Chapter 3

I went home that night worried that by morning I'd have no friends. Sure, James and William had been impressed, but that wasn't hard to do with two shallow people like them. They had, after all, followed me around all summer.

But I wasn't sure how the other students would react. However, I didn't need to worry. The phone rang all night. My uncle kept shouting that I was tying up the phone. I'd been here for weeks, and not once had anyone called him.

Everyone wanted the story on my parents By the time I went to bed, I had a father who was a hit man for the Mafia. He had supposedly killed nine people one time in a shootout. My mother was his accomplice. She had killed at least three people herself. I didn't volunteer any of this information. I just didn't dispute it when they'd ask me something bizarre.

When I entered the school the next day, I was treated like a celebrity. I was the son of a gangster. I had even adopted a kind of New Jersey accent to make it seem all the more real. Kids moved away from me in awe when I walked down the hall. I guess they were afraid I was going to pull out a machine gun and start spraying the hall with bullets.

I tried to intimidate Bobby for putting up the posters, but that dumbass principal kept watching every move I was making. One time I 'accidentally' bumped into him in the hall and she took me into her office. She told me if I messed with him or Mark again, she'd see that I was expelled from school for sexual harassment. What was that all about? Mark had been the one who had attacked me. Why was she now on my case?

My newfound celebrity status gave me many rewards. Even teachers showed a renewed respect for me. I guess they were afraid my father would send out a hit man if they gave me a bad grade.

Girls approached me in the hall and literally asked me to sleep with them. One girl even told me she wanted to have my baby. I guess she thought her child would be heir to a fortune. Several guys asked me to have sex with them. I did a number of quickies in the restroom between classes. Teachers never said anything to me when I'd show up late for class.

Mark returned later that week to school Bobby was always beside him. I was surprised when I entered the cafeteria on Friday and saw Richard sitting with them. He had been ignoring me for several weeks, but now he had joined the enemy. I couldn't believe it. I started over to say something to him, but Dr. Johnson stepped in front of me and gave me an angry look. I wish my father was a gangster. I'd certainly put out a hit on that ♥♥♥♥♥.

I went to the mall on Saturday night with some of my friends. We went to the food court and then headed off to a movie. While we were standing in line, I saw a really cute boy. Have you ever seen someone and really wished you knew them? It was as if your whole world stopped, and you were totally drawn to that person. That is how I felt when I saw this guy.

He didn't go to our school, or I would have noticed him before. I felt I really had to know him. He was with a couple of other guys. I thought it was strange, because with his looks, he should have been with a girl.

"Ryan!" William yelled. The cute boy looked over at my friend, as he rushed over to him and gave him a hug. William actually knew this boy! I stood stunned as he took his arm and led him over to us. I couldn't stop looking at the dark, brown eyes and curly eyelashes. This guy was definitely hot.

"Ryan," William brought him over to me, "I want you to meet my good friend, Scott. His dad is a gangster," he said admiringly. Ryan stood and looked into my eyes. It was as if we were locked into a stare and neither of us was willing to break it.

"Uh, guys," William giggled. "Enough already. Get a room." Both of us started blushing.

"Ryan is my cousin," he explained. "He lives in Riverside."

William invited Ryan to join us for the movie. Ryan sat beside me when we took our seats. William was on my other side. About ten minutes into the movie, William reached over and started stroking my ♥♥♥♥ through my jeans. I couldn't believe he was doing it in front of his cousin.

Ryan looked down and saw William's hand. I started to push his hand away, but Ryan leaned over and whispered, "No, don't." I could tell by his shaky voice that he was getting excited.

William unbuckled my pants and then unzipped them. I was wearing boxers, so he snaked his hand in and pulled out my erect ♥♥♥♥. I heard Ryan gasp when he saw it. William began stroking me, as I watched Ryan's mesmerized eyes. He soon reached over and placed his hand over William's. William pulled his hand away and Ryan began to stroke me.

I couldn't believe it. This extremely cute guy sitting next to me was gay. It seemed like all my dreams had finally come true. I reached over and placed my hand in his lap. He was hard as a brick. His ♥♥♥♥ was begging to be set free. I placed my hand on the top of his shorts and he sucked his stomach in, letting my hand snake into his pants.

He was already wet with precum. He also had a very large ♥♥♥♥. I positioned it upward and it appeared out of the top of his shorts. We looked into each other's eyes as we continued to stroke each other. I heard William make an angry huffing noise. It was obvious he was jealous. We'd been playing around for months, and now his cousin had stepped in and gained my attention.

Since he had introduced me to his cousin, I guess I owed him a favor. I reached over and began feeling his hard ♥♥♥♥. He readily opened his shorts and let his ♥♥♥♥ out for me to get a better grasp Knowing he would ♥♥♥ quickly, I stroked him rapidly a few times. I heard him moan softly, as I felt his warm ♥♥♥ begin to flood onto my hand. He took some tissue from his pocket and wiped himself off. He gave me another one to wipe my hand.

When he finished, he whispered, "Thanks." Then he got up and headed for the exit. I guess he was going to the restroom.

"He never could hold it long," Ryan giggled. I continued stroking him, only more rapidly. I figured he wanted to ♥♥♥ also.

"Let's wait," he whispered. "You want to go home with me tonight?"

"I'll have to call my uncle," I told him. I knew it wouldn't be a problem. Uncle Roger usually didn't care what I did as long as I didn't bring the police to his house.

William returned from the restroom a few minutes before the movie ended. As we were walking out, Ryan suggested that I call my uncle before his mother arrived to take him home. I had come with William, and his dad was probably already outside waiting on us.

William begged Ryan to let him go with us, but Ryan refused. William became angry and then began to pout. He knew we were probably going to Ryan's house for some fun, and he didn't want to be left out. Ryan kept insisting that we weren't going to do anything; however, William knew better.

When we left the theater, William went and got in his dad's car. He slammed the door as he angrily looked out his window at us. Ryan shrugged his shoulders and led me to his mom's car. We rode about twenty minutes to Riverside. It was my first time to visit the small town. It only had one stop light in the whole town. I also noticed an ice cream parlor. It was still open and I was hoping we'd stop for some.

"Mom," shouted Ryan. "Pull over." He grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the car.

"See you at home," he told his mother as he closed the door. She gave him a nod and pulled off.

"You'll love this place," he smiled. "It has the best ice cream."

We went inside and ordered our ice cream in waffle cones. I had rocky road and Ryan ordered cherry vanilla. We then went outside and sat at one of the umbrella tables. The ice cream was delicious.

