I spent my childhood at my grandmas house while I was growing up, there was several kids in the neighborhood... I basically grew up in the ghetto side of town. I knew more black people than white. I went to a school where there was always atleast a fight a day, so I kept to myself for the most part.. when I was 17 I was asked to stay late after school in hopes to help ms. Joliet my favorite teacher clean her room and set up for the next day, atleast that's what I was told. My final class of the day is gym so I was going to shower before I went to joliet's room, when I stepped out of the shower hall I noticed my clothes were gone, at which time I noticed a new bag had replaced it. I looked in the bag to find a handful of women's clothes. I laughed a bit wrapped my towel tightly and went on my way to find the principal for a spare change of clothes, I got to the front desk asked for the principal, explained what happened, and he laughed and told me I'd be best off just going to ms.Joliets room right as I am. And bring that bag with you too, cutie.
Needless to say I was a bit flustered... Growing up in the ghetto I wasn't exactly the toughest, the biggest, most athletic, or even the smartest. Infact I would say those were all the traits of my only real friend growing up. We would spend hours locked in my room playing dress up and cumfirst. Which was a game formed between us, its when you each lay in 69 and give each other head, the first to cum loses... Well I was pretty good at this game well a certain part, I really enjoyed giving head. And I would say I was pretty good at it. I don't think he ever beat me.. my best friend was a black man named Darryl.he had about 8 inches in his pants and I would take it all. Never had any gay experiences other than with him.
And I was beginning to think we were meant to be. Well all that had changed when he moved away, we were both 17 at the time and I was thinking about him all the time. We went to school together left together and would stay at my grandmas with me..
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