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If Jamie's eyes weren't closed, they would have widened when he felt Damien move his hand under the other teen's shirt, letting him touch his skin. It was definitely a weird feeling for him. He wasn't too comfortable exploring another man's body, yet he never took his hand away. Instead, he followed Damien's direction, gently running his hand up and down Damien's chest. The way he saw it was that if he ever made out with a girl, he would have to learn how to touch her breasts when he did get that far. So Jamie began to run his fingers along Damien's nipples, using his palm to press firmly into his breast, kneading it slowly. Damien's skin was so soft to touch, Jamie soon found himself enjoying the feeling of it underneath his fingertips. He could only imagine what a girl's breast would feel like.
At least, that's what he tried to tell himself. Jamie didn't want to admit to himself that he enjoyed this too much. After all, Damien was another guy, and he wasn't gay. Even though he was making out with a guy, touching his nipples and he could feel the other guy's ass on his big, throbbing cock, he was still straight. Even if he wanted to fuck that big round ass hard into the fucking floor, he was still very, very straight.
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