I looked over at Ryan and he was licking his cone seductively. He kept looking into my eyes and smiling. My ♥♥♥♥ began to harden in my pants as I watched him. He was really turning me on. When I reached down and rearranged myself, Ryan started giggling.

"How's the ice cream?" he asked, as he licked the cone. "Is it hard enough?"

"Mmmmmm," I moaned as I licked seductively around my cone, "It's really hard."

We both started laughing. We continued to talk and play sexually with the ice cream. After about a half hour we headed toward his house. He said he lived about three blocks away. After we had left the bright lights of the ice cream parlor, Ryan reached down and held my hand as we walked. It worried me at first that someone might see us, but it didn't seem to bother him. After a few minutes, I relaxed and enjoyed the togetherness we were sharing. I had never felt like this before.

We reached his house and entered. He introduced me to his father. Ryan looked remarkably like him. He was an exceptionally attractive man; that is, for someone as old as he was. He had to be at least thirty-five.

After stopping by the kitchen for a snack, we went upstairs to his bedroom. He turned on the light and locked the door behind us. Once inside, he grabbed my hand and pulled me over to the bed and pushed me onto my back. He then straddled me.

"I've wanted you all night," he murmured as he began planting kisses all over my face.

"Mmmm," I purred, "me too." I began to kiss him deeply. He started to squirm on top of me. Both of us were hard and throbbing.

He pulled my shirt over my head and began to nibble at my nipples. I was thrashing around on the bed. He giggled, knowing he was exciting me. He then pulled his shirt off. I rubbed his hairless chest and felt his velvety skin.

He suddenly jumped off the bed and started to undress while I lay back and watched. He was absolutely beautiful. The more he took off, the more excited I got. He stripped to his yellow bikini underwear. There was a small patch of precum that had formed. His ♥♥♥♥ was straining to get out.

He seductively grabbed the side of his underwear and began to pull them down. Before he exposed his ♥♥♥♥, he quickly turned around and pulled them down over his ass, showing me a perfect bubble butt. Instinctively, I reached down and started rubbing my erection.

He bent over as he removed his bikinis. I could see his hole, pink and hairless. He turned and his hard ♥♥♥♥ protruded nicely out from his body. He took hold of it and stroked it a couple of times as he walked over to me. I leaned up and pulled him by his legs until his ♥♥♥♥ was facing me.

Quickly, I sucked it into my mouth. He moaned as he rammed it into the back of my throat. He pumped it into me several times before he stopped.

"Not yet," he whispered breathlessly as he climbed back onto the bed and straddled me once again. He unbuckled my pants and pulled down the zipper. He reached in and grabbed my steel hard ♥♥♥♥ and started stroking it.

"Nice," he smiled. "I can't wait for you to ♥♥♥♥ me."

He pulled my pants and underwear off and threw them on the floor. Then he sat back and leaned in and took my ♥♥♥♥ in his mouth. I closed my eyes and reveled in the immense feeling he was giving me. It was obvious he had probably pleasured a few boys this way. I'm sure he and William had done this a few times.

Suddenly, he leaned forward and started kissing me once again. He took my shoulders and rolled me over on top of him. I began rubbing our ♥♥♥♥♥ together. We were both hard, and I was afraid I was going to ♥♥♥ too quickly. He reached down between us and grabbed my ♥♥♥♥ and started stroking me.

"Don't," I said breathlessly. "I'm going to ♥♥♥ if you keep that up."

"Good," I heard him say, as he continued to rapidly stroke me. Suddenly, I felt my balls begin to tighten as I shot load after load into his hand and onto his stomach. He giggled and rolled around on top of me smearing the sticky mess between us.

"I didn't want to ♥♥♥ yet," I said dejectedly. "I thought you wanted me to ♥♥♥♥ you?"

"I do," He smiled. "We have all night. Now we can do it right and you won't have to ♥♥♥ so fast." Talk about experience. He knew if he made me ♥♥♥ now, my next one would take longer.

"Let's go get in the shower." He jumped from the bed and grabbed my hand, leading me into the adjoining bathroom. We showered slowly, making out as we washed each other's body completely. He insisted that I clean his ass. He didn't object as I inserted my finger in him as he held me tightly, moaning into my shoulder.

"I can't wait any longer," he said excitedly, pulling me back into the bedroom and onto the bed. He lay on his back and raised his legs, bringing them to his shoulders and wrapping his arms around his knees.

"Lick me," he ordered. I knelt on my knees and started licking around his ass. He was moaning his approval.

"Now, rim me," he moaned. I inserted my tongue into his ass as he squirmed around on the bed. We did this for several more minutes until he told me to stop.

"Open the first drawer of my night stand," he said. "Now get a condom and the lube."

I giggled when I noticed that all the condoms were a different color. I held up three- a yellow one, blue one and a red one. He pointed to the red one. I opened it up and began to pull it over my ♥♥♥♥ as he watched intently. He pulled his legs back again and I poured some lube on my finger and inserted it in his ass. He hissed as he pushed back, wanting more. I poured some more lube in my hand and rubbed it on my ♥♥♥♥.

"Ready?" I asked excitedly. I couldn't wait. Ryan was hot and extremely willing. Of all the boys I'd ever had sex with, no one had been as sexual as he was. He was taking me to a level of sex I had never before experienced.

"Yes," he said as he wrapped his arms around his knees. I placed a pillow under his hips so he would be easier to penetrate. I knew I wouldn't have to go slow with Ryan. It was obvious he was no virgin to anal sex.

I aligned my ♥♥♥♥ to his pink hole and pushed forward. My ♥♥♥♥ sunk in quickly, and within seconds I was entirely in him. He moaned and began pushing back.

"♥♥♥♥ me, Scottie," he moaned. He didn't have to ask twice. With an urgency I'd never felt before, I began to ♥♥♥♥ him. I pushed his legs back, exposing his ass as my ♥♥♥♥ rapidly moved in and out of him.

He had his head thrown back and was purring like a kitten. For someone so young, it was obviously he loved to be ♥♥♥♥♥♥ This turned me on even more; knowing I didn't have to be careful not to hurt him.

"Deeper, Scottie." He pulled his legs back further, allowing me to penetrate him another inch.

"Yes!" he shouted.

I continued to ♥♥♥♥ Ryan for several more minutes as he moaned under me. I could feel myself getting ready to explode He grabbed his ♥♥♥♥ and began stroking himself. Within a minute he began to shoot ♥♥♥ out all over his stomach.

