DOMINICK © [ENGLISH EDITION]

Chapter two

I came out at a slow pace from the girls' bathroom, they all looked at me again, and were outlining slight smiles. I returned to my bench, I was shocked by the sudden appearance of Ethan who was hiding behind the door, he swayed over me and pulled my arm towards him, with his handsome teenage face that was now pale and scared, it seemed as if he had seen to death itself: "DOM!"

"What's wrong Ethan?" I laughed, frowning. "Why are you screaming?" I ask, raising an eyebrow.

"What the hell were you doing in the girls' bathroom ?!" Didn't you notice down there? "He asked, looked down and made a sign to me so awkward, I didn't understand and I asked without understanding what he was referring to:

"What's happening?"

"YOUR COCK IS GOING OUT, IDIOT !!" he yelled at a point that only I heard. He got off my side and I looked down and I realized that my penis stood out on the towel, I covered it with both hands, I smiled looking at him and said:

"Thanks dude." I wink at him."I'm going to tell you what happened, before I'm going to shower."

"Okay."

Ethan was the only friend I had made over the years, I think that like him neither and even if there are losses in our friendship, we are always there to support the other. I left the towel on the sink, got into the shower, turned on the tap and let all the water fall, closed my eyes to feel it touch all my ends and use my hands to feel the water closer to me.

«I'm sick of him telling you to do something and don't do it, you're not like your brother, he does everything I ask of him, for a damn time I ask you to tidy up the room while your mother and brother are in the middle and you pass. »

"Dominick, are you listening to me?" Ethan called me, I shuddered a little and said:

"Yes, I'm going out ..." I closed the tap and the drops of water that had remained on the body began to fall on the floor.

"Okay man, move your ass." Ethan said giving a motivational clap, something had happened, I know it, I smiled as I wrapped the towel around my waist and left.

"I'm out, what the hell is wrong?" I asked, but I kept thinking about that memory I had in the shower.

"Well, get dressed." When you come out I'll show you, okay? "I narrowed my eyes at his immature response and his desire to always keep the mystery.

"Yeah, but what is it? Fuck..." I was outraged. He knows me, he knows I have little patience when his mysteries are about him.

"She's an aunt who has just arrived, she's hot," he replied, "I think to calm me down," touching me on the shoulder, "better date soon."

"Okay, okay I'm coming..." I said, rubbing his hair.

He turned around and came out of the bathroom, I began to dress: I put on some blue jeans without putting on my boxers to be somewhat more comfortable, —maybe a new victim appears— «of course he will come» and a white sweatshirt.

«I need help», I tell myself.

I freaked out with my own thought, something's wrong with me, am I freaking out or is it that I need to have sex. It's always the same, I try to remember something that has been rumbling in my head for a long time, but I can't.