Greg paused, slightly baffled at Alfie's hesitation and distress.
"This bothering you, Alf? Why the bloody hell should it? You're a fucking bloke. We are encouraged to chat this kind of shit."
He watched the other boy carefully, noting that Alfie was hugging the wall and seemed ready to flee in a moment. Slipping off the table, Greg approached him, narrowing the distance between them and stopping after half of it was closed.
"So hand jobs. Interesting, seeing the other bloke's mouth.., but no matter."
He stopped and crossed his arms, clearly trying to decide if he should press the other boy or not.