When he did, I could feel his ass muscles tighten as he was ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥. It was enough to send me over the edge. I began to unload my ♥♥♥ into the condom. He continued contracting his ass, milking me dry. I collapsed onto his chest. We both lay there with our chests heaving against one another. A few times we managed to kiss each other.

"That was fantastic," Ryan finally said. "Damn. I've never been ♥♥♥♥♥♥ like that before." I looked into his smiling face.

"Really?" I asked incredulously.

"Yeah, really," he insisted. We then continued to kiss. After several minutes, I rolled over and lay on my back. He grabbed my shriveled ♥♥♥♥ and held it gently.

"I gotta have this again," he said as he caressed it in his palm.

"Anytime." I kissed him tenderly. "Anytime you want it."

He lay on his side and threw his arm around me. We kissed and then fell asleep. When I awoke in the morning, he was still wrapped around me. I felt I could awaken every morning like that.

After breakfast his mother drove me home. She kept looking at us suspiciously. I had a feeling she knew what we'd done the night before. We hadn't exactly been very quiet in our lovemaking. I'm sure she and Ryan's dad had heard us.

Ryan had given me his cell phone number and email address. We had agreed to meet the next weekend. His mother was going to pick me up and we were going to the mall to see another movie. Then I was going to spend another night with him. I couldn't wait.

Things at school were getting strange. Richard had become close friends with Mark and Bobby. He was sitting at the table eating lunch with them. A few times I tried to talk to him, but he'd walk away when he saw me approaching. I didn't have any interest in having sex with him. Besides, I now had Ryan.

Something else happened that I didn't understand. Randall Thompson, one of our school's most popular students, started hanging around Ryan, Mark and Bobby. Randall was a star basketball player. I could understand him hanging with Richard, but Mark and Bobby? They didn't have anything in common with him.

Randall was also protecting Mark in gym Anytime I'd try to do something to him, Randall would retaliate. Once he grabbed me and told me to leave Mark alone. On the way to the locker room, I asked Mark if he had hired Randall as a body guard.

It was becoming harder to do anything to Mark and Bobby. It seemed like everyone was protecting them. If Dr. Johnson wasn't watching me, then Randall was. He'd even stare at me when we were sitting in the cafeteria. A few times he flipped me off. Things were definitely not going as I had expected.

I also had a feeling they were planning to do something. They had already plastered pictures all over the school with my parents' prison pictures. It was hard to tell what they were capable of doing. I just had a feeling they were watching me, expecting me to mess up.

I really ♥♥♥♥♥♥ up one Saturday night a couple of weeks later. Ryan and I had been emailing each other all week. We were going to attend a movie. When we got there, Mark and Bobby were at the theater also. I tried to act like I didn't know them. I was with Ryan, and nothing was going to spoil the evening.

I don't even know what we went to see. All week long we'd chatted about me giving Ryan a blowjob during the movie. I had been looking forward to it. About thirty minutes into the movie I reached over and started stroking Ryan's ♥♥♥♥. He pulled it out. After looking around, I leaned in and took it in my mouth. He held the back of my head while I sucked him. After about five minutes he came in my mouth. I sat up and looked around as he put his ♥♥♥♥ back into his pants.

Ten minutes later, I noticed Bobby head to the lobby by himself. I figured he was going to use the restroom. I can't explain it. Maybe I was horny because I had just had sex with Ryan and I hadn't yet gotten off. As I watched Bobby's ass as he left, an enormous urge swept over me. I wanted to ♥♥♥♥ him. I had always wanted to ♥♥♥♥ him. He was so vulnerable He was so much like me just a few years ago.

I told Ryan I'd be right back as I got up and followed Bobby into the men's room. He was standing at the urinal pissing when I walked in. I waited until he finished. Before he could zip his pants back up, I grabbed him and pulled him into a stall. He was screaming and struggling as I unbuckled his pants and pulled them to his ankles.

Finally, his ass was exposed. He tried to fight me off, but I was able to hold him still as I directed my large, stiff ♥♥♥♥ toward his narrow ass.

Suddenly, someone grabbed me and threw me out of the stall. Since my pants were down around my knees, I lost my balance and fell to the floor. I looked up and saw Mark's angry face just before he kicked me in my side. The pain was excruciating. Flashbacks of my dad beating me filled my mind as he continued kicking me.

The men's room door swung open and Ryan walked in and looked down at me.

"What the ♥♥♥♥'s going on in here?" he shouted as he headed over to me.

"Ask your boyfriend what happened." Mark said as he kicked me one last time. He walked over and helped Bobby pull his pants back up and they left.

Ryan knelt down beside me as I writhed on the ground in absolute pain. He looked into my eyes and then stood up.

"Did you try to rape that boy?" he asked angrily.

I couldn't even respond. I was so ashamed of what I had done. I couldn't explain what had happened. Ryan and I could have had a good future together, but now I had ruined that.

"♥♥♥♥♥♥." His words were filled with venom. I knew he hated me. I heard the door open and close. I lay in pain with tears running down my face. Again, my world was crashing down around me. I should be used to it by now, but it still hurt. Hurt like hell.

I don't know what happened to me in that bathroom. Suddenly, I felt empowered. For so many years I had been the whipping boy and brunt of so many jokes. When I saw the frightened look on Mark's face as he ran from the bathroom, I felt like a new person.

I had control over someone's life. It was like I was the hunter and he was the prey. I knew something about him that he'd probably never told anyone else. This was going to be fun. I could now make someone fear me

When I went into the kitchen, my uncle was downing another beer. He'd been drinking all morning. I think he was now on his fourth one.

"What happened to Mark?" he asked. "He went running out of here like a scared rabbit."

"Did you know he was queer?" I asked my uncle with a smile on my face. This was great. Never would my uncle suspect I was, if I told him about another boy. My secret could finally be safe.

"What the ♥♥♥♥ did you say?" My uncle's face reddened.

"Yeah," I tried to sound upset. I think I was even trying to squeeze a tear out. "He tried to grab me in the bathroom."

It was fantastic. My uncle ranted and raved the rest of the afternoon. He called Mark's house several times. Finally, I heard him talking to his mother. He was pissed. He was accusing Mark of practically raping me. I should have felt guilty, but I didn't. He was a ♥♥♥, so he did deserve it, didn't he?

