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