Date: Sun, 8 Sep 2002 05:24:30 EDT From: GreyWolfLooking@aol.com Subject: Neighbor Tom I wrote this story about 4 years ago and just recently found the disk it was on, so please forgive the amatuerish way it is written or how it may sound. I still hope you enjoy it and I look forward to submitting more of my "First Works". NEIGHBOR TOM When I was twelve years old, we moved across town into a new house. It was closer to my father's job, but I had to change schools. I was very shy and it was hard for me to make friends. After we had moved in, I rode my bike around the neighborhood and couldn't find any boys my age. As I was turning into our driveway, I was watching our next door neighbor as he cut his grass. He had on a pair of old beat up shoes and a pair of shorts, but he didn't have a shirt on. I watched as his muscles flexed as he pushed the lawnmower. He was sweating and his body shined in the hot summer sun. I wasn't watching where I was going and I hit the curb and fell off my bike. I went flying over the handlebars and landed on the grass in our neighbor's yard. He stopped mowing his grass and came over to me. I wasn't hurt, but I was terribly embarrassed. I was beet-red and because I was so shy, I could barely answer him, when he asked if I was okay. He thought I had the breath knocked out of me, so he knelt down next to me and when he did, I could see up his pants leg and noticed that he wasn't wearing any underwear. The head of his dick was hanging out his pant leg and I was mesmerized by the sight of it. I was an only child and had never seen another person's dick before. I stared at his dick as he asked me how I was. I didn't answer him, so he looked down to where I was staring and saw that his dick was hanging out of his pants. He chuckled and nonchalantly tucked it back into his pants. I finally looked up at him and he was smiling down at me. He said, "Sorry about that, but it sometimes falls out because I don't like to wear underwear. By the way, my name is Tom. What's your name?" I flushed with renewed embarrassment because he knew that I saw his dick, then I stammered, "M-m-my n-n-name is R-r-Ryan." He took my hand in his and shook it as he said, "Hi Ryan. Nice to meet you. Are you okay?" I nodded my head bashfully and he helped me up. He walked me over to my bike and looked at it. Tom said, "Well, other than the front tire being flat, I think your bike is fine. If you want, you can bring it over later and I'll fix it for you." I smiled up at Tom shyly and said, "Th-th-thanks." Tom patted me on the back, then turned and went back to his lawnmower. I pushed my bike up the driveway into the garage. I stood there for a few minutes and wondered why I was so mesmerized by seeing Tom's dick. The more I thought about it, the more excited I got. I felt my own dick get a little hard and for some reason that embarrassed me, so I put my bike away and went into the house. When I went into the house, my mom said, "Well, did you meet any boys your age?" I shook my head and my mom said, "Well, you'll find someone to be your friend." It has always been hard for me to make friends and because I was so shy, kids at school would make fun of me and call me names. That only made me more shy, so I figured I would never have anyone I could call my friend. I was outside later in the day and Tom came around the bushes and walked up our driveway. I looked up at him and he gave me a big smile and said, "Hey Ryan, I'm done working in my yard, so if you want to bring your bike over, I'll fix that front tire for you." Because he was so nice, I didn't seem to be as shy around him, so I said, "Thanks, I'll be over in a little while." Tom left, so I went back inside and told my mom about Tom fixing my bike, so she told me not to be a nuisance and not come home too late. I got my bike and went over to Tom's house. He was in his garage, so when I pushed my bike up the driveway, he waved and gave me a big smile. I flushed with embarrassment as I thought about seeing his dick. What really embarrassed me is that I realized that I was hoping I might see it again. I had heard some of the older boys at school talking about guys who liked other guys as being homosexuals. Tom fixed my tire quickly and after I thanked him, he said, "Well, what are friends for." My ears perked up and I thought that maybe Tom would be my friend. Over the course of the next month or so, I spent more and more time at Tom's house. He was always so nice to me and I liked being around him. I started spending Saturday's at his house, helping him with the yard work. One Saturday, my mom came over