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My name is Adrian. I am 12 years old. Let me tell you something that happened last year. I did ballet. In fact ballet was my life. I loved to dance. I know that many think that ballet is for girls and sissies, but it is not. You can jump like a deer and spin like a fairy. You can be as graceful as a swan and show emotions like a mother. Ballet was hard. I was happy that Mummy made me do it when I was 7. Of course we wore strange clothes. In my dancing school we wore leotards and tights. But with time, I forgot that I had long hair, and wore girl tights. It was just something that I had to wear when I danced or practiced. At least I didn’t wear a tutu!

When I was 11, we had to move because Daddy got a new job. This also meant that I had to start at a new dancing school. I was nervous when I started, and thought that I wasn’t good enough to start at the new school. When I came in, there were 7 girls and 1 boy. I was used to being the only boy at dance, so I was happy that there was another boy. I changed into my leotard and tights. The new boys, whose name is Martin asked me if they were girl tights. I said I think so. He just said cool. I suppose that’s because he was wearing tights too.

When we were practicing at the bar, I noticed that Martin had a bulge. I knew what it was. It was his dick. I stared at it while stretching my legs and other ballet things. You could clearly see the outline of his dick through the leotard. I don’t know why my eyes were glued to it. It was as if I wanted to touch it. I could see Martin looking at me and smiling.

After class, we were in the changing room getting changed. My eyes were glued to Martin. He looked me straight in the eyes. He knew what I was looking at.his dick. My heart started beating fast when he peeled off his leotard. I couldn’t believe it. He was wearing pink undies. They were pink with a red bow in the front of them. I couldn’t believe that a boy would wear pink panties. He took them off and then I had a clear view of his dick. It was much bigger than mine. Maybe that’s because Martin was 13 years old. He asked me was I staring at his cock? This made me blush. I just pretended not to hear him. He told me to feel his cock, but I didn’t. I rushed out to Mum that was waiting for me.

That night, I dreamt about Martin. I dreamt about him springing in the air and twirling on his toes. I dreamt of the bulge in his trousers. I also dreamt about him changing his clothes and showing me his cock. I dreamt that I touched it. Then I woke up. I tried dreaming about it again, but I didn’t.

The next day, I was visiting my friend Chloe. We have always been the best of friends. We told each other our secrets and worries. We were playing with her Barbie’s when she said asked, “You look a bit worried today. Why?”

“I am not worried. Honest.”

“Then you look sad”

“I just had a weird dream”

“What was it? I saw Dr. Phil on TV. I can help you”

“Yesterday, I was dancing. There is this other boy there and I was staring at his you know what”

“His what?”

“His boy’s thing”

“Oh his cock,” she said, “What happened then?”

“Last night, I dreamt that I was touching it”

“Do you fancy him?”

“He is a boy and I am a boy. Boys can’t fancy each other”

“Some boys fancy boys, they are gay. There’s one way to find out if you’re gay?”

Then she called her dog in. He was a brown Labrador. He was quite big. Then she started feeling between the dogs legs. It looked quite funny, but she had that determined look on her face. Then she told me to look under the dog. She asked me could I see his cock? I nodded. Then she asked do I have butterflies in my stomach. I said yes. Then she told me to put the dogs cock in my mouth. I lowered myself closer to the dog and prayed that the dog would not bite me. But my heart was beating faster. The dog’s dick was so pink. It was a dick, and I was about to kiss it. I put my hand around it. I wanked the dog as my head was going closer and closer. Finally his cock touched my lips. I opened my mouth and let it slide in. It was slippery and wet. I started licking the top of his cock with my tongue. Then I started moving the cock in and out of my mouth. I could feel my own cock growing so I touched it with one of my hands. I was bobbing up and down his cock, and I felt so lucky. I thought that sucking a cock was fun. Chloe told me that I was a cocksucker. I smiled as the dogs cock was now huge in my mouth. I suppose it would have been hypocritical of me to say that I wasn’t. The dog suddenly spermed in my mouth. I coughed a bit and spit it out.

Chloe was very proud of me and told me I was a born cocksucker. She said that the other boy Martin must be gay, because why else would he wear panties? She gave me a pair of her frilly panties and said that I can loan them to wear them to the next ballet class. I held them up in front of me. There was no shortage of lace and frilly things on it. I quickly took them and said thanks.

The day came for the next ballet class. I packed my bag carefully making sure that there were leotards and tights. I looked at Chloe’s panties. I would look like a right sissy if I wore them. They were so pink and so frilly. I put them in the bag and wondered if I had enough guts to wear them. Time would tell.

I walked slowly in the changing room. Martin was already there changing his clothes. I could see that he had girl panties on. He was pulling his leotard over them. I could see his bulge once again in his leotard. I closed my eyes thinking of sucking Chloe’s dog. I was totally excited now and wanted to suck a cock so bad. I sat down and pulled down my trousers and took off my boxers. Martin was combing his hair. I could see that he was looking at me naked in the mirror. I took out the pink lacey panties and put them on. Then I quickly put on the leotard and tights. My heart was beating fast. First I was sitting naked knowing a boy was staring at me in the mirror, and then I put Chloe’s pink panties on.

I made some mistakes in ballet. It’s like my mind was occupied on something else. I kept looking at Martin and could see the bulge in his leotard. I could even see the outline of his panties. I knew that my dick was hard. I knew the others must have seen it. I wondered if anyone could see the lace and ruffles in my panties.

