Date: Tue, 24 May 2016 05:16:12 +0000 (UTC)
From: James Truett <savannahkid2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: WHO is QUEER?

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By the SavannahKid

It was during the summer I turned thirteen years old that this happened.
It was that year that I discovered that my body was changing.  I discovered
that I had a body part that was fun to play with.  It would get hard and
felt good when I slid my hand up and down it.

I hung out with a group of my friends all the time. We learned to play
together with our cocks that summer. Trent my best friend told the group
that his older brother said it was OK to masturbate as a group.  He called
this "circle-jerking-off."  I guess our hormones took over and try it, we
did.  This became our daily activity.

Out of the blue one day, Trent wanted to talk about sex.  He started with a
question, "Are you a queer?"  This pissed me off and I asked him why he
would ask a question like that. He said he heard, in a group of 10 males
one is a queer.  He told me that he noticed how I looked at the others
cocks. He decided I must be the queer.

This statement and the thought that I liked to jerk off had a large impact
on me as I entered puberty.  The guilt and the mixed signal my body was
sending me was driving me crazy and I had to talk to someone but it could
not be one of my friends.

I decided Trent' brother Bobby would be the one who could answer my
questions.  One Saturday I asked Bobby if I could talk to him.  We went for
a walk alone.  I was nervous when I asked him, "I like to look at other
guy's dicks and Trent said that I must be queer.  I'm kind of scared.  My
dick is hard all the time now and I can't stop playing with it.  It just
feels too good.  Does this mean I'm a queer now?"

Bobby started laughing, "Trent is full of shit.  You either are or you are
not."  He looked at me kind of serious and he asked, "What do you think
about when you play with your dick?"  I was unsure how to answer him so I
just told the truth, "When my cock gets hard I think about how good it
feels."  Bobby said, "I asked my dad about it and he told me that jerking
off is normal and that all men do it.  He said I would do it my whole life.
He told me to enjoy it.  He looked at me kind of serious and said, "Don't
put up with the stuff some people put on you.  You will know if you are
queer or not.  It is something you are born with. If you think of hard
dicks when you jerk off instead of pussy you might be queer. But that wont
matter because there is nothing you can do about it."

I asked, "Do you think I'm a queer?"  He punched me on my arm and said,
"Quit worrying about that now."

I was lying in bed wearing only my underwear, because that's what I always
wore to bed. I had learned a lot about puberty from Trent and Bobby.  They
taught me all about the stuff that happens during puberty. I would start
growing pubic hair, my voice would change, and my dick would grow larger.
I would begin to produce sperms and then ejaculate.

I pulled down my underwear and looked at my developing cock and balls. I
ran my hand over my developing pubic bush. I knew I would soon shoot cum. I
knew all about masturbation.  I had become a pro at jerking my dick and
thanks to Bobby I felt that it was OK.  He told me it was normal and it's a
healthy behavior.

I started my nightly jerk off session by touching my developing balls.  I
moved the two orbs inside the pouch and rolled them between my fingers.  I
rubbed the thin tubes connecting my balls to the inside of his body.  I
knew that the balls made sperms and the sperms traveled through those
tubes.  What I didn't know was that the balls I was playing with recently
started producing an army of little solders that were ready to attack.  My
time had arrived.

My dick was hard as I started jerking off for the ten thousand times.  With
my right hand, I stroked all the different parts of my dick.  My stroking
caused blood to flow into the soft tube and I felt harder than I ever had.
I was boned and I continued beating my meat. My dick was now about 5 inches
and hard. Each time my fingers stroked the shaft I had a tingling in my
cock head.  It was starting to pulse strong and hard.  This was a new
feeling and I spread my legs further apart and I quickly increased the pace
of my stroking.