I was convinced that the only way to prevent being picked on and abused by others was to be the attacker. Mark had made it easy for me. Seeing the fright in his eyes that morning made me realize that I could have power over others. For the first time in my life, I could control the forces around me.

I was able to put it to the test a few days later, when I was out in the yard and saw a very small boy coming down the street on a bike. At first I was going to ignore him, because I thought he was much younger than me; but as he approached, I could tell he was about my age. He looked like a geek, though. He was wearing a white shirt, black pants and black shoes. He was cute, but his small stature kept him from being appealing.

He cautiously approached me on his bike After appraising me for a minute, he decided to speak.

"Hi," he said with a boyish smile. "You new around here?"

"Yeah." I extended my hand and shook his frail hand. "My name is Scott."

"Bobby," he responded as he stared into my eyes. I could tell by the way he was looking at me that he found me attractive. With so many people having commented on my looks over the years, I had developed a 'feel' for those who were more than just friendly. Bobby was definitely interested.

"Wanna play some ball?" I asked, throwing him the basketball. He looked at me and frowned.

"I'm not very athletic," he admitted timidly. He awkwardly threw the ball back.

"Well, then. Let's go inside and play a video game," I offered. "Can you play Grand Theft Auto?"

"Enough to beat you," he grinned. I was going to have fun with this kid. He seemed to be a really easy mark.

"We'll see," I replied with a smirk. I led him inside to the living room. Since I didn't have a computer, we played on the television. No one was home. My aunt and uncle had left to go to work. I was told not to have anyone in the house while they were gone; but they weren't here to know, right?

We played for about a half hour. He was pretty good. In fact, he was killing me. I had been a good player in Phoenix, but I was no match for him. It was obvious he had been practicing a lot.

"I'm tired," I said, putting down the control. I leaned back on the couch. I made sure that my shorts were tight and that my ♥♥♥♥ could be seen through the material. Bobby looked down and his eyes widened as he saw it protruding out.

"I better go," he said hoarsely. He started to get up, but I grabbed his small arm and pushed him down on the couch.

"Hey," I said angrily, "not so fast. Things are just getting good." He fought to get up, but I held him down.

"I know you're a ♥♥♥," I said. "I saw how you wanted this." I pushed against my ♥♥♥♥, which by now had hardened considerably. He continued to struggle, but his eyes never left my shorts.

"Please let me go," he pleaded. "I'm not like that."

"Sure you are," I said. "I want you to do me a favor."

He started to cry as I opened my shorts and reached in and pulled out my ♥♥♥♥. I was excited. I was actually going to make someone else do what years ago I had done. I pulled his head toward my lap as he resisted.

"Listen, ♥♥♥!" I shouted. "If you don't do this I'm going to tell everyone you're a ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥. So you might as well do it."

He continued to resist, but I kept pushing his head into my lap until he had his mouth against the head. His lips were pursed tightly.

"Open your mouth ♥♥♥," I insisted. "And don't bite me." He refused, so I pinched his nose. He gasped, opening his mouth. I slipped my head in and he began to gag.

"Yeah, suck it," I moaned. He was shaking with fear. I can't begin to explain the feeling of power I had. I was actually making someone suck me.

He continued whimpering as I shoved more of my ♥♥♥♥ into his mouth. He would try to raise his head, but I held him tightly in place. I continued ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ his mouth. I soon felt myself getting ready to ♥♥♥.

"Oh, yeah," I moaned. "That feels so good." My ♥♥♥♥ erupted in his mouth. He gagged and desperately pulled his head up and looked at me wild eyed. Tears were staining his cheeks. I should have felt guilty, but I didn't. I felt, I don't know, proud. I had actually been able to have complete control over someone. It was probably the same feeling my father had when he used to whip me.

Suddenly, he jumped up and stared at me I saw fear in his eyes. Tears flowed down his face as he wiped off his mouth with his sleeve and then ran to the door. He looked disgustedly at me before finally running out onto the lawn, getting on his bike and riding away. I laughed as I saw him racing down the street. I went back inside and took a shower, where I masturbated thinking about what had just happened.

Before I went to bed that night, I called his home. He had given me his number earlier so we could get together and play video games again. His father answered when I called. I told him that Bobby had made a pass at me and had asked to suck my ♥♥♥♥. I was kind of disappointed that his father didn't sound upset. He simply told me thank you, and then he hung up.

What father acts that way when he's just been told his son is a disgusting ♥♥♥♥♥♥? He's supposed to rant and rave, right? Isn't he supposed to go into his room and beat him? He's not supposed to just say, 'thank you for calling.' What kind of a father is he, anyways?

I was going to tell my uncle what happened, but then I thought he might wonder why all these boys were coming on to me in just a few days. He might begin to become suspicious that perhaps I was encouraging them, so I kept my mouth shut. Anyways, he was still raging about that Mark kid.

The next day I was out in the driveway shooting baskets when I saw Mark heading down the street. I remembered how he had wanted me, so I thought I'd give it another shot. I disappeared into the garage and dropped my shorts, giving him a nice look at my hard ♥♥♥♥. He took one look and tore off down the street. Here I was going to help the queer out and give him some ♥♥♥♥, and he just high tails it away.

Some guys really have a lot of balls. Can you believe that Bobby came by a few days later and was going to tell my Uncle Roger that I had made him suck my ♥♥♥♥! He's really got some nerve. First, he stares at me and wants it. Then when I give it to him, he goes home crying. Now he wants to make it sound like I raped him.

After hitting him in the stomach and then pushing him into the bushes, I was finally able to convince him that telling my uncle wouldn't really be in his best interest. Just as I was doing this, Mark came by on his bike. He looked like he wanted to say something. I was really hoping he'd get off his bike. I was going to kick his ass good. I was still mad because he hadn't given me a blowjob, when I knew he really wanted it.

He rode on down the road and turned the corner. After Bobby dug himself out of the bushes, he hightailed it down the street, crying as usual. He was too easy a prey. He was so weak; it almost wasn't fun picking on him. However, I had been weak and my father had delighted in whipping my ass.

I made a few friends during the summer. Being new in town, I guess guys were intrigued by me. I was also an asset because I was a chick magnet for the girls. Guys knew that wherever I went, there was always a bevy of girls following me around. The guys I didn't mind too much, but the girls I could have done without. But I knew without the girls, the guys might just start picking on me. I had an image to uphold.

