There's a boy that lives at the end of my street, about 14-15, high school age. I see him almost every day walking home from the bus. About half the time he's followed by these other kids who are constantly picking on him, the way shitty high schoolers do. Finally I began to head out and chase them off, give the poor kid some peace. He started hanging around and we'd chat. He told me the other kids were after him because he was gay, pissed off because he thought everyone was supposed to be passed this. Even his parents treated him different when they found out.

Cut to a few months later and he's hanging out willingly at my place after school, glad to have a space where he can be himself and not be judged. We'd hang out, play games, he'd talk about guys he liked and other stuff he really couldn't with anyone else.

I never mentioned that I was asexual, ostensibly straight. Maybe I should have, because he showed up one day a couple weeks back looking like the perfect little femboy. He said he wanted to thank me for giving him a place where he could be himself, that it took a huge weight off his shoulders.

I tried to tell him it wasn't necessary, but the kid was insistent. Before I knew it, I was back against the wall with my pants around my ankles and this cute kid giving me the most amazing head. Just thinking about feeling those soft lips around my cock again gets me worked up.

We weren't about to stop there, though. I brought him to my room, stripped him down. I never thought I'd say it, but this boy had the most amazing body. He must have put in effort too, I can't imagine anyone being naturally that smooth. I gave him what he wanted and claimed that sweet boy butt for my own. He moaned like a girl as he took my cock and when I put him on his back, he came like one too. I was a real thrill watching him pop his cork hands free, shooting cum all over his own chest and tummy.

The visits haven't changed, though they're a little less regular now that it's summer. We still hang out, play games, do plenty of stuff, but now and then we just stay in and spend the day fucking. He's a good kid and a fantastic little lay. I worry that what we get up to might get out, but I'm hoping that we can keep it under wraps until he's eighteen. At least that way what we've got will just be fucked up instead of illegal.