I was moments away from what all boys experience as they enter adulthood.
As the pleasure grew I started rapidly stroking up and down. I was starting
to orgasm!  My hips were thrusting forwards as a thin, clear fluid squirted
out of my cock. A new sense was added to his regular teenage masturbation
and my first load of cum was drying on my belly.  I looked at the clear cum
and put one of my fingers into it and I brought it to my mouth. I tasted
the cum off my finger.

At 13 years old, I was experienced at jerking off.  I did it hundreds of
times in my young life.  I started thinking about what Bobby had told me,
"You will know if you are queer or not.  It is something you are born
with. If you think of hard dicks when you jerk off instead of pussy you
might be queer. But that wont matter because there is nothing you can do
about it.  You will know when you start to produce cum and you have pubes."

This would be a day I'd remember for the rest of his life. Shortly after
Trent's statement the group stopped "circle-jerking-off."  For some reason
I was still curious about my friends.  I had a clear picture in my mind of
the Joe, one of the guys in our group, sitting alone in his bedroom playing
with his dick.  I wondered how big his dick gets when it's hard. At this
point a strange fantasy slowly began to creep into my mind. Joe and I had
jerked off together a few times.  Joe was a horn dog and liked to get off
anytime he could. I quit jerking with him after Trent said I was a queer.

The thought of jerking with him again was making me feel horny.  I still
had my hand fondling my balls and my rock-hard dick.  I felt a drop of
pre-cum as my hand brushed over the tip of my dick. I can't believe I'm
getting excited thinking about this.  If Trent knew about this, he'd tell
me I was such a queer. My mind saw the image of Joe's cock and balls in my
face.  Then he'd start to jerk off inches away from my face.  His dick was
hard and he was pumping his boner.  I was looking right at his piss slit
wondering when the cum was going to shoot out.  I guess he can cum now too?
A stream of hot cum suddenly gushed out of my cock.  It squirted all over
my stomach and my hand.  This time the orgasm sort of snuck up on me.



The next day I saw Joe and he started talking about an event he witnessed.
He was excited about something he saw after school yesterday.  Across from
our Junior High School was Benedictine Catholic Boys School.  He said after
school he saw a large group of boys in the alley watching something.  He
walked over and one of Benedictine boys said a queer was giving blow jobs.

He said when he move closer he saw someone our age on his knees with a
guy's cock in his mouth.  He said there was a line of guys waiting for a
turn with the kid.  He said he stayed and watched him suck off five guys.
Joe said he was hard until he went to bed that night.  He jerked of three
times just thinking about getting sucked off.

He asked me if I wanted to go with him to the alley after school to watch
the boy suck off the Benedictine boys.  I was hard almost immediately
thinking we would see someone getting sucked off.  We both left after
school and slipped in the alley.  I saw the group at the end of the
dumpster.  We made our way down to watch.  It was just as Joe said there
was a teen on his knees with a dick in his mouth and a line waiting.  Joe
and I watched in the back.  Joe leaned over and asked if I had a hard-on.

I told him I didn't but I was so hard I thought I would rip my pants.  Joe
grabbed my hand and placed it over his cock and said "Are you sure you
aren't hard like me?"  I pulled my hand away from Joe and said, "Stop
queer, I don't want to hold your dick."  Joe laughed, "You already have,
remember.  You know, that could be you on your knees blowing all the
Catholic boys.  Trent said you are queer."

I walked away from Joe and headed home.  The sight of the sucker was burned
in my memory.  I kept thinking about what Joe said.  I wasn't a queer and I
didn't want to suck off a group off Catholic boys.  After dinner I went to
my room and stripped naked and started jerking off.  I jerked off a bunch
of times imagining that I was being used by the high school guys.

I met Joe at school the next morning.  I felt nervous for some reason
around Joe. He told me how horned he was since he saw the kids being sucked
off.  He asked if I was ready to kneel like the guy did.  I told him he was
full of shit. I'm not like that.  I asked why he thought I would be like
that.  He said, "Trent thinks you might be queer.  He is your best friend.
He should know."  I was jittery as we talked because I didn't want to be
queer.  I looked at Joe as he asked me, "Why does Trent think you are a
queer.  Have you sucked his cock?"  I said, "No, he said I watched
everyone's dicks when we used to jerk off. But I didn't."  Joe laughed and
said, "I knew it you're turned on by hard cocks." I blushed and I said,
"No, I don't want to talk about this or people will think I'm a queer."