I kissed a few of the girls, just to make it look good. Most of the time I'd ignore them and they'd hook up with one of my friends. One of the guys I let get close to me was a boy named Richard. He was really cute, and he wasn't like the other boys. Like me, he really didn't get into the girls. With his looks, he could have had all the girls he wanted. Instead, he'd follow me around wherever I went.

Richard invited me to spend the night at his house about two weeks after I arrived. We played video games and shot basketball most of the evening. Around midnight I was starting to get tired, so I asked if I could take a shower before going to bed.

He got me a towel while I undressed. I was standing naked with my back to the door when I heard him let out a gasp. I turned around and he was staring at my ♥♥♥♥. This time I felt different, though. Instead of humiliating him like I had with Mark and Bobby, I felt an attraction to him. I walked over slowly and took the towel from his hand and crossed the hall to the bathroom. I could feel his eyes boring into my bare ass.

When I returned, he was sitting at his computer playing a video game. He looked over at me and blushed. He looked really cute. It was obvious he'd never played this game before and he didn't know what to do. As he sat staring at me, I dropped the towel. His eyes widened. I walked over and stood beside him, stroking my growing ♥♥♥♥. He couldn't take his eyes off it. I noticed that his ♥♥♥♥ was hardening through his shorts.

I approached him with my ♥♥♥♥ in my hand.

"Take it," I said softly as I reached for his hand and placed it around my ♥♥♥♥. "It won't bite."

He cautiously began to stroke it, looking into my face for approval. I smiled down at him to give him courage to continue. After a minute, he leaned forward and took it in his mouth. I let out a moan when I felt him wrap his lips around me.

He continued to slowly suck me. It was obvious he wasn't very experienced. He scrapped me with his teeth several times. After he sucked me for a while, I took his hand and headed to his bed.

"Come on," I said softly. "We'll be more comfortable here." I led him to the bed and lay him down. I then lay down beside him and started stroking my ♥♥♥♥ to get it hard once again.

"Suck it," I told him. He leaned in and began to suck me. He was trying to pleasure me, but I didn't want to come too quickly. This was my first time in bed with a boy since I was with Jimmy when I was twelve. I wanted to enjoy the experience.

Hungry to feel a ♥♥♥♥ in my mouth once again, I moved around and we got in a 69 position. He let out a moan when I took his hard ♥♥♥♥ in my mouth. I loved the feeling. We continued to thrust into one another's mouth.

I could feel myself quickly reaching an orgasm. With a final thrust, I shot in his mouth while he gulped rapidly to swallow my load. I could feel his ♥♥♥♥ head expand and knew he was getting ready to ♥♥♥ as well. I pulled his ♥♥♥♥ from my mouth. He rolled on his back and I stroked him about three times before he began to shoot a large load onto his stomach.

He moved around on the bed and lay beside me. He leaned on his elbow and stared at me. He leaned forward and tried to kiss me, but I pulled away. It was one thing to have sex with him, but I wasn't looking for a boyfriend. He looked disappointed when I turned my head. He got up and disappeared into the bathroom. I put my head on the pillow and fell asleep before he returned.

Richard became a good friend, or should I say ♥♥♥♥ buddy. I could depend on him to be there when I needed release. It seemed he was always happy to please me, and I let him please me a lot.

I was also becoming very popular in the neighborhood. Popularity was something that had eluded me. I had always been extremely cute, and I had my share of other boys and girls who wanted to know me; but I was always afraid of bringing anyone home because of my mother and father. I never knew when my dad might snap and whip me in front of a friend. So for the first sixteen years of my life, I was a loner.

But in California, I was almost like a god. With my long blond hair and beautiful tan I was admired by everyone when at the pool. I loved to tease others by wearing white Speedos which were a size too small. I had been blessed with a rather large ♥♥♥♥, and I loved to parade around showing just what I had. Not only would girls ogle me, but boys as well.

Before long I had a rather large number of groupies who tended to follow me where ever I went. Girls would swoon if I even spoke to them, and there was always some guy who was willing to get down on his knees and make me happy.

Several guys would even let me ♥♥♥♥ them. Richard quickly became my favorite. Besides being extremely cute, he had a nice, tight bubble butt. I loved it every time he'd bend over for me.

One afternoon after having sex in his bedroom when his parents weren't home, I convinced him to call Mark and just ♥♥♥♥ around with him. I dialed his number and handed him the phone.

I had already told him what to say. He was to tell Mark he heard that he was gay and he wanted him to come over and take care of him. Richard at first refused to do it because he went to school with him and liked him. When I threatened to stop messing around with him, he relented and made the phone call. I listened with my ear against Richard's. It was priceless. Mark became very upset and started cussing. I was howling with laughter.

I watched as Mark and Bobby became friends- probably ♥♥♥♥ buddies. They were always together. Mark tried to protect Bobby from me, but he couldn't fight worth ♥♥♥♥. Once I took Bobby's swim shorts in the locker room and left him standing butt naked. It was so cool.

Later I saw the two losers sitting on the bleachers outside the pool. They were watching me angrily. Like I'm supposed to be scared! There was nothing they could do to me. I had guys all around me. The two of them were alone. Fat chance they could hurt me.

A few weeks later they were alone in the locker room when I went in, followed by some of my boys. I tried to get Mark to suck my ♥♥♥♥ in front of everyone, but he refused. He even tried to fight back. Stupid mistake. I knocked him flat on his ass.

When I got home later, this stupid, crazy woman stormed into our house and started yelling obscenities about me. She called me a dirty little bastard. She said I'd been picking on her poor nephew and his friend. My uncle went off on her when he found out she was Mark's aunt. He said the ♥♥♥ deserved everything he got.

I had been hiding in my room during the exchange. I was afraid of what she might do. Uncle Roger called me out to the kitchen after she left. He pulled a cold beer out of the fridge and offered it to me. He said I had earned it for beating up those queer boys.

Richard seemed to change after that. He quit hanging with me. Every time I called and asked him to come over, he always had an excuse. I really wouldn't have cared, but he was a great lay.

School started after Labor Day. I was very hesitant about the beginning of school. I had earned a reputation as a ladies' man during the summer, so I was fairly confident that my reputation would stay intact. However, being in school, I would have less control over situations I was worried that students might start picking on me again.

Although, I had nothing to fear. Mark cemented my reputation as a hard ass. He walked into class and sat in the front. A friend had handed me a water balloon, so I threw it at him, hitting him square in the back. The balloon exploded, soaking him. It was hilarious.

He got up and charged me like a mad man He was screaming and throwing his arms in every direction. I was a good fighter, but I had trouble defending myself against his wild tirade. The dean eventually grabbed him and hauled his sorry ass off to the office.

