Date: Mon, 18 Jul 2005 04:09:56 -0700 (PDT)
From: Thomas Stecher <thomasstecher@yahoo.com>
Subject: what a fort 5

  Well by now I was finshed with grade school and it was the summer
before I was going to be in jr hi. I thought this was going to be the
greatest part of my life. I was going to go to a school that wasn't a
couple of blocks away from my house, and I was going to be riding the
bus. It's interesting how things turn out. I had learned from a few guys
that sucking cocks was fun and that they liked it. So far no one had
really really sucked mine.
  I was out in a place behind the college where they had a building where
there were lots of picnic tables and some big fireplaces for cooking
food. There was hardley anyone who came down to that part of the college,
and so I felt pretty comfortable with being alone there. I knew that I
could pull down my pants and jack off any time that I wanted to. Well I
thought so anyway. One day I was laying on my back on one of the tables
and I was slowly pulling my hard cock back and forth and I was kind of in
a little dream world and wasn't paying much attention to the world around
me.         Suddenly a couple of guys came riding up on bicycles and I
almost didn't get my pants up in time. As a matter of fact they could see
the hard on that was inside my pants when they saw that I was there. They
stopped and looked at me. They asked me who I was, and then they both
smiled at each other like the knew who I was. I didn't know who they were
, but they soon were telling me all about how they knew that I was a
cocksucker, and that I was a queer, and that they thought that they
should beat me up.  I asked them why they thought that I was queer and
the told me that they were there when a guy was telling them about
putting his cock in my little butt.  I said no one has put their cock in
my butt. And they said what about cock sucking?  Ididn't answer so they
started calling me "blower"
   I had always taken swimming lessons at a little pond that had a little
cafe and they played the hot music of the day on the radio there. I was
there one day , and I waked into the little cafe. All of a sudden there
were three or four guys sitting in booths who started calling me
"blower". I looked and saw that two of the guys were the ones in the
picnic area that day. I couldn't believe it. I was not happy to see them,
and that they had told everyone about me. And then to top it all off,
there was my friend. The one who had given me my first cigs, and the one
who had fucked my face, and who had also pumped his cock in between my
legs. I said, why isn't he a queer. And they said because I was the one
who took him out into the woods. He just did what I wanted him to do. It
was at this point that I knew my life was never going to be the same. I
yelled at them, and told them it was a lie and that I never did those
things. I couldn't stand for them to laugh and call me queer. It hurt to
the bone. And not that bone.
  Here I was all excited about moving on to Jr hi, and now all of the
cool kids who were going to be there too were calling me a queer, and a
faggot and acting like it was the worst thing I could have been.  Well
after that " I wasn't"


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