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bathroom…earning my knowing grin—the grin of a victor for the vanquished.
    I knew it wouldn’t be long now. He had a troubled look on his face. A faint aroma of semen wafted in the air, and I didn’t know if it was from him or me. It made me slightly queasy. Then, his eyes glowing, he swallowed hard.
    “I have to use the bathroom,” he muttered suddenly, getting to his feet.
    I grinned.
    “It’s not what you think,” he said. “I really do have to go.”
    “Sure you do,” I said pointedly. “You’d better go before you do it in your pants.”
    His hand was resting on his crotch, unsuccessfully trying to hide the mound thrusting up beneath his pajamas.
    “It’s not that,” he insisted, dropping down to his knees, then onto his stomach, hiding it. “That’s all you ever think about.” He sounded peeved.
    “Why don’t you just admit it?” I pressed. “You wanted to beat off, right?”
    “Why don’t you admit it?” His ears were turning red.
    I stared at him then made motions of a boy beating off. He kicked me in the leg. For a long moment we were both silent. When he finally spoke, his voice was little more than a croak.
    “So what if I did? Didn’t you?”
    “Me?”
    “Yeah, you. Didn’t you feel like it?”
    I felt my ears burn.
    “You probably wanna do it right now,” he said.
    I felt as if I were at the start of a roller coaster ride, inching slowly up to the top of the first big hump where the roller coaster is poised briefly, almost at a complete stop, just before the steep, rushing, mind-numbing decline. The roaring in my ears wouldn’t go away. My voice sounded funny as I heard myself say: “Okay, then, I’ll do it if you do it.”
    He looked at me in surprise. “What, here?”
    “Yeah. What’s wrong with that?” Emboldened by the way he flushed scarlet, I pressed on, “Come on, how about it?”
    He remained silent. A doubtful look crossed his face. I changed my tactic to one I knew would have a greater effect. “Ah, you’re just chicken, that’s all.”
    His face colored some more and I felt my own excitement rise.
    “I should have known you’d be too scared,” I taunted.
    “I’m not, either!”
    “You are!”
    “I’ll do it….” He looked up. “…if you go first. How’s that?”
    I felt my scalp prickle. The thought of seeing Bobby naked—and not just naked, but with an erection—was getting me excited.
    I’d never seen another boy’s hard-on, though I’d often noticed the semi-rigid state of some of the boys in the PE showers—a condition which, given the intimacy of the situation, probably couldn’t be helped. Such teasing intimations had only made me yearn to see a boy’s full erection. My knees were weak and trembly.
    It seemed a long time passed before either of us spoke.
    Finally, in a strained, weak voice I said, “How about if we do it together?” I shot a silly grin at him.
    Looking a little scared, he nodded.
    For a few moments we felt weighed down by the heaviness of our decision, unable to say or do anything.
    “Well?”
    Not wishing to appear scared myself, I initiated the action. Getting to my knees, I slipped my T-shirt over my head, then hesitated with my hand on my pajama bottoms, waiting for him to follow suit.
    “Do I have to take my T-shirt off?” he asked.
    “Yes.” I knew that for him, baring his chest was a major hurdle of inhibition.
    Self-consciously, with an expression of reluctance, he slipped out of his T-shirt, then waited a moment, scratching at a spot just below his left nipple.
    “Well?” I said, suddenly nervous myself. “What are you waiting for?”
    “I’m not going till you go.”
    “We’ll do it together, then.”
    Our hands hovered uncertainly about the waist bands of our pajamas. Then, stealing shy glances at each other, we slid our pajamas down and stood bashfully before each other clad only in our white cotton briefs. We snickered nervously, neither willing to take the final step—even though our