I had to go and tell my side of the story. Of course, I played up the part of being the helpless victim. The dean bought it- hook, line and sinker. Mark was suspended three days for assaulting me. I thought it was unfair, because it should have been ten days.

I froze when I left my last period class. My heart seemed to jump up into my throat. There were posters of my mother and father everywhere. It had their prison pictures on them. I hadn't seen them since they last appeared in a Phoenix newspaper.

Now it would all start over again- the laughter and ridicule. I would again become the butt of all prison jokes. I had to endure this for two years while my mother and father were going through their trials. I had no friends at that time. Everyone had tried to avoid me. Now I was sure it was going to happen again.

I didn't know who had put them up or how they had gotten hold of the pictures. I was pretty sure it was probably Bobby. I'd heard that he was some kind of a computer geek. He certainly looked like one. I was determined I was going to hurt him the next time I saw him.

I tried to hurriedly escape the school, but I was stopped midway down the hall. Some of my friends were holding the posters up and shoving them in my face.

"This your old man?" James asked as he thrust it in my face. "This guy really your daddy?"

"Yeah," said William, another friend. "He do this ♥♥♥♥?"

I just hung my head with shame. How was I going to explain that both my parents were in jail and I had to come to California because I had no where else to go.

"Damn," said James excitedly. "This is so ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ cool! You're parents are gangsters!"

"My old man's just a plumber," William said. "Your dad belongs to the mob!"

A small smile formed in the corner of my mouth as I looked at the excited faces of my friends. Maybe this wasn't going to be too bad after all...

All right. Enough already. Everyone’s mad at me for the way I treated Mark and
Bobby. I know you applauded when they got revenge on me. Right? Maybe I did treat
them like ♥♥♥♥. But they deserved it, didn’t they? They tried to have sex with me.
They really weren’t anything but ♥♥♥♥, and the world is supposed to hate ♥♥♥♥. Right?

That’s what has been drummed into my head ever since I was small. Even when I
thought that I actually might be gay, I tried to deny it. Maybe some guys can just
say, ‘Hey, I’m gay,’ and not be bothered by it. But what do you do when your own
father hates the sight of you because you are a ♥♥♥? Huh? Then tell me what am I to
do?

“You little ♥♥♥.” My father grabbed me around the collar and lifted me off my feet.
“Can’t you do anything but cry when I talk to you?”

“I’m not going to have a sissy for a son!” he yelled angrily.

I was only eight and he was mad at me because I’d spilled some milk on the kitchen
floor. When I saw the anger in his eyes, I knew he was going to spank me again. He
was always spanking me. He didn’t beat me, but my butt was constantly sore from
his large hands hitting my soft bottom. If he was really mad, he’d use his belt.

And I didn’t know what a ♥♥♥ was, but he was always calling me one. I knew it had to
be something bad.

He pushed me to the floor and threw a towel at me.

“Clean up your ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ mess!” he screamed. My mother walked into the kitchen and
didn’t say anything. She never said anything. When I had cleaned the milk off the
floor, I walked over to the sink and laid the towel down. My mother smacked me
upside the head.

“Damn it, Scottie,” she said angrily. “You just wiped that on the floor, and now you’re
putting it up on my clean counter.”

“I told you he was nothing but a ♥♥♥,” my father remarked as he looked over his
newspaper at me. “Must be from your side of the family,” he mumbled.

“Go to your room.” Mother pointed towards the stairs. “I don’t want to see you
anymore today.”

That was my life. It had been like that since I could remember. I could never do
anything right for them. And God knows I tried.

“Here, Mommy,” I said proudly as I handed her a Valentine card I had made in the
second grade. I had spent all day pasting and putting pretty sprinkles on it. She
opened up the envelope and jumped off the couch.

“What the hell is this!” she screamed as she brushed her dress off. “You’ve made a
mess of my dress and I have a meeting in fifteen minutes.” Colored sprinkles were all
over the black dress she was wearing. I had waited all day to surprise her with the
card, and now I stood crying in front of her because she didn’t like it.

“Now I’ve got to go change my clothes.” She looked at me scornfully. “I’m going to be
late to my meeting.” She dashed off to her bedroom and returned several minutes
later with a new dress on.

“Go to your room,” she ordered. “I’m calling your father and telling him what you did.”

I went to my room and threw myself down on the bed and cried. I knew when my
father got home I’d be spanked. I was. That time he used his belt.

My only comfort was that they were hardly ever home. My father was president of
some big company. He was always bragging to his friends about all the money he
had. We lived in a huge house in Phoenix, Arizona. It had a big swimming pool in the
back yard. We also had a lower level that had a pool table, bar and exercise
equipment. I was never allowed to go down there.

My mother worked for some department store. She ordered things around the
country, so that they could sell the latest fashion wear. I can remember her always
wearing some really pretty clothes.

The only time my parents wanted me around was when they were entertaining
friends. They threw a lot of pool parties. Most of the people were old, like my parents.
It seemed like the men were always much older than the women.

My mother would parade me around and show me off to her friends. She was always
calling me her ‘pretty little boy.’ I had long blond hair that flowed down my face. She
would make me wear bangs that covered my eyes because she said it made me cuter.
I also had deep blue eyes. Occasionally, she’d put lip gloss on my lips to make them
shiny. I hated it when she did that. Women were always grabbing me and saying,
“Isn’t he just the cutest thing you ever saw?”

I would be the center of attention while the party was going on. My parents would
brag about how nice a son they had. But once the last guests would leave, I would
again become the bad son. They would order me to clean up the mess. Sometimes it
would take me hours and I wouldn’t get in bed until late. If they got up in the
morning and I hadn’t done a good job, my father would spank me.

I grew up hating my parents. Sometimes before I’d go to sleep, I’d imagine them
getting in a bad car wreck and getting killed. Some of the gruesome scenes I
imagined in my head would sometimes scare me. Most of the time I’d go to sleep
smiling.

They were generous when it came to giving me things, though. They didn’t do it for
me. They liked to brag to their friends that I had all the latest toys and gadgets. I
was the first of my friends to have a laptop computer, Ipod, any video game that
came out and a DVD player with a large assortment of movies. You get the idea. I
couldn’t wait until I turned sixteen, because I was going to ask my father for a
Lamborghini.

