you with a boner?"
"Yeah."
"Mum came to my first session, and I got a boner, but she didn't see it. She did see me naked though, and she got a quick look at my dick and everything." Daniel cringed at the memory.
"Your mum? Jeez, I don't think even I would like my mum seeing me naked." Dean frowned sympathetically. Then he brightened up. "The second session was completely awesome. It was so hot having the doc examine me while Trev was watching, especially when I had a woody, which was most of the time. I can't wait to find out what we're going to have to do next."
Daniel gave a disbelieving laugh and shook his head. "Maybe you are a bit strange," he said. "I don't think I want to know what's coming up."
"You won't tell anyone about any of this will you?" Dean asked, now looking worried again.
"'Course not," said Daniel.
"You sure? Not even Jason? I'd die if everyone at school found out." Dean looked as though he might be having second thoughts about revealing his secret.
"I won't tell anyone at all," promised Daniel. He thought for a moment and quickly reached a decision. "I'll tell you what. I'll tell you one of my secrets and then we're even. That way we'll both have to trust each other."
Dean looked thoughtful. "OK," he said.
Daniel pointed to the bed. "We'd better sit down."
"Is it as bad as that?" laughed Dean.
"Not really," said Daniel. "But it's quite a long story, so we may as well be comfortable."
The two boys sat down on Dean's bed. Daniel sat with his feet on the floor, facing forwards. Dean sat with one leg bent up on the bed, facing Daniel.
Over the next few minutes, Daniel told his friend about the deal he had made with Ben and Billy in order that he could partner Jason in the study. Dean listened, wide eyed, as Daniel told of his two visits to Billy's house and how the younger boys had made him strip and had then touched him everywhere and, on the second occasion, tied him to the coffee table and jerked him off. He even told Dean about the candle that had been pushed into his bum-hole. Daniel had originally only intended to tell Dean about the first of the visits, but he'd relaxed into the story and found that in a strange sort of way he was enjoying sharing his experiences with such an apparently appreciative audience. Though he was very careful to avoid certain areas: he made no mention of the fact that he was gay, or of the video that the boys had taken of the second session and then subsequently tried to use to blackmail him. He also stayed well away from Adam's involvement in the affair, thinking it wise not to mention at this stage anything about being put in charge of measuring Ben and Billy.
"Holy shit!" Dean muttered, as Daniel finished his story. The expression on the boy's face was one of pure envy. "That would be so fucking hot!"
"It was in a way," Daniel admitted. "But it wasn't much fun having the runt and his friend in complete control and being able to do almost anything they liked with me."
"But don't you see?" asked Dean, shaking his head. "That's what makes it so hot." He giggled. "Shit! I wish they'd do that to me." Then he realised what he'd said and blushed. He lowered his eyes. "You must think I'm really strange."
Daniel didn't reply. He just sat looking at the boy, his thoughts churning. "Dean, are you..." He paused and took a breath, trying to find the courage to ask the question. "Are you gay?"
There was a long silence. Eventually Dean raised his head, his eyes wide and frightened, much like a rabbit caught in the headlights of a car. He gave a shrug. "Sort of, I guess. I don't know." He looked down again, staring at his fingers as he picked at the duvet-cover that he was sitting on. "I sort of like girls, sometimes. But I also think some boys a pretty hot. I think I like boys more than I like girls." He looked up again, making eye contact and gave a nervous smile that also contained just a hint of challenge and of mischief. "I think that you're hot."
Daniel gave an embarrassed giggle. "Thanks." He hesitated for a moment and then: "I think that you're pretty hot as well."
It took a moment for this to sink in. "You think I'm hot?" Dean asked, as though he couldn't quite believe what he had just heard. "You're gay?" He jumped up from the bed and stood looking at Daniel. Then he giggled. "Oh God! I don't believe it." He giggled some more. "Oh shit! I was so scared for a while there. I've never been so scared in my life." For a moment he looked like he was about to break into a dance. He made himself sit down again. "You're really gay?" he asked, excited and a little breathless.
Daniel swallowed, nervously, and then he nodded.
"Oh shit! I knew you were. You had to be."
Daniel felt a sudden stab of fear. "How did you know?" If Dean knew, how many other people knew? How had he found out? Had Ben been telling people?
