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I can’t quite make myself roll over just yet, lying in the wet spot and not caring. I smile when I feel him kiss my shoulder. “Thank you,” he whispers.

A laugh rumbles out of me as I turn my head to look at him. “Pretty sure I should be thanking you. I’m not sure I’ve ever come so hard.”

He winks at me. “You think I have?” His hand goes to my right ass cheek, and he squeezes. “There’s nothing like being inside this ass.” He smacks it with a quick pop, smirking at me. “Nothing.”

“Wait until I’m inside you,” I say, leaning over and kissing him hard. His soft whimper into my mouth tells me he wants that too. But not today.

I’ve fingered him a couple of times now, while taking his cock into my mouth, but we haven’t switched yet. I’m okay with never doing that, honestly. As long as I can have him. But I do wonder what it would be like to sink into his warm tight hole.

To have his heat surrounding me. My cock twitches in my hand, and I force myself to sit up with a groan. We both clean up quickly and get dressed before actually doing some homework and then playing Fortnite.

I don’t want to go home for dinner, but I’ve been playing it safe lately. Going home for dinner most nights, and since I stayed for dinner last night, I know I need to go home tonight.

Jonah walks me to the door while the family sits down at the table. I know they can see us, and I’m sure they’re a little curious, but I don’t even hesitate leaning in and kissing him softly.

He looks surprised when I pull back but pleasantly so. I’d do it again and again, just to see that happy, surprised smile. I wave goodbye to Micah, Jenna, and the girls and then head home.

Dread fills me the entire time like it always does.

When I sit down to dinner with my parents, brother, and grandfather, all I feel is dead inside. Numb. Like I can barely breathe.

There’s no happiness or joy here. Why the hell am I fighting so hard to keep this? I don’t know. I don’t have an actual answer for it, other than they’re all I’ve ever known.

“So, when the hell does this school year finally end?” my grandfather asks me from across the table.

“May,” I answer, even though he knows.

He grunts, shoveling some mashed potatoes into his mouth and chewing before speaking. “It’s almost October. That’s too long.”

It’s not nearly long enough, if you ask me. “It’s going pretty fast,” I say, taking a bite, my stomach revolting, but thankfully, I keep it down.

He just grunts again. “You have a girlfriend yet?”

Yeah, my dinner might just come up after all. “No,” I say, taking a drink of water and trying to settle my stomach. Hating that all their eyes are on me.

“Well, why not, sweetie?” my mom unhelpfully asks. “You’re so handsome. I know plenty of girls would love to date you.”

I fight rolling my eyes because that for sure would get a not so good reaction out of my grandfather, father, and probably my brother. “What are you, too good for the girls at school?” Curtis pipes up. “Just so damn picky?”

I look over at Curtis, not taking the bait. “No. I just don’t have a girlfriend.”

“It isn’t normal. The Dukes are like catnip to women,” Curtis says and gross. Could he be more cringy?

My dad snickers, though, winking over at my mom, who scoffs but blushes like she’s a teenager. Barf.

“Dinner was great, mom. I’m going to go study,” I say, standing up and picking up my plate.

“Study,” my grandfather scoffs loudly. “What the hell do you need to study for, boy? We all know where you’re going to end up. You don’t need that school.”

Most parents and grandparents encourage their kids and grandkids to do well in school—at least, that’s what television and movies have taught me. And well, when I’d go over to friends’ houses, I’d see it firsthand. But not mine.

This is the shit I’ve heard my whole life.

I could play football because it was entertaining, but school? No need for that, according to them.

It’s almost like they’re afraid of it for me. I don’t remember Curtis getting such a hard time when he was in school. Maybe because he never resisted.

Never asked any questions about college, like I mistakenly did when I was a little boy.