Things had always been bad, but when I was twelve my world came crashing down. I
had suspected that I might like other boys. Girls didn’t interest me at all. I would try
to avoid them if I could. I thought it might be because I was still young, but I had a
fascination with other boys. I couldn’t wait until we had gym, so I could watch them
undress.

Many times my little ♥♥♥♥ would get bone hard in the shower. I really didn’t care.
Almost all the guys at one time or another would get hard. I just stayed hard. I’d be
the first one in and the last one out. I would memorize the naked body of all my
friends. All our bodies were hairless with small ♥♥♥♥♥. The ones I really liked looking at
were the boys who were beginning to grow some hair down there. I still didn’t have
any.

I never thought of doing anything more, until one night. One of my dad’s friends had
a son my age. Actually, he was a year older. The party went late into the evening and
Jimmy had fallen asleep in one of the lounge chairs. When it was time to go, he put
up a fuss about waking up. His father took him up and put him in my bed.

I watched as his father undressed him, down to his white underwear and then tuck
him in under my covers. He asked me if I minded if Jimmy slept there for the night. I
couldn’t say a word. I just shook my head. I couldn’t believe another boy was
sleeping almost naked there.

I went back downstairs and let my mother tell all her friends how pretty I was.
Around 1:30 everyone had gone and I was left to my cleaning chores. My ♥♥♥♥ was
hard thinking about Jimmy asleep in my bed. I couldn’t wait to get back upstairs.
After about an hour, I had finally finished cleaning up and went to my room.

Jimmy was still asleep, snuggled deeply under the covers. I undressed and slowly
crawled into bed beside him. He stirred a little as I settled in. My heart was pounding
out of my chest. All I could think about was that he was almost naked beside me. I
was only inches from his ♥♥♥♥. I had seen the small bulge when his father undressed
him, and I was dying to see more.

After about fifteen minutes, he still hadn’t moved. I figured he was asleep. Gasping
for air, I let my hand creep under the cover and touch his ♥♥♥♥. I could feel its outline
through his underwear. I just rested it there, afraid any movement might awaken him.

Then I felt it begin to grow. Slowly, it went from a curled state and began to stiffen.
My heart was pounding with excitement. I was actually feeling my first ♥♥♥♥. It grew
until it was completely hard. It must have been about five inches long.

Suddenly, he moved and grabbed my hand. I could feel piss starting to come out of
my ♥♥♥♥. I had been caught! Instead of getting angry, he started rubbing my hand
against his ♥♥♥♥. He looked over at me, but he didn’t say a word. He then lifted up and
pulled his underwear down. In the dim light I could see it jutting upwards toward the
ceiling. He had a small amount of brown pubic hair.

“Suck it,” he ordered angrily. “If you want it so bad, then suck it.” I tried to pull my
hand away, but he had a strong grasp on me. He grabbed the back of my head and
pulled me towards his hard ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ it, ♥♥♥,” he said huskily, “or I’m going to tell your dad what you did.”

He had said the magic words. He was going to tell my dad. I knew my father would
probably kill me if he found out I was feeling on the son of one of his friends. This
time he wouldn’t use a belt. He’d probably use a baseball bat.

He pushed roughly on the back of my head, leading me towards his ♥♥♥♥. I
whimpered, and then opened my mouth and took in the head of it. It had a musty
smell, and I started to gag slightly.

“Open your mouth wider,” he ordered. He then thrust deeper into my mouth. I
wanted it to end. It was nothing like I thought sex would be. I always thought it
would be with someone who would tell me they loved me. Jimmy was mean. He didn’t
care how I felt.

He continued thrusting harshly into my mouth. With each thrust, he would go
deeper. Several times I gagged. Once I felt I was going to vomit.

“Yeah,” he moaned. “You’re a good little ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥.”

I didn’t hear the door open, but I was blinded by the overhead lights. I was on my
knees with Jimmy’s ♥♥♥♥ down my throat. I pulled back and saw my father standing in
the doorway. His face was red with anger and his fists were clenched. He stormed
over to the bed and grabbed me around the waist and threw me off the bed.

“He made me do it!” Jimmy shouted. “Honest Mr. Olsteen. I was asleep, and I woke
up and he was sucking me.”

“Get out!” He pointed to the door. Jimmy ran naked from the room. He didn’t even
bother to gather his clothes.

I will not go into detail what he did to me that night. It is too horrible to tell, even
today. I was out of school for two weeks because of the bruises he put on my body
that night. When the school called asking where I was, he told them I was sick with a
fever and the doctor had ordered me to stay home. When I finally returned to school,
he had one of his doctor friends write me a note. He didn’t even examine me.

My life was a living hell for the next two years. He never let me forget for one day that
I was a ♥♥♥. I think he forgot my name was Scott. Anytime I talked to a boy, he’d ask
if I was letting him ♥♥♥♥ me. I didn’t have any friends come to the house because
either he or my mother would say something about my sexuality.

I went so deep into the closet that for a while I even forgot I was gay. I’d get a quick
glimpse in the showers during gym, and occasionally I’d go into a gay website and
masturbate over some cute boy’s picture. But for the most part, I led a sexless life.

My friends talked about masturbating or getting blowjobs from their girlfriends, but
for several years I lost all interest in sex. After the verbal and physical abuse I
received from my father, sex seemed dirty and filthy.

To make matters even worse, things were no better at school than they were at
home. Jimmy quickly spread the word that I was a ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥. The torment I received
from my fellow classmates was relentless. I was pushed in the halls, my books were
occasionally stolen, and on two occasions I was stripped of my pants right in front of
the school. I’d have to go in with only my underwear on. I quickly became the target
of any and all gay jokes.

My life took another whirlwind change when I was fourteen. It was turned completely
upside down. My father was arrested by the police for some bad things he was doing
at work. They also arrested my mother. I didn’t quite understand what was going on.
We lost almost everything.

I learned that the government had seized his bank accounts and we had no money. I
went from being the rich man’s son to the son of a criminal. The newspapers carried
his picture for almost two years.

From what I could understand, he’d taken a lot of his friends’ money and kept it for
himself. I think they called it embezzlement. No one came to our house anymore. It
seemed like the only company we had was his and my mom’s attorneys.

It took two years for them to go to trial. In that time my life was agonizing. My father
was always irritable, even more than he had ever been. One thing that happened,
though, he didn’t seem to notice me being around. He also stopped hitting me. I
guess he was too worried about going to jail.

I think he also was afraid that the media would notice if I had bruises on me, since we
were constantly being followed by reporters. Anywhere we went, a camera was being
thrust in front of my father’s face. It was almost like he was a celebrity in town; but I
knew it was because he was a crook.

