Sometimes when I was wearing shorts he would gentlly rub my inner thigh . I thought nothing of it because i like the slight tickle it was giving me. L...ter, He told my parents he wanted to take me somewhere fun. But because of the distance to the place we were going to go, i would have to spend the night at his place. My parents allowed it. I went over after dinner to his place. We were watching a movie in appropriate for my age. There was a few sex scenes but I was so intrigued by the story. My mother had taught me about different religions, their beliefs and priests. Her opinion about all of them was that even if their teachings were actually quite good, the problem was that the people carrying out those beliefs quite often had some personal agendas which weren’t always as good. The end result of her teachings was that I knew about different religions, but I didn’t really believe in any of them, which was quite common in our little village as it was too small to attract any of. He climbed on the back to better be seen when he spoke."Who is in charge here?" he spoke in a British voice not much different from my own but his arrogant intonation was altogether different.Nobody came forward because the head man was among the dead. The older people then the children turned their heads toward me. I was just elected the village headman or fool. He didn't know which."I guess I am," I stated after the officer had to ask the question a second time."No games now. Who is in charge. "I interrupted, "You shouldn't knock it until you try it. Half the girls I've slept with said they weren't gay, but that quickly changed once they got with me. Stop claiming you're straight, you don't know." I do know! It's my preferences!"Now we were arguing, but I didn't think anyone could hear us over the fireworks.Wendi added, "Stop trying to get me to lick your ass. It's not going to happen." Why are you my friend? Huh, Wendi?" I asked. "You knew I was gay before we became close friends..