Faggot Part One

i always knew i was different, that my thought process were 'off'. Even at a young age i didn't fit in, i had no interest whatsoever in the things the other kids did, in fact, at times it seemed like i purposely went out of my way to be different. This, coupled with a lack of any real social skills, and not being able to recognize boundaries, caused me to be ostracized by my classmates, initially, then later, tormented and picked on. Because of this, this forced isolation, i avoided contact with anyone and became every bit the loner by the time i got to 6th grade. Friendless and uninfluenced by peer pressure i was able to explore and discover things of my own accord, forming my own unbiased opinions of things. This was mu state of mind when, in the summer before 7th grade, i discovered Homosexuality.
i was fascinated by the whole concept of Homosexuality, of males being sexually attracted to other males. i wondered what it was like to be a Homosexual, to only be drawn to males and decided i was going to see for myself, try it out. i made a point of checking out the crotches of every guy i saw, discretely, of course, affecting what i thought a Homosexual would do. It became my 'dirty little secret', and gave me a certain sense satisfaction knowing something they didn't. It was thrilling and i began wanting to go further with it, take it to the next level. The thought of being sexually intimate with another guy drove me, i fantasized about it constantly, and discovered elements to it that made it more appealing. i was turned-on not just by the idea of sucking a cock or taking a cock up my ass, but at the thought that by doing so someone would know i was a faggot and i wouldn't be able to deny it. i actually wanted to everyone to know i was faggot... But i had no idea of how to go about it especially with having no friends. Then Butch moved in across the street.
Butch was a loner like me, though for different reasons... he was a lean, blond kid 2 years older than me, a worldly 16 years, with a knack for causing trouble. He had a perpetual sneer, walked with a swagger and didn't seem have a care in the world. We became 'friends', of a sort... it was more a Dominant/submissive relationship, with him telling me what to do, like making me clean his room while he smoked pot, or taking any money i had whenever he wanted. He had a mean streak, would get anger with me and more than once had punched me just because he felt like it. i put up with it because he was my only friend and because he protected me from the other kids abuse... one evil over the many, i guess. Within weeks we established out roles... i did whatever he said, took his abuse and never complained.
One day he asked me if i was going to spend the night at his house and i said i wasn't sure i could. He responded by saying 'I was going to let you suck my dick tonight. If you don't come over you wont get to'. i laughed and asked 'What makes you think i want to?' and he said 'Maybe I will make you'. Laughing it off i went to class, secretly excited by the idea and unable to think of anything else all day. i knew he was joking but deep down i wished it was true. o had spent the night at his house before, his mom was a stripper at some dive bar and turned tricks, according to Butch, so she was always gone all night and never got home until noon, leaving us freedom to d what we wanted all night, like party and blast music.
i showed up at his house later that night and we smoked some pot, then Butch produced a little baggy of white powdery stuff and weird little pipe. It was meth and he wanted me to smoke it with him. He taught me how to smoke it and we were soon pretty high. It wasn't like anything i had ever done and really knocked down any inhibitions i had. We had both stripped down to out boxer-briefs because it was a warm evening and the meth made us warmer, something we had done before so it was no big deal... plus it awarded me with a good view of his huge bulge. We were standing at his tallboy dresser, sharing a pipe while he made up lines for us to snort. i was taking a hit off the pipe when without thinking i said 'i thought you were going to make me suck your dick'... making a joke, sort of, because he called the pipe a 'glass dick' and he turned to me, with an odd look on his face and answered... 'What makes you think I'm not?'
i didn't know how to respond, just stared at him while he casually turned back to snort a line, then handed me the straw. i did my line, gasping at the burning. As i set the straw down Butch stepped back and faced me. 'Get on your knees' He said flatly. not sure what he was saying i just stared, which seemed to anger him. 'I said get the fuck down on your knees!' and i saw he was deadly serious, so i slowly dropped to my knees, filled with nervous excitement. Looking down at me Butch reached down into his briefs and pulled out his huge cock.


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