”He plopped down on the couch, spread his legs and propped his feet on the coffee table in front of him. The fabric of his basketball shorts settled...suggestively into his crotch, revealing a sizeable basket. I already knew what was inside.“I want you to know something, you fucking faggot,” he sneered. “That session in the kitchen meant nothing to me. It was no different than a handjob. I just used you and then tossed your ass out, like the paper towel I used to wipe off my dick, then tossed in. The weather was getting warmer and Roger spent a lot of his time out in the garden in just his shorts, even for his age he had quite a fit body and the neighbours were used to it so nobody was offended, what Roger loved was that there were no other houses within 200 yards of them so they were totally secluded, Sam would come out to put her washing out, Ollie kicked his ball about and Ella was well, just Ella, a teenage girl, life was good and everybody was happy, they even started to call him. Knee socks and ankle socks with lace trim! Long, curled,styled hair. Everyone made a fuss over how beautiful the girls looked.Every one seemed to make a fuss about them. Everything seemed so colorful,soft, different and yet forbidden to me. All I knew was at the age of 5 Iwas having fun, I was playing and I was enjoying my childhood. I enjoyedplaying Barbies, dressing her up with the other girls in the neighborhood,I never thought about it as being "unmanly" or "boys just don't do that!"Well. Everything you're going through I have already—what is it ... Sex?" he guessed."Yeah, I was in her bed last night, and she'd given me a blow job, and I came in her mouth. Then she asked me—if I wanted to fuck her or not?" I said."Do you?" Probably, but our bedrooms don't have locks on them, and our parents constantly come in unannounced. I couldn't risk it, John—I love her too much."We talked to each other a little longer, and we'd missed a whole class period talking about our sisters and what.