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Jeff into his kitchen. He didn’t want him to feel crowded.
    But eventually Jeff came through with the tea.
    “Cheers,” Eddie said. “Appreciate it.”
    Jeff did that awkward shrug again. “Least I could do for you. After all that…you know.”
    Eddie made an effort to shift back into trainer mode. “That’s great. You’ve helped me to clean up and given some refreshments. The only other thing that’s really important after a scene with a new playmate is to have a little chat about how things went.”
    “Playmate.” Jeff frowned. “That sounds so childish.”
    “There was nothing childish about what we just did.”
    “No.” Jeff hesitated, something clearly on his mind. “But it was a bit like I was playing teacher or parent. You know, having you, erm, over my knee.”
    “Did you feel like that was something you wanted to role-play? I’m not into doing incestuous scenes, but I don’t mind being a naughty schoolboy.”
    “No! I don’t know. Maybe. It kind of… It stopped it feeling so gay.”
    Eddie sipped his tea as Jeff paced back and forth. He had to handle this carefully. Casually. Not make a big deal out of it so Jeff could put it in perspective and not let it ruin his peace of mind.
    “There wasn’t really anything gay about what you were doing.”
    “I was touching your arse!”
    “No, you were spanking my arse. Not that a bit of touching wouldn’t go amiss. When you do that with a girl, I’d suggest sometimes switching to stroking, rubbing, and even kissing the skin. The changing sensations make it all even more overwhelming.”
    “But still. I got hard.”
    “Yeah, but that’s not because you’re gay. That’s because you’re a sadist.”
    Jeff looked glum. “I really am, aren’t I?”
    “You’re making it sound like a bad thing.”
    “It’s not exactly the done thing, though, is it? Admitting you get turned on by hurting people. My parents would think I’m a monster.”
    “Yeah, but it’s not like you’re hurting anyone against their will. Would you have enjoyed it if I hadn’t been enjoying myself?”
    “I don’t know. I don’t think so. I think it’s more about having the control. About knowing you were putting up with it all for me. Because I wanted you to.”
    “Well, there we go, then.” Eddie slurped the rest of his tea down in one. Although there was plenty more about the scene they could discuss—the whole condom issue, for a start—with Jeff’s brain fixated on the whole gay issue, he didn’t think the man would be taking any of it in. “Look, don’t overthink it. There’s nothing to be ashamed of in being a pervert, and there’s no reason to go worrying about your sexuality just because you let me suck you off. Different rules apply in a scene. It’s like you take a step outside of your everyday reality. Your personality changes. It’s all fine. It doesn’t have to affect the rest of your life. You’re still exactly the same Jeff White you were earlier today.”
    “You think?” The uncertainty dropped from Jeff’s expression, and his usual mulishness returned. “Yeah. You’re right. Of course I am. This was just an experiment. That’s all.”
    “Exactly.” Eddie stood. “Now, I should be going. I’ll see myself out. And I’ll call you in a few days in case you have any questions about anything. And if you feel like it, maybe we can set up another session.”
    “That’s not going to happen.”
    “No need to decide now. Just see how you feel.” Eddie darted out of the door before Jeff could say anything else to burst his bubble.

Chapter Seven
    He wasn’t gay. Jeff had to keep telling himself that. He told himself first thing in the morning when he woke up with a stiffy, and he told himself last thing at night when he had his usual bedtime wank. He told himself all through the day too, constantly on guard against any behaviour that might mark him out as being anything other than a heterosexual man.
    It was five o’clock—nearly