Page 43 of The Protective Gryphen

Gryphen smiled.

“Did you skip PE a lot?”

He snorted.

“All of the time. Anyway, we figured out that we were both interested in boys. We’d shower after gym, and you can always tell when someone is checking out the goods.”

Oh, Gryphen knew.

He’d been a Marine.

Men compared, but beyond that three second glance, anything more was leering.

“Anyway, he kissed me one day after school when we were walking home. That grew into going to the movies, and making out. We were both so curious, and there was a spark in our worlds. You know the one when you realize you found someone who was like you?”

Gryphen held his hand in his.

“Anyway, we went on a date. My mother thought nothing of it, since he lived two farms down. We told our parents we were going to go see a drive-thru movie with a bunch of friends, and we did—just minus the friend part. We made out the whole movie, and boys being boys…”

Gryphen smiled.

“You both worked yourself up, huh?”

He nodded.

“So, we snuck back to my house, parking the car behind the barn. We were prepared with the normal things any horny boy needed. We had condoms and erections.”

Gryphen brushed some hair from his face.

“Well, we were already going at it. I mean, I was in his lap, his dick was in my ass, and I was bouncing away. I’ll never know how she knew, since I thought she’d be asleep, but she came outside and must have heard us.”

“Uh-oh.”

“Yeah, she whipped the door open, assuming it would be me and a girl. It was me being fucked and Timothy jerking me off at the same time.”

Ian reached into the one animal’s pen and gave a sheep a soft scratch behind its ears as he continued.

“When she found us, she lost her shit. She started screaming, we started screaming, my siblings came running out, and there I was, naked in a boy’s lap, his dick shrinking, and mine doing the same.”

“I’m sorry,” he said. “That had to be mortifying.”

“Oh, ever since that day, I’ve always felt laid bare during sex. Like someone was going to jump in and scare me. Even before what Will did to me, I was nervous in bed with others. That memory,” he said, touching his head. “It stayed.”

Gryphen knew what that was like.

“Anyway, after she stopped screaming, she sent me inside. She drove Timothy home, knocked on his door, woke his parents, and told them that their gay son was fucking hers.”

“Oh, boy.”

“Yeah, I saw him in school that Monday, and he wouldn’t look at me. He had a black eye and bruises. His father tried to beat the gay out of him. I felt…responsible that he was hurt because of me.”

“It wasn’t your fault.”

“It felt like it was. My mother didn’t speak to me for a week, and then, I was forced to go to church. That summer, she packed me up and sent me away to camp.”

Gryphen lifted a brow.

“One of those camps?”

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