After dancing, I went in the changing room. I sat down on the bench slowly taking my leotard off. Martin already jumped out of his. He was naked. I could see that he was staring at my frilly panties. He also had a hard on. He came over and stood right before me.

“I Like your panties” He said

“They really are not mine”

“Who cares? They look good on you. I like the frilly bits.”

“Thanks”

“And I can see a tent in them. I wonder why?”

“I see your dick is also big and hard. It’s nearly touching my cheek. I was going to ask you something, but it’s too embarrassing to ask.”

“It can’t be more embarrassing than sitting in girls panties. Tell me what you are thinking.”

“True, I was just thinking if I can suck your cock.”

He didn’t answer. Instead he just moved his cock before my mouth. I stuck out my tongue and licked the top of his cock. Martin moaned straight away. This encouraged me to continue. I started moving my mouth in his cock. I started moving back and forth, while my tongue tried to massage the sides of the cock. It was just like sucking the dog. You go in and out, and sometimes you suck your lips together. I loved having his cock in my mouth. I played with it in my mouth, and went in and out. At the end it just squirted. I swallowed a bit and then started to gag a bit. I spit the rest of it out.

I was so happy that I sucked his cock. I agreed to visit Martin the next day. My heart was pumping extra when he suggested this. We could continue the next day! Mum saw my big smile in the car. She said it must have been a good dance lesson. I just nodded and told her it was the best. Of course it was the best was Martin. I told my Mum that I met a new friend, and I was invited to his house the next day. Mum said that it was nice that I finally was meeting friends. She didn’t know how much that I wanted the time to go.

The next day, I was standing at Martins door. My cock suddenly became hard when I knocked at his door. His mum opened the door and said that Martin was in his room. She showed me where it was. I think my eyes were very wide when I saw his bedroom. It was pink. It had pink drapes and a fluffy pink carpet. The bed had Barbie bed sheets. It was a girl’s room. Now I knew that Martin was more than gay. He was also a sissy. I sat on his bed and we talked about ballet and how hard some moves were. I was waiting to see his cock. I could see that he had a tent in his trousers, and I knew that mine was hard as could be.

There was some silence, and then he started wrestling me. I ended on my back with Martin pinning me down. Then he lowered his face and started kissing me on the cheeks. Then he kissed my mouth. He started nibbling on my lips. I will be honest, that this is when I learnt what summer flies in the stomach were. I just started kissing him back and letting him know that I thought he was cute. After I said that he was cute, he started sticking his tongue in my mouth. It was like our tongues started dancing. I put my arms around him and hugged him close. He was a good kisser and I wanted the kiss to last forever. I was confused, as there were feelings going through my body that I never experienced before. It was like electricity.

Just as I was getting into kissing, Martin started taking my clothes off. He was like an animal when he was doing this. Within a few minutes, I was naked. He was disappointed that I was not wearing panties. Then he stood up and started dancing. He was dancing ballet with a difference; he started taking his clothes off. I could see that he was once again wearing girl panties, and they had a huge tent in them. They also came off. That meant that we were both naked.

I thought that I would get to suck him again, but I was wrong. Martin told me to go on my hands and knees. I laughed. I felt like a dog. Then he stood before me and told me to wet his cock. I was a bit confused but decided to start sucking it. Once again I had his cock in my mouth. I was happy once again. I felt it with my tongue and sucked as well as I could. I put as much as I could in my mouth, without choking on it. Martin pulled out his cock just as I was getting used to it being in my mouth again. I started begging for his cock and he just went around me. He told me to stay on my hands and knees and make sure that I spread my legs. I felt like a horse, but I did it thinking that I could continue sucking his cock. It didn’t happen. I felt a sharp pain in my butt. Martin said I was so tight. I knew that he put his cock in my ass. He was fucking me. It is like we were one person when he was putting his cock in my ass. He started moving in and out. It began to feel good. I started meeting his thrusts and began moaning. He told me to moan quietly because he didn’t want his mother to catch us. I spread my legs farther. I could feel his hard cock on the inside of my ass muscles. I tried squeezing them. This made Martin moan even more

“Take my cock up your ass. I knew the first time that I saw you that you were a fag. You’re a puff that likes being a cocksucker and now you have a boy pussy”

The only thing I could say was that I loved him. I just realized what I said. I was a boy and I just said that I loved a boy. Then Martin let a final moan out. He told me that he was cumming in me.

The next day, I went to school. I saw Martin speaking with other boys. I went up to him and tried speaking to him. He ignored me. The other boys started laughing when they saw me. That didn’t bother me. My heart sunk when Martin just ignored me. I walked on through the halls. It seemed like everyone was pointing and laughing at me. I knew something was wrong, but I didn’t know what it was. I checked my clothes to make sure they were not on backwards. They were fine. I sat down in my class, and no one said hi to me. They were all snickering.

Chloe came and sat next to me and said, “Martin has told everyone that you are gay. He said that you suck dicks and love being bummed.” My heart fell even further. Martin told the whole school that I was gay. I didn’t understand him. I thought we were in love, at least in love with each other’s body. I kept on thinking about this all morning. I knew what my future would be. Everyone will think that I was gay.

At lunch time, one of the older boys told me to meet him by the bike shed. I was afraid that everyone would beat me up. When I got there, he was alone. We went behind the bike shed. He told me to get on my knees. He took out his cock. Then he said I was a cocksucker. This would be my future in school. I would be the schools faggot.