and talked to Tom about me being at his house all the time. Tom said, "Oh, I don't mind him being over here. He's a nice boy and a real help." After that I became much more relaxed around Tom and even felt my self- confidence growing. I still had trouble at school with the older boys teasing me and calling me names, but all that seemed to disappear when I was with Tom. One Saturday, I was over at Tom's and we had just finished the yard work. We put all the tools away and Tom said, "Did you want to come in and have something cold to drink?" I told him that I did, so we went into the house. He got me some lemonade, then said, "I need to take a shower. I'll be back out in a minute, so don't leave." I sat there and looked around the living-room, while Tom took his shower. A couple of minutes later, Tom came out of the bathroom with just a towel wrapped around his waist. I stared at the front of the towel and could see the large bulge of his dick making the front of the towel push out. He walked over to where I was standing by his stereo and he asked me if I liked music. I told him I did, so he bent down to get some Compact Disks and when he did the front of the towel opened up and I could see his dick. He handed me a couple of CD's and when I didn't take them he looked up at me and saw me staring between his legs. He poked me in the arm with the CD's, so I came out of my trance and grabbed the CD's from him. Tom stood up and said, "Well, I guess we are friends. After all, this is the second time that you've seen my dick." I looked up at Tom and blushed profusely, then he said, "Don't be embarrassed. It's just us guys. Besides you have one, too." I was flustered and before I knew it, I said, "Yeah, but it's not as big as yours." When I realized what I had said, I blushed at my boldness, but Tom laughed and said, "Don't worry. Your dick will grow as you get older." He was trying to make me feel better, but for some reason, I started crying as I went and sat down on the couch. Tom came over to me and knelt down in front of me. When he did the towel gapped open and when I looked up, I saw his dick hanging down between his legs. I started crying harder, when Tom put his hand under my chin and raised my face up. I looked at Tom through my teary eyes and he said, "What's wrong?" Tom had been so nice to me from the first time that we met that I broke down and said, "Some of the boys at school tease me because I'm so shy and they call me names." Tom stood up and sat down on the couch next to me, then put his arm around my shoulders and said, "Well, what kind of names do they call you?" I stammered for a few seconds, then I blurted out, "They call me queer and fag and other names." Tom laughed a little, so I looked up at him with a hurt look on my face, so he patted me on the shoulder and said, "Ryan, I'm not laughing at you. I'm laughing because all boys call other boys those names." I calmed down a little bit and after we sat there in silence for a few minutes, Tom said, "Why does that upset you so much?" I looked up at Tom and said, "You won't laugh at me, will you?" Tom looked down at me seriously and said, "I'm your friend. You can tell me anything." He said that magic word again. He thought of us as friends, so after I paused for a second or so, I said, "Well, I heard some of the older boys at school saying that a fag was a guy who got excited by seeing another guy's d-d-dick." Tom laughed a little, then said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to laugh, but why would them saying that upset you?" Tom was gently rubbing my back, which made me feel secure, so I said, "The day I fell off my bike, I saw your d-d-dick and it got me excited. It was all I could think of for the longest time. Then I heard the guys say that about faggots getting excited about seeing another guy's d-d-dick and I thought that I might be a fag." Tom continued to slowly rub my back as he said, "Would it upset you if you were gay." I looked up at him and said, "Well, shouldn't it upset me?" Tom smiled warmly down at me and said, "Not necessarily." I looked at Tom with a confused look on my face and said, "Why not?" Tom continued to rub my back, then he said, "Well, if you are, wouldn't you want to know?" I was still confused, so I said, "What would it help if I did know?" Tom smiled down at me warmly and said, "Well, if you are gay and you know it, then you could more clearly make decisions about what you want to do with your life and how you want to live it." I sat there quietly for awhile, then I said, "How will I know for sure if I am?" I looked up at Tom and he