"I sort of guessed," said Dean. "But I didn't know for sure. I wanted you to be. I wanted it so much. Oh God!" He grabbed Daniel's hand with both his own, and then looked a little embarrassed and let go of it again. "Sorry," he giggled. Normally so calm and reserved, he was acting like an over-excited five-year-old.
"That's OK," said Daniel, with a smile. He was feeling a little shell-shocked at this sudden turn of events. "What made you think that I might be gay?" he asked. OK, so maybe Ben hadn't been blabbing, but if Dean could guess then other people might be able to.
Dean's grin turned sheepish. "I've been watching you," he admitted. "Like that time last week when McBride was being a wanker and saying that Jason was gay, I was watching you. You acted as though McBride was talking to you and not Jason." He fell silent for a moment looking down. "Are you and Jason doing anything?" The question was asked cautiously, as though he was afraid of causing offence.
""No," said Daniel. "Jason's not gay."
Dean gave a tight smile. "Pity. He's cute."
"Yeah, I think so."
"Does Jason know about you?"
Daniel gave a nod. "Yeah." He decided not elaborate on how the boy had found out.
"And he doesn't mind doing all this measuring and stuff, even though he knows you're gay?"
"No, Jason's cool with it." Daniel wasn't totally certain whether Jason was actually cool with it or not, but his relationship with his best friend was a private thing and not something that he wanted to discuss with someone else.
"That's great," said Dean. "Trev doesn't know about me. I don't think he'd let me anywhere near him if thought that I was gay."
"You sure?"
"As sure as I can be. I'm certainly not going to risk telling him." Dean gave a short laugh. "Have you done anything with anyone? You know, sex stuff?" Then he frowned. "Sorry, maybe I shouldn't ask that. I'm just so... I don't know... I've never been able to talk to anyone about it before."
"It's OK," said Daniel. "I've only really done what I've told you about: that stuff at Billy's house. Other than that there's only been the measuring."
"You've done more than me. I haven't done anything at all except the measuring," said Dean. He gave another giggle. "So who's got the biggest todger, you or Jason?"
"Me, of course," smiled Daniel. "You've seen Jason in the showers."
"Yeah, but for all I know it could grow enormous when it gets hard. Shit! I'd give anything to be there when you guys measure each other. I bet it's so hot." Dean gave a grin. "You think you could talk him into letting me watch?"
"Oh yeah, no problem," Daniel laughed, his tone joking. "He'll probably even let you measure his boner if you ask him nicely."
Dean's grin faded and he licked his lips. "You can measure mine if you like."
A sudden tension descended on the room. Daniel's heart began beating faster than at any time since he'd arrived at Dean's house and his mouth became dry. "What, you mean, like, now?"
Dean nodded, nervously. "Yeah. If you want to."
Of course Daniel wanted to. He hadn't been lying when he'd said that he thought that Dean was hot, and he'd already been trying to imagine what the boy would look like naked and hard. Now Dean was offering him the chance to not only look, but to touch as well. "Y.. yeah, OK," he said, stumbling over those two short words.
Dean hesitated for a moment and then, getting up from the bed, he started to undress. He first pulled off his shirt before tossing that down onto the bed and stooping to remove his socks.
Daniel watched, his eyes glued to the hot young teen. Obviously there was no need for Dean to get totally naked in order for Daniel to measure the boy's erection, but if getting naked was what Dean wanted to do, Daniel sure wasn't about to complain. "You want me to get undressed so that you can measure me as well?" he asked.
"In a bit," said Dean. "Do me first."
"OK."
There was a large bulge in the front of Dean's tight, grey shorts. He glanced down at it and gave a soft, almost excited giggle. Then he put his thumbs into the waistband and pushed the shorts down and stepped out of them. He stood upright, totally naked, his rock-hard cock pointing out in front of him.
Daniel's eyes travelled over the boy's body. Dean was a little shorter than Daniel, and his body was slim, but tightly defined as a result of his physical training. His body was surprisingly pale and he was almost completely smooth except for a small, dark bush at the base of his dick and a few stray, curly hairs on his tight ball-sac. Daniel swallowed nervously as he stared at Dean's erection, straight and hard, pointing up at an angle from the boy's groin. The darker-coloured head of the boy's dick peeped out through his open foreskin.
