He felt panic rise inside him. “No, no, no. It's not. At all. I've never touched Sonny or Putzie’s dick. I've never even looked.” That last one wasn't technically true but he very rarely looked. And it's not like when he did he ever wanted to do anything more.
The trouble was, talking about beating off was staring to turn him on a little. He dug his nails into his palm, distracting himself with the sting of pain and thinking about his aunt Betty. That always did it.