sat there quietly for a long time, then he slowly said, "Well, if you really want to know, I think there may be a way to find out." I looked up at Tom with hope that he might have a solution, so I said, "How can I find out?" Tom hesitated for a long while as he analyzed me, then he said calmly, "Well, I could let you look at my dick and you could see if it still excited you. There are a few other ways, but we could start with that." I stiffened a little when I heard his suggestion, so Tom said, "If that makes you nervous, then we don't have to do it." I sat there for a few minutes, then I said, "Do you think it would help me find out if I am gay or not?" Tom started rubbing my back again and said, "It might." I was hesitant, but I finally said, "Okay, I'd like to try it." Tom reached down with his other hand and slowly pulled the towel around his waist open. I looked down and saw his dick laying against his thigh and I felt my own dick jump a little. Tom moved away from me a little bit and spread his legs, so I could get a better look at his dick and I thought I saw his dick move up his leg. I looked at his dick for a few minutes and the longer I looked at it, I noticed that it was getting thicker and longer as it started to get hard. I felt my own dick getting hard inside my pants, when Tom softly said, "Well, does looking at my dick get you excited?" I blushed as I looked up at him and said, "A l-l-little." Tom smiled and said, "Why don't you touch it." I looked up at Tom and said, "You don't mind if I touch it?" Tom smiled warmly and said, "No, go ahead, I don't mind at all." I slowly reached my hand over and touched his dick with the palm of my hand. When I touched Tom's dick, it pulsed in my hand and it stiffened even more. I felt my own dick getting harder in my pants, when Tom said, "Wrap your fingers around it." I slowly wrapped my fingers around it and I could feel it pulse in my hand. It continued to get harder until it was standing straight up from his body and must have been nine or ten inches long. It was so thick that my fingers barely touched one another. The head of it looked like a big mushroom and the skin under the ridge of the head was a deep purplish red. Tom said, "Move your hand up and down it." I slowly moved my hand up and down his dick a few times, then I began to squirm in my seat because my own dick was hard, but couldn't stick up straight because of my tight pants. Tom saw me squirming and said, "What's wrong. Don't you like touching my dick. You can stop if you want." For some reason, I blurted out, "N-N-NO. I DON'T WANT TO STOP. I m-m-mean, N-n-no, It's n-n-not th-th-that." Tom calmly said, "Well, what is it?" I blushed and said, "It's uncomfortable sitting here because my d-d-dick is h-h-hard and it's pressing against my pants." Tom gently grabbed my hand and removed it from his dick, then he stood up and said, "Stand up." I had a disappointed look on my face, because I thought he was mad that I had gotten excited by touching his dick and he knew I was gay and wanted me to leave. I looked up at Tom and he said sternly, "Get up." I looked up at Tom and said, "B-b-but, I d-d-didn't w-w-want to st-st-stop." Tom smiled down at me warmly and said, "Don't worry, I'll let you play with my dick some more, but I think you'll be more comfortable if you take you clothes off, too." I looked up at Tom in bewilderment, so he said, "It's another way to see if you're gay. Guys that are gay like to be naked with other guys." Tom held out his hands, so I put my arms up and he grabbed my hands and pulled me up from the couch. I stood there and Tom said, "Take off your shirt." I hesitated for a second, then I pulled my shirt up over my head. Tom said, "Put your shirt down on the couch and undo your pants." I tossed my shirt down on the couch, then fumbled with my belt. I was so excited and nervous about be naked in front of Tom that I couldn't undo my belt. Tom knelt down in front of me and said, "Here, let me do that for you." I put my hands down by my side and Tom quickly undid my buckle, then he unbuttoned the top button and unzipped my pants. Tom leaned down further and told me to lift up my foot. Tom pulled off one shoe, then the other. He pulled down my socks and pulled them off, then he straightened up a little, grabbed the waistband of my pants and pulled them down to my knees. I looked down and could see my dick tenting out the front of my underwear and I blushed. Tom put his hand on the front of my underwear and gently squeezed my dick through my underwear and said, "There, I'll bet that feels better, not being all cooped