” The voice paused as the hood was lifted to just below where the whatever was tied. “Now, my grandmother always told me a man, a REAL man is the ...ype that always gives as good as he gets.”"What do you mean,” Matt asked, “by gives?”“Well, you got head, and from what I saw, enjoyable head. Now you give head.”“To who?” Matt asked, not liking the direction this conversation was going.“Does it matter, giving head is giving head, you choose what flavor you want, banana or strawberry?”“Fuck that. The way the blood was continuing to pump into my dick while he pulled off his shirtsleeves told me it was not a turn-off. I let my fingers brush the tops of his arms and then back to his pecks. I could feel the muscles there, not as defined as they must have been when he was my age, but still powerful and attractive. Even his belly, which bulged a few inches over his belt, did not fill me with disgust, as I had feared it might. I dragged my hands over it and looked up at his face when I reached. So what? Hes probably pleased that half the female student body wants to get in his pants. I glared at him. I made a fool out of myself. He probably went home and jacked off after you told him that you thought he was hot. If I was him, I wouldve taken full advantage of you. I hit Joel on the arm. Thats right, I kind of already did, he said, laughing again. ***** Over the next few weeks, everything fell right back into place. Soccer practice started, teachers started piling homework on us and my. . yeah,” I agree. “Let’s take a break and get those sandwiches.”“Sounds good,” Jack says nodding. He shifts from the dirt mound to sit on a fallen moss-covered log on the forest floor. He lays down his back along the length of the log.I walk toward the sliding glass door into our house, the house I still cannot believe we own! I catch a reminder that my hands, and my feet, and my whole body, is covered the black loam blended soil. “Jack?” I say staring blankly at my reflection. When I hear his.