Dustin rode the bus to school. He had left early this morning so that he didn't have to talk to Di. What did she know, anyway?
But somewhere inside him, thoughts were stirring. He had been looking at a Playgirl magazine, and Di knew it. He tried telling himself that he was just looking at something to aspire to. He wanted to be a strong and handsome man... but every justification Dustin made to himself fell short of the truth: Dustin was thinking about men.
Dustin went through his school day, going from class to class. Multiple teachers tried counseling him about missing homework and failing grades, but Dustin ignored them, as ever. As he sat in class, he tried to force himself to look at girls and think about them sexually. If he struggled at it, he could keep his focus, but as soon as he stopped paying attention, his gaze would unconsciously fall onto muscular jocks, and his dick would begin to harden, unbidden. Dustin stopped himself and shook himself out of it several times over the day.
Then came the worst part: PE. Dustin, being a generally pretty big and strong teenager, had always enjoyed playing football, and he was pretty good at it too. But today, being surrounded by hunks, and especially the gorgeous quarterback Joe Miller, was too much for Dustin. He couldn't control his hard-on, and it threw off his game.
Back in the locker room, Dustin did his best to stay out of sight of the other players. He changed clothes quickly, then headed for the bathroom. He needed relief. He entered a stall, and rubbed one out into the toilet. As he did, thoughts of muscular men filled his head. Having been satisfied now, Dustin found getting through the day just a little bit easier.
A few hours later, Dustin entered his home again. He headed straight upstairs to his room. As he went he heard a thump come from his parent's bedroom, followed by a drawer slamming. He ignored it.
Back in his room, Dustin took his magazine out from under the bed, then locked the door. He picked up a box of tissues, and brought it and the magazine over to the recliner. By the end of the night, Dustin had used the whole box and his dick felt raw. He went to sleep with the full realization that what he had feared was indeed true: Dustin liked men.