"The tape is on top of the drawers, behind you," said Dean, his voice husky with pent up tension.
"OK." Daniel got up to fetch the tape, aware that his own cock was painfully hard and was causing the front of his jeans to bulge. He unwound the tape as he approached the naked youngster, his hands trembling. Holding his breath, he carefully placed the end of the measuring tape at the base of the boy's dick and pushed the organ downwards until it was pointing straight out.
"Hang on a sec," said Dean. "You forgot to give it couple of strokes first to make sure it's properly hard."
Daniel gave a laugh. "You mean it can get harder than that?"
"Maybe not," Dean grinned. "But you've got to do it right."
Trying not to appear too eager, Daniel wrapped his fingers around the solid shaft and squeezed it tightly.
"Ooh!" Dean groaned. He closed his eyes. "Oh shit!"
Daniel began to slowly stroke the boy's erection, his hand sliding back and forth along the shaft. He watched as the boy's foreskin smoothly uncovered and recovered the swollen head, which was already glistening with precum.
A shudder passed through Dean's body and he tensed up, giving another groan. "Shit, Daniel, you'd better stop or I think I'm gonna shoot."
"Already? I've hardly touched you."
Dean's face reddened. "Sorry. I guess I'm just over-excited."
"Are you like this when you do the measuring with Trevor?" asked Daniel, amused.
The boy shook his head and gave a shy smile. "Trev's not as hot as you."
Now it was Daniel's turn to blush. It gave him a thrill to know that Dean found him sexually exciting. In order to try to hide his red face he dipped his head and concentrated on the measuring. Pulling the boy's foreskin all the way back, he laid the tape along the shaft. "13.4 cm," he said, reading of the measurement. "You've got bigger since last week."
"Must be because I'm so excited about who's doing the measuring," Dean grinned. "Hey, hang on a minute. How do you know that I'm bigger?"
"I sort of saw your measurement sheet on Friday," said Daniel. "It was on the desk while I was waiting for Adam to finish on the computer."
"So you had to have a look at it?"
"Yeah. Wouldn't you have looked at mine if you'd had the chance?"
"You bet I would," Dean laughed. "I'd probably even have tried to steal it so that I could have had a really good look." He looked down at his dick, which was still has hard as ever. "Better take the rest of the measurements."
Starting to feel a little more confident, Daniel measured the thickness of his friend's erection at the three required places, noting with a slight feeling of satisfaction that whilst Dean's boner was of a similar length to his own, it wasn't quite a thick. "Right, done," he said, standing back and feeling a twinge of regret that the touching was over.
Dean looked a little uncomfortable, as though wanting to say something but not sure whether he should. After a moment he gave a sigh. "You want me to measure you now?" he asked.
"Yeah, alright." Daniel put down the tape and began to undress, feeling both nervous and excited about Dean seeing him naked and hard. It took less than a minute for him to strip completely. He made himself stand with his hands at his sides so that Dean could look at him.
"Nice," said Dean, with approving nod. "You've got a beautiful dick."
"Thanks," smiled Daniel. "Yours is nice as well."
Dean stepped forwards and wrapped his hand around Daniel's erection, causing the boy to breathe in sharply. Dean's touch was firmer than Jason's, more personal than Adam's, and gentler than that of Billy and Ben. Daniel felt an almost overwhelming urge to thrust forwards with his hips, pushing his cock deeper into the warm embrace of the boy's hand.
"Feel good?" Dean asked.
"Yeah, it feels good," Daniel agreed.
Dean pushed back Daniel's foreskin and laid the tape along the shaft. As he did so he lightly caressed the exposed head of Daniel's dick with his fingertip, causing the boy to groan softly and tense up.
"13.4," Dean smiled. "We're the same size." He draped the tape over his shoulder and took a step closer until he stood directly in front of Daniel. Bending their penises downwards he pressed them together, side by side, comparing their lengths. "Cool," he laughed.
"Ooh!" Daniel groaned. The intense feeling of Dean's penis rubbing against his own was almost more than he could stand.
Suddenly turning serious, Dean squeezed the two shafts one against the other and began to slowly jack his hand backwards and forwards along them. Still keeping up his hand action, he raised his head and made eye contact with Daniel. "You want to jerk off?" he asked.
Daniel nodded. "Yeah."