up inside your pants." The feel of his hand on my dick felt heavenly and in the back of my mind I began to think that being gay wouldn't be so bad if it meant that I could feel this good by being naked with another guy. Especially if the guy was as nice to me as Tom was. Tom pulled my pants down to my ankles, then had me lift up my feet one at a time as he slid my pants off my feet. Tom tossed my pants on the couch, then he looked up at me, grabbed the waistband of my underwear and said, "I going to take your underwear off, too. You want me to, don't you?" I blushed, then nodded my head bashfully, so Tom slowly pulled my underwear down. I stepped out of them and Tom threw them on top of my pants. I saw Tom look at my dick and I was embarrassed because even though it was hard, it was still so small and I didn't have any pubic hair like he did. Tom put his hands on the back of my knees and slowly rubbed his hands up and down the back of my legs a few times. It felt so good to have him touch me like that. I shivered involuntarily as Tom rubbed up higher and gently grabbed the cheeks of my butt in his hands. He gently massaged my cheeks for awhile and I thought I was in heaven. It felt so good to have his hands on my body. I felt my dick throb a few times and when I looked down, I could see a clear liquid slowly oozing out of the slit in the head of my dick. I didn't know what it was, but Tom moaned as he looked at it, then he looked up at me and said, "Are you ready for the next step?" I wasn't sure what he meant, but I was feeling so good that I trusted Tom completely and I knew that he knew exactly what to do next. I looked down at Tom and nodded my head, then Tom leaned forward, opened his lips and pushed his mouth all the way down on my dick. I stepped back in shock as my dick popped out of Tom's mouth and I looked down at him in bewilderment. Tom looked up at me tenderly and said, "Please, let me do this for you. I really want to do it." I wasn't sure what was happening, but when his mouth first touched my dick, it felt like lightening shot through my entire body. Tom had such a look of affection on his face, that I stepped forward and Tom once again engulfed my dick with his mouth. He closed his lips around my dick and slowly began to move his mouth up and down on my dick. It felt like every nerve ending in my body was tingling. Tom lovingly caressed my butt-cheeks as he continued to suck up and down on my dick. As Tom continued to suck on my dick, I felt a strange tingling in my balls that I had never felt before. Tom quickened the movement of his mouth on my dick until I closed my eyes and began to moan in ecstasy. A few moments later, I felt my dick pulse a few times as my balls pulled up within my scrotum, then my dick throbbed and I could feel fluid squirting out of the end of my dick into Tom's mouth. I opened my eyes in surprize as my body convulsed and my dick pulsed over and over again. I looked down and Tom closed his lips tightly around my dick, then pulled off to the top of my dick, opened his mouth, went back down on my dick, closed his mouth and pulled off again. It was like he was milking my dick to get all the fluid out of it. My dick finally stopped pulsing and Tom closed his lips over my dick and went up and down slowly for a few seconds. My dick tingled so much that I couldn't take it, so I pulled my dick out of Tom's mouth. I looked down at my dick and saw the clear fluid oozing out of my dick. Tom leaned forward and flicked the fluid off my dick with the tip of his tongue, then looked up at me. I looked down at him in awe. I couldn't believe what had just happened to me. Tom smiled up at me longingly and said, "Well, how did you like getting your first blow-job?" I was stunned that Tom could be so casual about what he had just done and he didn't seem to be upset that my dick had squirted all that fluid into his mouth. Tom smacked his lips and said, "I know I loved giving you your first blow-job. Your sperm tastes delicious." All of a sudden a light went on in my head and all that stuff they talked about in health class finally made sense. I had just had my first ejaculation. I looked down at Tom and said, "It w-w-was w-w-wonderful." Tom tenderly rubbed my butt as we stared at each other, then Tom said, "Well, I think it's time for you to go home." I said, "Does it mean that I'm gay because I enjoyed what you did?" Tom smiled and said, "Well, it could mean that you may have some homosexual tendencies, but to really be sure, you should come over tomorrow and we'll do some other things that will give us a better idea of what