Tio_Narratore
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Was she bluffing or calling Jake’s bluff? He was serious about not getting ridiculed, but he had hoped the ultimatum would get her to disclose her true aim. She wanted something other than the drawing; that was certain. But Jake wanted, needed to know what it was.
“Wait,” he said sharply, “I’ll explain. And then maybe you’ll tell me the truth.”
She was a good opponent, for sure, and Jake was growing more and more fond of her. Time for some more truth from him, and maybe she’d return the courtesy.
“No, I’m not gay. But you have to admit your behavior is unexpected. No, I’ve never had a girl kneel down just like that and offer me a blow job, and so I’m sure there’s something else going on.”
He turned his desk chair around and offered her a seat.
“Stay a bit and we’ll talk. Then we’ll see what happens.”
Yes, he was willing to tell her his darkest secret; he was that insistent on knowing why she was doing this. About how the other guys had teased and taunted him in the gym locker room, taunted him about his penis. ‘That’s not human, that’s ugly,’ they said. ‘It’s like an animal. Yeah, like a fucking horse.’ And his nickname became ‘horsey.’ He spent all of high school embarrassed about his organ and tried to keep it hidden. In the locker room and out. Long pants helped, but when he had to wear shorts or swimming trunks, he always wore baggy ones and a tight jock strap to lessen the bulge.
Now he waited to see if his new acquaintance would stay and talk honestly.
“Wait,” he said sharply, “I’ll explain. And then maybe you’ll tell me the truth.”
She was a good opponent, for sure, and Jake was growing more and more fond of her. Time for some more truth from him, and maybe she’d return the courtesy.
“No, I’m not gay. But you have to admit your behavior is unexpected. No, I’ve never had a girl kneel down just like that and offer me a blow job, and so I’m sure there’s something else going on.”
He turned his desk chair around and offered her a seat.
“Stay a bit and we’ll talk. Then we’ll see what happens.”
Yes, he was willing to tell her his darkest secret; he was that insistent on knowing why she was doing this. About how the other guys had teased and taunted him in the gym locker room, taunted him about his penis. ‘That’s not human, that’s ugly,’ they said. ‘It’s like an animal. Yeah, like a fucking horse.’ And his nickname became ‘horsey.’ He spent all of high school embarrassed about his organ and tried to keep it hidden. In the locker room and out. Long pants helped, but when he had to wear shorts or swimming trunks, he always wore baggy ones and a tight jock strap to lessen the bulge.
Now he waited to see if his new acquaintance would stay and talk honestly.
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