He was tried first. The trial dragged on for weeks and all the friends my parents had
over for the pool parties testified against him. It appeared he had taken millions of
dollars from them. It’s no wonder we lived so well.

A jury found him guilty, and he was sentenced to twenty years in jail. I never saw him
again. I was too young to visit him in prison. In a way I was glad. I hated him.

My mother fell apart after his sentencing. Her trial would be a month later. She was
being accused of helping him do stuff with the money. I guess she knew he was
stealing it and she was opening bank accounts to hide it. A jury found her guilty. She
was sentenced immediately, and I never saw her again either.

I became like an orphan overnight. It scared me. After all the years I had wished
them dead, they were now gone out of my life and I didn’t know what to do. My
mother had contacted her sister to see if she would take me, but she said she
couldn’t. She was going through a divorce with my uncle and she couldn’t take
on the added burden.

I was going to be put in state custody, which meant I’d have to go to a foster home.
At the last minute, my father called his brother who lived in California and he
reluctantly agreed to take me in. I later found out my father had loaned him the down
payment on his house, and he forced him take me to pay off the debt.

So on June 16, I was placed on a plane, and I flew to my new life. I was going to live
with my Uncle Roger and Aunt Theresa. I had only met them once, and I was very
small then. I remember Roger as being a rather large and mean man. I think he only
spoke to me once when he and my aunt visited us in Arizona.

They had four children, but they were grown and married. They lived in a small house.
It was very different than the home we had in Arizona. They didn’t have a pool or
even a basement. It did have a basketball rim on the garage. I was told one of their
sons had been a big basketball star when he was in high school.

I knew things wouldn’t go well when they didn’t even meet me at the airport. I sat
around for two hours before I finally called them to see where they were. Uncle Roger
got upset when I told him I was here. He thought I wouldn’t be arriving until the
following week. After a few harsh words, he hung up on me. I wasn’t even sure he
would come to get me. After about an hour, Aunt Theresa finally arrived to take me
‘home.’ Yeah, right.

I knew I wasn’t welcomed the moment I walked through the door.

“Thought we got rid of all the damn kids,” grumbled Uncle Roger when he saw me
walk through the door. “I can’t even enjoy my ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ retirement.”

“Hush, Roger.” Aunt Theresa was trying to come to my rescue. “He’s blood.”

“Yeah,” he spat. “The blood of that no good brother of mine. Good blood he’s got.
His father is in prison.”

He ranted and raved for about a half hour. I was beginning to think that a foster
home back in Arizona would have been a better option.

“Well, you’re going to earn your way around here,” he said as he drank another beer.
I saw five empty cans sitting on the table in front of him.

“Yes, sir,” I responded meekly.

“Starting tomorrow,” he informed me, “you’re going to help me clean out the garage.
I’ve asked the boy who mows my yard to come by and help you.”

“Yes, sir,” I said again.

This wasn’t going to be any better than the life I’d lived back in Phoenix. My only hope
was that my uncle wouldn’t hit me like my father did. I looked over at him. He was
sitting at the table downing another beer. ‘Yeah,’ I thought. ‘This was going to be
fun.’

Uncle Roger woke me up earlier the next morning. I was still tired from the plane
flight. I would love to have slept late. I can’t remember the last time I saw six in the
morning. I hope he didn’t expect me to get up every morning this friggin’ early.

I walked sleepily into the kitchen, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. I had thrown on a
pair of shorts and a white wife beater.

“Bout time you got ur ass up, Boy,” he growled. “You ain’t in Arizona now.”

I sat down and poured a bowl of cereal. The only thing I could find was Bran Flakes.
The stuff tasted awful. I can’t believe people actually eat it. I looked around for
something else, like a banana.

“This ain’t ur house, Boy,” Uncle Roger said angrily. “Ask permission before you start
nosing around.”

I sat at the table and drank some milk. I guess I was permitted to do that much.
When he finished, he let out a disgusting burp and then rubbed his large stomach.

“Well, Boy,” he said. “Let’s get started on that garage. It’s not going to do by itself,”
he laughed. I guess he expected me to find humor in the statement.

I followed him out of the kitchen to the garage. It was a mess! I don’t think it had
been cleaned since they had moved in years ago. There were boxes, old paint cans,
broken furniture and bicycles with flat tires. I couldn’t even identify what some of the
other stuff was.

“All right, Boy.” He sat down in an old patio chair. “Let’s get busy.” Getting busy
meant I’d do the work and he’d sit and drink a beer and order me around. I kept
waiting for the other kid to show up so he could help.

I was having trouble putting a box in the storage area above the garage, so I asked
my uncle to help me.

“I’ll give you a hand,” I heard a boyish voice say. I looked down and saw a boy my
age standing on the first rung looking up at me. From where he was standing, I could
tell he had a good view up my shorts. When I looked down he seemed to be blushing.

“Hand me those boxes over there,” I told him, “and I’ll put them up here.”

We worked for the next two hours together. He said his name was Mark. He was kind
of cute. It had been a long time since I’d been interested in a guy. He seemed to be
interested in me also. He was always staring at me. I could tell that every time I
climbed the ladder, he’d look up my shorts.

One time I opened my legs wide so he’d get a good view. I even think my left nut was
hanging out. I’m sure he was enjoying the show. We finally finished and Uncle Roger
was actually acting nice. He told us to go clean up and he’d buy us some ice cream.

I headed into the restroom and Mark hung around outside. I told him he could come
in with me. I had attended a boys’ school in Phoenix, so I was used to using the
bathroom with other boys around.

As he washed his hands, I had to take a piss. I didn’t really think anything of it until
he turned and watched as I peed. My ♥♥♥♥ started to get hard and I rubbed it until it
reached its full length. I could tell he was having trouble breathing. He was getting
excited watching me.

“You wanna suck it?” I asked him. He acted extremely shy and wouldn’t answer me so
I asked him again more harshly. He nodded his head. All of a sudden I had images of
my father taking off his belt. I didn’t want him to beat me again.

“Just what I thought, a ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ ♥♥♥,” I said angrily. I couldn’t take another beating. If
my father knew I was with a boy again, he’d kill me this time.

A startled look came over his face, and he fled from the bathroom. I knew then that I
had to protect myself. No one here in California was going to know I was gay; even if
I had to out other boys to protect my secret...

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......Also congrats Silent, with your recent victory on cutekittens.....

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