your sexual orientation is." Tom reached over and grabbed my underwear. He held them out for me, so I stepped into them and he pulled them up to my waist. He put my socks on my feet, then grabbed my pants and helped me put them on. He zipped up my pants and buckled my belt, then he said, "Put your shirt on." I grabbed my shirt and pulled it over my head as Tom stood up. I looked down and saw that his dick was still hard and wondered how long it would stay that way. Tom stood up and gave me a big hug as his dick poked into my stomach, then he released me and said, "If you want to, you can come over tomorrow and we'll experiment some more." The casual way that Tom talked about it made it almost sound like a science project. Tom wasn't self-conscious about being nude as he walked me to the door. Just before I opened the door, Tom put his hand on my shoulder, so I turned and looked at him. He had a warm smile on his face and he said, "I really liked what we did today, so when you get home and think about it, I want you to know that I really enjoyed sucking your dick. Your sperm tasted very good and I wouldn't mind doing it again." I smiled nervously up at Tom and felt closer to him than anyone else in my life. I felt so comfortable around him and I wasn't even disturbed by what had happened. The next day, I went over to Tom's house and knocked on the door. Tom came to the door, smiled and let me in. We talked for awhile about school and stuff, then Tom said, "Did you want to do another experiment?" I blushed a little and said, "Will it be like yesterday?" Tom said, "Some of it will be new, but I want us to take our clothes off, because I want to suck your dick again." I blushed again, then nodded my head slightly and Tom started taking his clothes off. I took my clothes off too and when we were naked, Tom told me to set down on the edge of the couch. I sat down and Tom knelt between my legs. He pulled my butt closer to the edge of the couch, then he lifted my legs up, leaned forward and sucked my balls into his mouth. Tom sucked gently on my balls and lightly rolled them around in his mouth until I began moaning, then he clasped his lips tightly around my balls and pulled away from my body. He was looking into my eyes as he pulled away until it started hurting a little and I grimaced, so Tom opened his mouth and my balls popped out of his mouth. Tom leaned down again, but this time he nuzzled my balls as he licked his tongue around underneath them. He moved lower until I could feel the tip of his tongue touch my puckered butt-hole. I jumped slightly, but Tom kept licking around my butt-hole. He poked the tip of his tongue into my butt-hole a few times until I moaned. I couldn't believe that it would feel as good as it did. Tom continued to lick at my butt-hole until I involuntarily began to move my hips and realized that I was actually trying to get Tom's tongue deeper into my butt-hole. Tom licked and pushed at my butt-hole until I was squirming in ecstasy, then he pulled his tongue off my butt, spit on it and slowly pushed his finger into me. He sat up a little and sucked my stiff little dick into his mouth. He sucked up and down my dick as he pushed his finger farther into my butt-hole. Tom pushed his finger all the way into me until he couldn't go any deeper, then he wiggled his finger until he hit something deep inside me and it caused me to jump and moan in pleasure. Tom began to pull his finger out of me as he sucked up and down my dick. He was pushing and pulling his finger in and out of me with the same rhythm that he was using with his mouth on my dick. With every few thrusts of his finger, he would wiggle it and touch deep inside me. Each time it would cause me to moan. Tom kept this up for the next few minutes until I felt my balls pull up within my scrotum, then my dick pulsed and I sprayed my sperm into Tom's mouth. Tom swallowed quickly and continued to suck up and down my dick until it was soft and shriveled. Tom helped me on with my clothes, then as I left, Tom said, "I'll see you tomorrow, right?" I nodded my head, then walked out the door and closed it. Over the course of the next few weeks, I would go over to Tom's house. We would take our clothes off and he would give me a blow-job. He would experiment with different ways of sucking my dick while he played with my ass and balls. The other day, I went over to his house and after we took our clothes off, I got bold and said, "When is it going to be my turn to suck your dick?" Tom smiled widely and said, "Today. I was waiting for you to ask." Tom stood in the middle of the room