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Bowie was fast asleep in his bed, until a text message awoke him.

Jonah: Hey. What are you doing? I'm bored.

Bowie lifted up his alarm clock and put it directly in front of his face to see the time. It was 11:46 P.M. on a school night. Shouldn't that kid be asleep?

Bowie: Sleeping. Shouldn't you be?

Jonah: All I can think about is how I wanna be kissing you, right now.

Bowie felt a lot of shame. He wanted so badly not to involve himself with Jonah in that way, but Jonah's perfect face and smooth little body had such control over Bowie.

Jonah: I wanna see you.

Bowie: Right now? How? There's no way your parents would be cool with you leaving the house this late.

Jonah: I know, but I was thinking maybe you could come over.

Bowie: Your dad will murder me, literally.

Jonah: Just sneak in through my window. Amber used to do it all the time.

Bowie: What if I get caught?

Jonah: Trust me, you won't.

Bowie covered his face with his pillow. What had he gotten himself into? He should've rejected Jonah the moment he kissed him, but he couldn't. Jonah was just...too gorgeous. He got up and put on his most sneaky-looking black hoodie, then made his way outside to his truck.

When he got to Jonah's house, he sent him a text asking which window was his, and Jonah informed him that it would be the one on the right side of the house that was open. Jonah already had a ladder near the window for Bowie to use, so he climbed right on up and through the window.

"Thanks for coming," said Jonah, smiling.

"No prob," replied Bowie halfheartedly.

Not knowing what to do, he sat on Jonah's bed.

"So, now what," asked Bowie nervously.

Jonah sat next to Bowie, grabbed his face, and kissed him deeply. Bowie had another opportunity to reject Jonah, but of course he instead grabbed Jonah's waist and got deeply involved in the kiss.

"Can you tell I've been practicing?" Jonah took a break from the kiss to ask.

"Yeah, I can definitely tell. You certainly were...licking my tongue a lot," responded Bowie.

The kiss was actually terrible. It seemed like the only thing Jonah learned was to stick his tongue as far in the other person's mouth as possible.

"Whoa," said Jonah after noticing Bowie's erection.

"I'm sorry, it was involuntary. It's because you were kissing me so hardcore," explained a beet red Bowie.

Jonah chuckled.

"Bowie, it's okay. I'm not a little kid. I know how boners work. So, what do you wanna do?"

"What, regarding my boner? Absolutely nothing. Jesus, Jonah, you're saying it like it's no big deal. What is with you?"

"I don't know, I guess I just don't see what the big deal is. I've seen internet porn and stuff, so I know what two guys do together."

Bowie would have loved to get into every orifice Jonah had, but he knew his thoughts weren't right.

"Maybe we can just watch a movie?" Bowie suggested.

"I'm fine with that."

"Okay, cool. Then let's watch a movie."

Jonah smiled, then went over to his DVD collection, pulling out the ones he thought could be interesting to watch. Bowie stared at Jonah's ass as he was bent over searching. He was wearing basketball shorts as pajama bottoms, which didn't leave much to the imagination. He clearly wasn't wearing underwear under them. Jonah finally chose a DVD, then inserted it into the player. He crawled up into the bed next to Bowie.

"What's this?" asked Bowie.

"American Pie."

"What!? Why do you even have that? That's not for kids."

"My parents don't know I have it, but it's hilarious."

"Yeah, and very sexual," Bowie added.

"So?" remarked Jonah. "What do you think kids my age do? Finger paint? We do masturbate at my age, Bowie. I am a teen in middle school, after all. What do I have to do to prove it to you and make you stop treating me like a little kid?"