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"You like that?" I told him I did and he told me he did too. I sucked his dick laying on my bed, I sucked his dick for a long time. When we got back to my house we had to wait for his mother for a couple of hours and we stayed in my room. We spent the afternoon with the dinosaurs and the rocks, we didn't see the butterflies because that was gay, we went into the bathroom together and into the single stall and peed together and he let me kiss him without pulling away. My mother arranged with his mother for him to go into town to the museum. "You know you are really gay, only gay guys like it in the ass". We stood together and rubbed our dicks together and then I just turned around and let him rub his dick in my crack. "Now kiss me, but don't be gay" and I grabbed his dick in my hand and kissed him. I stood there and he took my dick in his hand and he kissed me. "You can kiss me if you want, but don't be gay about it".
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He stayed away from me for a couple of weeks, I was in the shower and he walked up on me and poked my hole with his dick, he was hard, I could feel it. "Don't be a gay shit man, we were just playing around and you have to be gay".
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I really hurt my feelings, enough that it made me cry. While we were holding each other's dicks and touching them against each other, we both had hard dicks and we were sword fighting and we were close and I got desire to kiss him. "Now you hold my dick and I will hold your dick and we'll do it some more" "Want to touch?" We put out dicks together and we touched our dick heads together and rubbed our pee holes together.
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