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If you really think hard about it, legally, you aren't a pedophile. Pedophiles like kids ranging from shitsnot-fuckers to brats in the store. Basically stops around age eight or nine. The next pre-fix starts with an O and ends with a Phile but like hell if you've let yourself dance with guilt long enough to learn the term that will send you to jail.
Your name is Dirk Strider, you typically go by the name Bro.
You are not a pedophile.
You just happen to have some poor self-control when it comes to one of Dave's friends, Jake English. Little brunet with a dopey grin. Shy smile, face that heats up like a campfire when he's nervous or horny. Kid's a teenager, he can't help but be horny right? Same way that you can't help but pity his poor soul. Why the hell you want to give him a five start experience who knows?
It's fine though, he's young. When you first cornered him all you did was feel between the safety of metal and denim. He didn't complain. Didn't protest. Hell you had to wonder if the fucker had ever touched himself judging by the way he stuck to you. After just one taste Jake's eyes followed your back around the apartment. He'd always glance at you if chance put you in the same room. It must have been the big curious eyes that landed him whining like a pup, cumming into your hands inside the bathroom before you cleaned him up and sent him back to a session of video games.
It'd be a lie to say Jake English wasn't on your fuck-it list. Of which you only remembered when convenient.
It became convenient on the way home when remembering you promised Dave a sleepover after coming home from a club drunk again. You promised you would stop waking him up. After three times breaking that promise you suppose you owed him. Even if he was being a wimp ass, manipulating you for his own gain. Smart kid. Learned from the best no doubt.
Jake English is in your apartment, there's an eighty percent chance. You don't plan on laying a finger on him. But, who are you to deny him if he should ask?
You're not a pedophile. He's at least sixteen, right?