and said, "Get over here and suck my dick." I walked over to him and he said, "Get down on your knees." I knelt in front of him and he stepped closer to me. He grabbed the base of his dick and said, "Open your mouth." I opened my mouth and Tom pushed the head of his dick into my mouth, then he said, "Suck it." I opened my mouth wider and Tom pushed his dick deeper into my mouth. The head of his dick tapped the back of my throat and I gagged, but Tom just pushed it deeper until I felt it slowly snake down my throat. Tom continued to push his dick into my mouth as I choked and gagged until his balls slapped up against my chin. His dick was so far down my throat, that I couldn't breathe. Tom grabbed the sides of my head and began to move his hips back and forth. Just before his dick was completely out of my mouth, Tom would push his hips forward and his dick would once again slide down into my throat. I continued to gag for the first dozen or so thrusts, then Tom said, "Breathe in quickly, when I pull my dick out of your mouth, then suck it as I push it back in. You need to learn how to suck my dick, if your going to be a cock-sucking queer." The tone of Tom's voice hurt my feelings, but the feel of his dick in my mouth was wonderful, so I quickly forgot how he talked to me and concentrated on sucking his dick. Tom thrust deeply into my throat for a few minutes, then I felt Tom's dick pulse inside my mouth and I felt his sperm squirting into my mouth. Tom grabbed my head harder and rammed his dick into my mouth as he said, "Suck my dick, you cock-sucking faggot. Swallow my spunk. You'll love the taste of my sperm." I swallowed as fast as I could until Tom abruptly pulled his dick out of my mouth. Tom looked down at me and said, "I have things to do. Get dressed and let yourself out. Be here tomorrow after school, because I want you to suck my dick again." Tom picked up his clothes and walked out of the room. I was embarrassed by the way he treated me and I wanted to talk to him about it, but instead I got dressed and left. For the next few weeks, I would go over Tom's house after school. He would let me in the house, unzip his pants and have me suck his dick until he came in my mouth, then he would tell me to leave. It got to the point that Tom would let me in the house, close the door and I would suck him right there in the hallway. He would come in my mouth, then I would get up off my knees and leave. Some times, we wouldn't even say anything to one another. After the first day that I sucked his dick, Tom made no mention or showed any interest in sucking my dick. This went on for a few weeks, until one day I went over to Tom's house and he let me in. I got down on my knees as soon as he closed the door, but he said, "Get up and come into the living-room." We went into the living-room and Tom told me to sit down. After I was sitting down, Tom said, "Well, do you think you're a faggot queer, yet?" I was stunned by his crude manner and I just sat there and stared at him. Tom looked at me sternly and said, "I asked you a question." I looked up at Tom and stammered as I said, "Y-y-yes, I think I'm a f-f-faggot. I like to s-s-suck your d-d-dick and swallow your sp-sp-sperm." Tom looked down at me sternly and said, "Well, I'm not convinced. I have a few more tests. One of the tests is to have you suck someone else's dick." I looked up at Tom in shock and I was going to say something, but Tom put his hand up and said, "I already have it arranged. One of my friends is coming over tomorrow and when you get here, I want you to suck his dick. Do you understand?" I nodded my head, so Tom said, "Good, now get over here and suck my dick." All next day in school, I couldn't concentrate. One of the older boys noticed it and made fun of me. He said, "He's probably thinking about the dick he's going to suck, when he goes home today." He was standing around a group of other kids and when I blushed, they all started laughing at me. I wasn't sure if I would be able to suck the dick of a complete stranger, but Tom said it was another test to see if I was gay. When I got home, I went over to Tom's house and rang the doorbell. Tom called out and said the door was open. I walked in and Tom was standing naked in the middle of the living-room. I walked in and Tom said, "Don't speak, just take your clothes off." I took my clothes off, then Tom told me to get on my knees and suck his dick. I got on my knees and started sucking his dick, when he called out, "Okay, come on in." Tom grabbed my head, so I couldn't take my mouth off his dick, but I turned my head a little and saw