Chapter 11

The two-week vacation passed quickly. Smith and I spent most of our time hanging out at his house and going to weekend matinees, but only once or twice did we close his bedroom door, get naked and rub up against each other. Lots of kissing and fooling around, but to be honest, neither of us wanted to do more. We were becoming good friends who liked to spend time together. Mother worked a day job during this period, and I think she knew I was well taken care of, so she didn’t worry about all the time spent at Smith’s. Only two interruptions: family dinners at Grandma’s for Christmas and New Year’s Day, and then it was back to St. Sebastian’s and my first day of gym. I was dreading it.

I Am Not My Penis