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explicit descriptions of gay sex. The story is pure fiction and is not
based on any actual events.


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."

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The story continues in chapter 17: An Uneasy Truce

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