Dean glanced momentarily down at his hand before looking up again. "Me too." He let go of the two engorged organs and, his dick twitching spasmodically at his groin, he sat down again on the bed, indicating that Daniel should join him. Once both boys were sitting side-by-side on the bed, Dean took a hold of his own cock and slowly started to stroke it, his eyes firmly fixed on Daniel's erection.
Following the other boy's example, Daniel also started to stroke, feeling a little self-conscious. This whole situation seemed somehow unreal. He'd known Dean for around three years, ever since the two of them had started at the same secondary school at age eleven, and they had always got on OK, but had never really spent much time together. Now, suddenly, they were both sitting naked on Dean's bed, jacking off together.
"You OK?" Dean asked.
"Yeah. This just feels a bit strange, that's all?"
"You want to stop and get dressed?"
"No way!" Daniel found himself grinning. Even though it felt strange, this was something that he had wanted to do for a long time. He'd wanted to do it with Jason, but that hadn't worked out, and though he didn't have the same feelings for Dean that he had for Jason, this was an opportunity that he was not about to pass up. For a moment he considered suggesting that they do each other rather than themselves, but then decided that he might suggest that next time. He smiled at this thought as he realised that he was already assuming that there would be a next time.
A moment later Dean tensed up and then his head went back, his eyes screwed shut. He let out a long groan. Then he opened his eyes again and looked down at his dick. Panting heavily, he continued to stroke, catching the cum that spurted from the head of his cock in the palm of his other hand.
Seeing Dean cum was enough to push Daniel over the edge. He tried to follow his friends example and catch his cum, but the first spurt flew over his hand, most of it ending up on Dean's thigh. He milked out the rest onto his palm.
"Wow! That was good," Dean panted, grinning broadly. He looked down at the splash of cum on his leg. "You got me," he laughed.
"Sorry," said Daniel.
"No problem." Dean looked at the cum in his palm and then glanced speculatively at Daniel. After a moment he raised his palm to his mouth and licked at it with his tongue."
"Ugh!" The snort of disgust came out before Daniel had chance to stop it.
Dean expression turned worried. "You never tasted your cum?"
"No."
"It's not bad, really. You should try it." He frowned. "I guess now you really think I'm weird."
"A bit," said Daniel. "But it doesn't matter," he smiled. He glanced at the cum in his own palm. Very tentatively, he raised it to his nose and sniffed at it and then he touched the tip of his tongue to it. "Yuck! It's horrible," he muttered.
"Maybe it's just yours that's horrible," laughed Dean. "You want to try mine?"
"No way!" said Daniel, wiping his mouth with the back of his clean hand.
"Suit yourself," grinned Dean. He stretched over and pulled a handful of tissues from a box by his bed, giving some of them to Daniel to wipe himself with before beginning to clean himself.
Once they'd cleaned up, the boys quickly pulled on their clothes. There had been no discussion about whether to get dressed, but since they no longer had a reason to remain naked, getting dressed seemed the natural thing to do.
"Daniel?"
"Yeah?"
Dean looked nervous again. "What we just did... We can do it again sometime can't we? You know, touch each other and stuff? We don't have to do any more than that, not if you want to"
"Yeah," Daniel nodded. "It was good."
"Great," said Dean, happily. "How about you come over one day after school? How about Wednesday or Thursday?"
"Erm, yeah. Sounds OK," said Daniel. "I need to check that I'm not doing anything. I'll let you know. There's just one thing though." He paused and looked at the boy. "Don't say anything about me coming over here to Jason."
"Sure," Dean agreed.
"Thanks."
Dean looked thoughtful. "You like Jason, don't you."
"He's my best friend. We've been friends since we were about four."
"Yeah, but it's more than that. I've seen how you look at him."
Daniel took a chance and decided to come clean. He sighed "Yeah, it's more than that. But Jason isn't interested. He's straight."
"So you keep saying."
"You say that like you don't believe it."
Dean shrugged. "I don't know. I've always thought that he might not be quite as straight as he claims."
"You're just going by what McBride and his gang say."
"I guessed right with you, didn't I?" Dean frowned. "I dunno. Maybe Jason is straight. Either way, I promise I'll be careful not to cause any problems between you." He gave a sad smile. "Jason doesn't know how lucky he is."
The story continues in Chapter 17: An Uneasy Truce
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