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“You’re a faggot!” Adrian said.

“No, I’m not” I shouted back.

I wasn’t mad. Adrian was my best friend. We were both 11 and were best friends since we were 6. We did everything together, from playing football to helping each other with homework. Today he was a bit weird with me. I don’t know why. He just got his hair cut, and I said Mum likes my hair to be long. Then I said that Justin Biebers hair looked cute, and that’s when he called me a faggot. To be honest, I hardly knew what a faggot was. It didn’t sound nice and I knew it had something with being gay. I just said I wasn’t.

I never had a girlfriend, and to be quite honest, I didn’t want a girlfriend. Girls like to talk and talk. And talk about what? They talk where they got the latest clothes. Don’t misunderstand me; I like clothes. I like sport brands and clothes that looked cool. Mum thought that I was very expensive with clothes. Maybe she was right. I am glad that I was not born in a poor family

School was a drag. If it weren’t to be with my friends, I would really hate it. I hated teachers, and subjects like maths and I especially hated homework

One day, at lunch break, I had to go to the toilet. All the urinals were being used. It was usually these that I used. Boys are lucky. We just had to stand up and piss. But this day, I was forced to go in the toilet cubicle, as I couldn’t wait. I was smiling as I read the messages on the wall. Some boy thought that Sue was hot. Another boy wrote some messages about the teachers. They were very funny. Then I noticed a hole in the wall. I looked through and could see an older boy sitting on the toilet. I wondered why there was a hole in the wall. It was not fun watching another boy on the toilet. I stopped looking in case he could see me looking.

A minute later, I saw a cock come through the hole. I just stared. It was so big and hard. I could feel my cock go hard. I didn’t know why. A part of me was saying that this wrong. My hand took my cock out and started jacking off. Meanwhile the cock in the wall seemed like it was going back and forth and a whisper was telling me to suck it. I didn’t exactly know what sucking was. I slowly put my hand around it and started wanking the cock. I didn’t understand why he couldn’t do this himself.  But I decided that I would. It wasn’t a lot of work. It was just moving his cock back and forth. I could feel my cock going mega hard. So with one hand, I was wanking the cock through the wall and with another hand, I was wanking myself.

I could hear the boy panting like a dog, and to be true I was panting myself. He kept on telling me to suck it off, but I didn’t know what this meant, so I just wanked him. After a few minutes he cummed. His cum flew across my cubicle on my face. It stung my eyes and was dripping down by my lips. I licked my lips. Wow, it tasted like salt. What was the white stuff that came out and why didn’t I have the same white stuff?

After School, I asked Adrian if he wanted to come home. We went up to my room. I just sat and put my hair in a ponytail. I did this sometimes when I was at home, because I didn’t want it in my eyes.

“You know, that sometimes you look like a girl,” He said jokingly

“I do not”

“You look like a girl now. Good enough to kiss”

“That would be gay”

“Yea”

In my mind, I still had the cock through the hole in my brain. The cock looked so stiff and big. It looked like a Popsicle. I remember the taste of the white stuff. I don’t know why I was thinking so much about it. Every time I thought about it, I could feel my little dick get bigger and bigger.

“Adrian….. Did you ever go in the toilet cubicle at school?”

“Why?”

“I just wondered.”

“I try to avoid them. They stink.”

“What are the holes that go through the walls?”

“They are glory holes”

“What is a glory hole?”

“Wow, you don’t know much, do you? A glory hole is where someone sticks their dick through the hole and another person sucks it.”

“What do you mean suck?”

“Wow, you really are daft. It means you take his dick in your mouth and suck it like it is a Popsicle, “

“Only queers do that.”

I decided not to ask more, as it could mean that I was interested. Adrian and I surfed youtube, listening to good music.

The next day, I could hardly sit and concentrate in class. I kept on thinking about the toilet. Why did hays have to be there and put their dicks through holes? I must admit, that his dick was hard and the skin was so soft. It was also fun wanking him and seeing his sperm come out.

At lunch, I rushed to the cubicle in the toilets. I sat down on the toilet waiting for something to happen. Nothing did. I felt a bit weird looking at the hole, to see what would come through. At one stage, I saw what looks like an eye looking through. I just pretended to look forward. It was good that he couldn’t see my heart as that was thumping as I realized that someone was looking at me. Then it happened. I saw a cock come through. It was a very big cock, and it was very hard. I heard a whisper, “Come on cocksucker.”

I slowly put my head in front of it. Then I stuck out my tongue and started licking the top of it. It was not as bad as I thought it would be. It really didn’t taste of much. I licked the side of the cock and for the first time in my life, I could hear the other boy moan. It must have been my fault. He must have really liked what I was doing. I smiled as I continued to lick the side. Then I looked at the head of his cock and slowly put it in my mouth. It didn’t taste like anything. It tasted a bit like piss, not that I know what piss tastes like. It was just a guess. I started moving in and out, just like Adrian said. The more I moved in, the more cock I had in my mouth. Pretty soon I had the whole cock in my mouth. I was going in and out. I never experienced anything in my mouth that was so alive. It was like the cock deserved to be there. The moaning form the strange boy helped, as I knew that he was enjoying every second of it. Suddenly I could see that he went rigid. He stopped and seemed to try to push as much cock through the hole as possible. Then he squirted. The first squirt went down my throat, it was so salty. Then more squirts came. I spit them out. The first squirt was so salty and gooey, that I didn’t want to swallow any more.

