If he let me beat him, I’d be like a god. Mom xxx It was a saturday in August, Jason had come round as there was little else to do while there were workmen tearing up the leisure center. Jason was like the wrestling champ of the town. Don’t like the dark. I felt movement on my legs, and realised that Jason was trying to pull down my boxers. “Yeah sure. “I, er.” this time it was me looking away in embarrassment. “Don’t go shouting it round school though, I’d die from all the stick I got about it.”
“Aye okay.” I said, pulling on some clothes. I could feel the heat from his body radiating from him. Its a damn good job that I had locked my door too.