After school Joe wanted to stop by his house and then go back and see if we
could get a blowjob from the kid. We went to his bedroom and he looked at
me, "So do you?" I was confused and asked, "What?" He said, "Do you like to
look at hard dicks?" I said, "That's just Trent's bullshit."

Joe was serious and said, "Let's see. I'm going to get naked right now
while you watch my dick.  Let's see if you get hard.  That will prove if
you like dicks." I watched with amazement as he started undressing, "I
can't believe you're really doing this."  I didn't want to be excited about
this.  I had no idea what Joe's dick now would look like.  I guessed that
it would be like mine.  Joe also noticed that my dick was growing, "You're
getting a boner." My entire teenage life I was hiding my boners from
people.  And now I was standing in front of him with hard-on from watching
him.  He was staring at me at this point.  My humiliation was what was
making him horny.  I wasn't sure what to do next.

I said, "I shot cum for the first time." Joe laughed, "That's cool. I've
been shooting for a few months and I shoot a lot now.  I do it all the
time."  He looked at me and said, "What do you think about when you do it?"
I said, "Mostly I think about being naked and stuff." I did not want to say
that the last time I jerked off I fantasized about me sucking cocks.  Joe's
dick was growing hard.  He was naked!  He looked in my face and said,
"Undress!"  I was standing next to the bed as I started to undress.  He
looked at my hard cock and said, "Do you like my dick? Do you want to get a
close-up look at it?"

Joe was hung. He was a lot bigger now then he used to be. He stepped up
between my legs as he pushed me down on his bed. I watched his dick and
balls. My dick was rock-hard but his dick was sticking straight out like a
steel pipe.  He stepped close to me, "Now my dick's right in your face."
He was in control.  He looked at my hard-on. He said, "You have a boner
because I'm naked.  You want to be like the kid in the alley?"  I became
scared and I said, "No."

He yelled, "Liar, I bet you do.  Trent was right, you are a queer and you
like dicks. I think you want to get a closer look at my dick."  I already
had a look because it was just inches from my face.  He laughed and became
forceful, "Here's my dick. Have a closer look." He leaned forward and
rubbed his dick all over my face.  The friction from rubbing from his cock
was causing me to become unglued.  But I watched it.

He said, "You like this? What does my dick smell like?"  Joe moved his
balls onto my face.  I said, "It smells gross.  Get your dick out of my
face." "No.  You proved you are queer when you got hard. I'm going to let
you become like the Benedictine cocksucker" I was ready to cry and I said,
"I can't do that.  You can't do that to me. I don't suck.  That's really
gay."

I tried to force this him away from my space.  There was no way I was going
to suck on another guy's dick. But he was the one in control.  I had no say
so.  Joe knew that he wanted. "OK, it's time to suck on my dick."

It was happening.  Joe's dick was fully erect and sticking up toward my
mouth.  I could see hard veins running up the length of the 7 inch shaft.
He said, "Now put it in your mouth and suck on it." I gave in and opened my
mouth.  I was going to suck on his dick!  I leaned forward and slipped the
swollen dick head past my lips.  I automatically started moving my head
forwards and backwards.  I was sucking a dick.

I stared at Joe's brown patch of pubic hairs and lean abs.  My lips felt
the girth of the spongy head.  I knew that I must be getting his dick close
to shooting it's cum. I stopped sucking and said, "don't shoot in my
mouth. He looked disappointed and said, "I'll tell you when to stop
sucking."

