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and covered his teeth was when he smiled. And his lips curled at the corners. Mitchell ached to touch him. He wanted to reach out across the table and wrap his arms around Luke. He wanted them to lie in bed together, side by side.
    “I’ve seen you with a boner,” Mitchell said.
    “Yeah? When was that?”
    “One day in the showers.”
    This was one of the things that Mitchell held in a sort of catalogue on Luke, that he had one day had a boner in the showers, and had been facing the wall trying to hide it. It had been rock hard — and Luke had a nice cock and balls, just average size — though Luke had managed to get it to go down pretty quickly. Mitchell had been sitting on the bench, waiting for a shower, talking to Jack, and he had thought (the reason he kept it in the catalogue) that Luke must have been turned on by the showers, by the other guys being naked. What other reason could there be? He wouldn’t just get a boner for nothing.
    And then that would mean that Luke was gay, and if Luke was gay, then ....
    Mitchell looked up to see Mason and Tyler walking towards them, coming across from the table where all the guys had been sitting.
    “Hey,” Tyler said, sitting down. Mason didn’t take a seat. “Sorry about yesterday,” Tyler said. “It’s just — well — I don’t really want to feel a guy’s boner poking into my ass.”
    Luke laughed, shaking his head, and Mitchell swallowed.
    “Who would?” Luke said.
    “Someone who was gay.” Mason had his arms folded. “Maybe someone who can’t face the truth.”
    Mitchell winced, looking up at Mason. Mason was a big guy, as big as Tadd almost, though he wasn’t all confident the way Tadd was. He was a little ugly, with a big nose — a fat nose — and bushy eyebrows. He had dark freckles and was friends with Robby Michaels, who was still sitting over at the table with Tadd, deep in discussion with Tadd, and looking over at Mitchell from time to time. Robby probably didn’t believe it either — that Mitchell wasn’t gay and couldn’t get his cock to go down.
    “Hey, he has a problem,” Luke suddenly said to Mason. “He’s told me about it before. I think you can give a guy the benefit of the doubt.”
    Mason drew his head back and nodded.
    After Lunch, Mitchell had English with Luke, and the two sat next to each other like they always did. Luke liked to draw, and often during class he was drawing when he was supposed to be working. It didn’t seem to make any difference to Luke’s grades. He was pretty smart, a lot smarter than Mitchell, and whenever they had a test or an assignment, Luke aced it without even trying.
    Luke tapped Mitchell on the shoulder halfway through the class, while Mr Caroll was speaking to someone at the door. Luke handed him a piece of paper folded in half — one of his drawings. Luke was always doing this, drawing, and then handing his drawings to Mitchell. Sometimes, Mitchell could hardly keep from laughing, because Luke would often draw caricatures of the teachers, or of other kids in the class. He was very talented, took art, and wanted to do art at college, though his parents were arguing with him about it — a subject that Luke kept bringing up all the time, complaining about it to Mitchell. And Mitchell did listen, but he could see Luke’s parents’ point — to pay all that money for college, for art; well, it didn’t make a whole lot of sense.
    Mitchell unfolded the paper and frowned. It was Mr Caroll, their English teacher, naked, and he had a small cock, a hard little cock.
    “Just like you,” Luke whispered, cupping his hand around his mouth and bringing his lips up to Mitchell’s ear. “He can’t get it to go down.”
    Was Luke trying to be cruel to him? That was how it felt, as though Luke had punched him in the chest, and he was winded. He felt his heart lurch, looking at the picture. It was a picture of his cock on Mr Caroll’s body, and Mr Caroll was bald and about sixty.
    Mitchell winced. He