His cock disappeared back through the hole. I sat down on the toilet wiping sperm from my mouth. It was true. I was a cocksucker! I was gay! I fancied other boys! Did I fancy Adrian? He was very hot and he had a nice body. Oh my, I fancied my best friend. I walked out of the cubicle only to see 4 boys looking at me. Deep down, I knew that one of them knew that I was a cocksucker.

I couldn’t help it. Every day I went in the cubicle. Every day a cock came through the hole and I sucked it. Boys would stand outside the cubicles around the sink and giggle as I came out. I was sure that they all know what has been in my mouth.

About a week later, no cock came through the hole. I was getting a bit excited because I really wanted a cock to appear. After me waiting, I could see an eye looking through. Then I heard a whisper.

“Is that you?” It was Adrian, “come on, I am waiting for you. You would think you were a king sitting on a crown, so much time you spend in there.”

I didn’t say anything. I just sat there as quiet as could be. Then a knock came. I thought it was Adrian trying to come in to get me out. It was Brian, one of the older boys. He was around 15 years old. He whispered that he heard there was a cocksucker here every day. He said I was the cutest gay boy that he ever seen. He said that he never met any gay boy as young as me. He pulled down my trousers. I gasped as he fondled my cock and my balls. He took this as proof that I was gay. I mean letting a boy feel me up. Then he told me to turn around and bend over. This was not as fun as I thought. I was staring down a toilet bowl.

Then the best feeling came over my body when the older boy started feeling my ass. It was like his fingers knew what to do. I tried not to let out moans when he massaged my butt, I decided he could so this every day. His finger made its way in the butt crack and found my hole. The good feelings were getting stronger and stronger. Even though it hurt when he put his finger in, it still felt good. I raised my butt as far as I could to let him finger me. When he took the finger out, I was disappointed.

My disappointment didn’t last long. I felt something bigger at my butt. He told me that he was going to fuck me. My heart started beating faster as I realized that he was going to put his big cock in my butt. I held my breath as I felt the head of his dick push in. It hurt but it felt good. Then he pushed some more. I groaned. Then he started moving back and forth. I held the toilet very tight as he pushed and pushed. After a while he started moving his cock in and out. It started to speed up and I wanted to scream to the whole world that I loved it. The older boy started calling me pussy boy and gaybo. I didn’t mind. I wanted him to fuck me. I liked his cock inside me. He squirted in me and then pulled up his trousers and went. I was left alone with cum dripping out of my ass.

When I cleaned and tidied myself, I left the cubicle. Some boys were standing there smiling at me. One of them whispered faggot. Another one asked me did I like being fucked? Another asked how was it to fancy boy cocks? I think I must have gone red. I walked past them, with an empty feeling in my butt. It needed a cock up it,

After school Adrian was with me. He was quiet so I asked him the problem.

“I don’t understand...” He said

”What?”

“I saw you today through the glory hole.” He said as my heart skipped a beat

“What did you see?”

“Don’t be so stupid. You were there. You know what happened. I saw you. I heard you moaning as the older boy fucked you.”

“Oh that”

“Yeah. He fucked you, and you liked it. He wasn’t gay because he fucked you, but you are gay because you let him”

“Ok”

“So are you gay?”

I was silent

He took off his trousers and boxers and laid back on the bed. His cock was now fully erect and it was straining even more because I was looking at it. He told me that if I was gay, I should play with his cock. I wasn’t about to wait until he changed his mind. I started caressing his thighs as my mouth went down to his cock. As I started kissing his cock, I looked up at him. I could see that he was staring up at the ceiling. I put his cock in my mouth and started sucking him. I could feel his legs twitch or a groan come from his mouth. This was much better than any other boy that I did this to. I could feel his whole body as his cock was going in and out. This was my best friend.

I stopped sucking him as he looked at me in a strange way. I then put one leg on each side of him. I directed his cock to my ass. As it entered my ass, I whispered that I loved him. There was no response. I started lifting myself up and down as he was fucking me. The sensations were much better than the fuck I had earlier that day. It was like as Adrian’s cock was made for me. It didn’t take him long to cum in me. We both ended with a groan.

I fell to the bed as I whispered once again that I love him. Adrian put on his clothes and said, “I love you too, but only as a mate. Now that I fucked you, I don’t want you looking at me in a gay way. I don’t want you fancying me. I don’t want you to try to get in my trousers again. We are only friends.”

Little did Adrian know how many times I would dream about him? I was not that disappointed. I knew that he was not gay. I still had the glory hole.