Joe instinctively began really fucking my mouth.  He was moving his pelvis
in and out. Joe stopped and pulled his dick from my mouth. He said, "I
going to cum." He started jerking like crazy just inches away from his face
and his spunk shot out of his dick and splashed right on my face and some
went straight into my mouth.  He squirted his cum in my mouth!



It was the next day, I ran into Joe again.  He smiled, "Clay, I've been
looking for you."  He groped his package and looked into my eyes and said
"Do you think you can come by my house for a few minutes? "  My dick
started to grow in my jeans.  I knew that I should tell him no but I said
"OK."  I walked with him to his house.  He said, "My parents are gone for
the day we have all day.  Or would you rather go to the alley?  You could
help the kid suck off the Benedictine cocks"

I didn't laugh at his joke and soon I was in his bedroom. Joe said, "Take
off your clothes, Clay." I jumped when Alan came into the bedroom. I tried
to grab my jeans and I looked at Joe and I asked, "What is he doing here?"
I blushed when he said, "Its OK, I told him that you suck dick.  He won't
tell anyone but he wants to watch us. Go on get naked."  He grabbed the
waistband of my jockeys and he pulled them down.  Both Joe and Alan stared
at my erect dick.  Alan said, "He has a boner." Joe said, "OK, Clay pull
down my pants." I was down on my knees and looked at the crotch of Joe's
jeans.  I unbuckled his belt and pulled down the zipper.  I saw his boner
as he said, "Pull my pants all the way down." Alan watched me strip Joe.
Then Alan kicked his shoes off and stripped quickly.  Alan, Joe and I were
naked.



Joe looked at me and said, "Lick my balls, Clay." I started arguing with
Joe, "I can't do this with both of you."  Joe slapped the side of my head
and yelled, "Suck my fucking balls."  I looked at his crotch and tears
formed in my eyes.  I could clearly see the two low hanging balls inside
the hair covered pouches. His nuts seemed huge. I stuck my tongue out and
licked his balls.  I opened my mouth and bathed both orbs. He said, "Lick
my dick too." I moved tongue up the shaft of his teenage dick.  He said,
"That felt good! Keep doing my cock." Alan grabbed my head and said, "Now
do me." I started to slide my tongue up and down Alan's dick.

Alan wanted his dick sucked and he grabbed my face and said, "Suck on my
dick now." I licked the large head and said, "I'll suck on it, but tell me
when you're ready to cum.  Don't shoot it in my mouth." He pushed me down
on his dick, "Put my dick in your mouth." I opened my mouth and covered the
tip of his cock.  I allowed most of Alan's 6 inch cock to enter my mouth.
Before long, Alan's cock was throbbing with pleasure. He moaned, "Man, Keep
sucking it." Alan started to shake.  I felt the cock in my mouth throb. Cum
started squirting out of his dick.  My mouth was being filled with the
older teens load. I was chocking and it was coming out my nose.  He kept
shooting and filling my mouth with his cream.  I pulled away from Alan and
I said, "You shot in my mouth!"

I was in shock as I had swallowed all of Alan's dick snot. The sharp taste
filled my nostrils and I could feel the slimy texture in my mouth.  Joe
said, "Suck me Clay.  Suck on my dick until I cum in your mouth." I looked
at the hard shaft that was poking out from between his legs.  I saw his
hair covered balls that I knew contained the cum that he wanted to feed
me. I was embarrassed but I put it in my mouth and started sucking him and
trying to make it cum.  Joe's boner started squirting its spunk with a new
force.  For the second time I swallowed a mouthful of cum. Joe said, "Clean
the mess off my dick." I licked his messy dick.

I kept Joe happy for the next week.  I sucked him at least once a day and
some times more than once a day.  Alan was stopping by to see me also
during this time.  Alan was the one to take me past my comfort level when
he had me meet him behind the dugout at the ball field. He said he had a
surprise for me as I followed him down a path behind the dug out to a
picnic area.  Standing around was a group of ten kids from the project. I
looked around and recognized most of them.  They all ranged from about 13
to 16 years old and they became quite when they saw Alan and me.