someone walk into the room out of the corner of my eye. When the person was standing next to Tom, Tom said, "Close your eyes and open your mouth." I did what Tom said and he pulled his dick out of my mouth. Before I knew it, the other guy had stuck his dick into my mouth and Tom said, "Suck his dick and don't open your eyes until he comes in your mouth." I started sucking the guy's dick and realized that, even though I was a little uncomfortable sucking a strange dick, I still liked the feel of it in my mouth and I was soon sucking it deeply into my mouth in an effort to get him to come in my mouth. I sucked him for a few minutes, when he tensed his legs and his sperm squirted into my mouth. I swallowed all his sperm, then Tom told me to open my eyes. I opened my eyes and nearly died of embarrassment. The guy I just sucked off was the older kid at school that had made fun of me today. Tom said, "Ryan, I want you to meet my cousin, Chad. I blushed profusely as Chad said, "You've been thinking about sucking another dick besides Tom's all day at school today, but I'll bet you never thought it would be mine." I blushed again, then Tom said, "Well, did you pass the test?" I looked at Tom with a confused look on my face, so he said, "If you liked sucking his dick, then I'm almost sure that you're a queer. So tell me, yes or no, did you like sucking Chad's dick?" I was terribly embarrassed, but I did enjoy sucking Chad's dick, even though it wasn't as big as Tom's and only had a little bit of pubic hair on it, so I said, "Y-y-yes." Tom smiled and said, "Good, because Chad is coming to live with me and you're going to suck his dick every day along with mine. Not only that. but if Chad has a friend over after school, you're going to suck that kid, too. Do you understand?" I looked at Chad's dick as it softened and nodded my head. Tom said, "Well, one last test and we'll know for sure that you're a queer. We'll do that tomorrow. Get dressed. You can go home now." I got dressed and left. All that night, I wondered what the final test was. I was afraid, but I was also terribly excited. The next day at school, Chad was with his friends. When I walked by, they all got quiet and I was sure that Chad told them about me sucking his dick. Later that day, I went over to Tom's house. He let me in and said, "Get undressed, go in the living-room and lay down on the couch." I did as he told me to and waited for him to come in. Chad came in the room instead and said, "Lift up your legs so I can see your ass hole." I lifted my legs and held them up, while Chad got undressed. He walked over to the couch, licked his finger and pushed it into my butt-hole. He pushed in and out of my butt, until I began to moan. I closed my eyes and began pushing my butt against his finger. It felt so good that I closed my eyes. Chad pulled his finger out of my butt, so I opened my eyes and saw Chad climbing between my legs. He laid down on me, grabbed his dick and pushed the head of it into my butt-hole. It hurt a little at first, but after he stroked in and out a couple of times, it began to feel real good. Chad moved his dick in and out of my ass for a few minutes until I felt like I was going to come. A few seconds later, I heard Chad moan, stiffen his legs, then he squirted his sperm into my butt. When the first squirt hit the inside of my butt, I felt my own dick pulse and I sprayed my sperm all over my chest. Chad continued to pump his dick inside my butt until his sperm stopped squirting inside me, then he collapsed on my chest. As I laid there with Chad on top of me, Tom walked in and said, "Well, did you come when Chad fucked your ass?" I blushed and nodded my head, so Tom said, "Well, that settles it. You're a queer." I thought I would be upset, but instead I was happy that I finally knew. Tom walked over to the couch, so I leaned up and sucked his dick into my mouth. Chad recovered from his climax and raised his head. He leaned over and sucked one of Tom's balls into his mouth and sucked on it while I sucked Tom's dick. I looked up at Tom and he said, "Yeah, he's a queer, too." I relaxed a little and realized that it would be fun having Chad living next door with Tom. Chad became my friend and he no longer teased me at school. He brought over each one of his friends and I sucked their dicks. I was fucked in the butt by each one of them, too. For my thirteenth birthday, Tom fucked my ass with his mammoth dick. I loved it and now I get fucked by Tom on a daily basis. Tom has introduced me to some of his adult friends and he told me that they all love my tight little ass. THE END