Page 59 of Our Secret to Keep

When I was twelve,Nate showed me how to jerk off. I mean, it’s not like I didn’t understand the concept. My dick was like a toy I couldn’t stop playing with… but Nate made it fun.

The first time I touched my dick to completion, Nate was watching porn on the bed across from mine. I heard a woman moaning and a man grunting. He called her a good girl, and I lifted my head from the pillow to see Nate on his bed.

Shirtless, Nate touched himself through the slit in his boxers. “Mmm,” he muttered, eyes on his cell phone, the screen light casting a glow on his face.

Like the rest of Nate, his dick was big, but everything about Nate was massive. He never looked like a boy.

His dick was beautiful.

Perfect and smooth.

The head peeked out of his boxers, and he grunted as he stroked his shaft, rubbing his thumb over the tip. He looked so relaxed and focused.

I rolled onto my side. “What are you doing?”

“Looking at porn and fucking my hand.”

“Dude, we have practice in the morning.”

“So.” Nate continued jerking his shaft, staring at the screen. “You should try it. Feels good.”

I sat up, curious. “Let me see.”

“Get over here.”

I slid out of the warmth of my heavy blankets and climbed onto his bed. Following his lead, I leaned my back against the wall, legs stretched across the mattress, feet dangling off the side beside his.

“Isn’t she hot?” Nate licked his lips, then glanced at me, eyes wide. “We need a girlfriend like her.”

Not girlfriends plural. I should have known back then that I would never escape Nate. Every sexual encounter from that day forward involved him. If only I had known what I was getting myself into when I hopped onto his bed.

“Yeah,” I muttered. “I guess.”

“You guess?” Nate snapped his head at me. “We’re gonna get the hottest girls. Like this one. Just wait and see.”

I wasn’t sure how I felt about girls at that point. All I knew was that I liked the sight of Nate’s dick. A whole fucking lot. And I wasn’t sure what that meant.

“Touch yourself,” Nate said, which was kind of weird. “It’s just me, Riv. I won’t bite. You never have to be afraid of anything around me.”

“I’m not scared.”

I pulled out my dick just to prove a point. He eyed me up for a second, then his focus returned to the woman on his screen.

He rolled his tongue over his lips. “Look at her pussy. She’s so wet.” Nate shoved the phone in my face. “She’s leaking his cum.”

I was surprised Nate knew so much about sex. It wasn’t until a year later that I found out where his experience came from—and it gutted me.

“Nate,” I whispered, eyes meeting his in the dimly lit room. “Should we be doing this?”

Nate didn’t see the issue and said, “Why not?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know. Is this something friends do together?”

“Who cares? It’s what we do together.” He showed me the girl, her boobs so big they took up half the frame. “She has nice tits. Do you like them?”

“Yeah,” I said to make him happy.

“Does she excite you?”

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