Alan took charge as he pointed to the picnic table and said "Have a seat."
I asked what this was all about. He said "I know you like looking at the
kid sucking the Catholic boys.  I thought it was time for you to know what
it was like."  He pushed me down on a bench and he started lowering his
pants and underwear as he stood in front of me. I tried to jump up but Alan
grabbed my arm and he said, "Just cool it and everything will be fine."

I was embarrassed sitting on the bench in front of Alan and I saw all the
eyes watching me.  Alan pulled me forward as he put his cock in my mouth. I
started sucking him off and I relaxed a little. Everyone jumped when Alan
grabbed my head and yelled loudly, "I'm Cumming."  He shot his load into my
mouth and I coughed and I gagged as I was not ready it.The parade started
then as I was the tool for these virile teens to use. I don't know how many
guys pushed their dicks into my mouth.  I just heard, "Clay, suck my
cock."'  And I heard the joking and the laughing as each cock found the way
as I worked with my mouth and hands to get the next blast of spunk. As one
would finish the next hard dick was in front of me.  Some guys went more
than once and I was there for more than two hours. I saw all size dicks and
balls as I sat on the bench.

I tasted and I swallowed all kinds of discharges.  My jaw was sore and I
was humiliated. Everyone made fun of me as I accepted their offerings. I
didn't even notice the faces as I gulped down each load.  Then it was over
and I walked back to my house scared and humiliated.  I wanted to be safely
at home in my bed. I showered for a good hour trying to wash away the
memory. For days I could taste the cum I ingested at the dug out area.

It was a week later that Trent came by my house and wanted to talk to me,
He said, "Alan had told me about the dug out."  I blushed, and I could not
say anything.  I just looked away from him as the embarrassment and the
fear returned, "Did he tell you that your best friend is a queer." He said
he knew everything; about me sucking Alan and Joe's cock and he knew how
I'd sucked the group behind the dug out.  He said, "I told Alan if anyone
ever mentioned that day at he dugout that I would spread the word about how
some of his activities I know about.  He knew I meant it so I don't think
you will have any problem with him again."

I said, "Why did you do this?  Aren't you afraid to be seen with me?  I
will understand if you don't want to be my friend any more." Trent looked
at me with tears in his eyes, "You will always be my best friend.  We have
been friends since we were six.  I don't think I liked you because of your
sexual preference."  He looked at me, "We all have our secrets and yours
aren't any greater than anyone else's."

I turned to Trent and I said, "But you don't understand.  I sucked off ten
guys and I sucked off Joe a bunch of times. I did it because I wanted to
and I swallowed their cum.  I am a queer."  He laughed, "You are a ferry
too aren't you.  You think you are the first boy to suck a dick."  The
"ferry" remark caused me to look into Trent face.  I said, "I'm gay but I'm
not a ferry."  He said, "Yes you are.  I can see your wrists starting to
becoming limp.  You want to put on girls clothes.  Hell you probably will
start to like show tunes."

I was mad when I said, "Fuck you Trent, if you don't want to be my friend
then just fuck you." Trent was laughing now, "That's the way to act.  Just
be yourself. You have been able to beat my ass for years.  You just need to
learn how to handle this now that 'you are out'."  I said, "Thanks. I'm
sorry if I embarrassed you."

He looked at me and said, "I tried to find out if you were gay after our
jerk off sessions but you would not tell me and I was afraid to bring it
again."  I said, "Why did you want to know?"  Trent said, "After the group
stopped jerking off, I started thinking about you and I doing it but you
were never ready."  I looked at him and said, "Too bad because you could
have had your cock sucked like Joe."  I saw a smile on Trent face as he
started to lower his zipper.  I saw his dick pop out as I felt his hands
pushing down on my shoulders.  I heard him say as he pushed his dick into
my mouth, "There is a benefit to having a queer best friend and I have a
lot of catching up to do!"