.. so I laughed and said it was okay. Then we got dressed again and Stephan wanted to go so I said that he could always come along when he was bored i...n the holidays and then I gave him my phone number.Then for a few days I heard nothing from him but a week or so later, he called me one night and asked if he could come by the next afternoon and I said yes boy, of course, and I got all excited again and then he paused and I could hear something was bothering him and so I told him he could tell or. ” “How do you reckon that?” asked William, genuinely interested. “Because I’ve dealt with them before. Just find the right things that can set them off, and they won’t have anything to say in return. They’ll just try to hit you and try to make you fear them, just like how an animal will do its best to scratch you with its claws if you hit it where it hurts.” “I still don’t get it, but I think what you’re trying to say is that bullies are asses because they’re messed up inside?” “Yeah. If you. Where did learn about it? He saw his brother. How did he see that? I dunno. He peeked I think More walking. More silence. So did he show you or tell you about it? He told me. Cool. Its normal dude. Feels good eh? Yea it does. I told him it was called masturbation or jacking off and I told him that all guys masturbate, . And since we were on the subject I asked him how long he had been doing it and if he shoots cum yet. He laughed when I asked that but didnt answer. So I pressed him and asked. I was about to suggest that if he felt comfortable naked, that was totally fine to me. But I didn’t say a word. Sometimes I have the insight of disconnecting brain and tongue so as to not put myself in an awkward situation. I probably needed something strong to drink, but I thought better and opted for a lemonade, and I took a beer for him. “How did you guess I wanted a beer?” he asked, startling me, “Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” he promptly said.“It’s not your fault, I was lost in.