By my reckoning I was a good five minute walk from home "You're actually chucking me out....for farting?" It fuckin' reeks in here" he complained "Go ...on, hop it" But it's Christmas" I protested weakly "C'mon where's your Christmas spirit you old Scrooge?" If I didn't have to pay maintenance to my bitch ex wife and my son, I wouldn't be driving dirty fat chubbas like you home," he snapped angrily "I'd be drinking Christmas spirit down the pub with my mates. Now will you get out?!" Fine" I. There she was, sitting on the teeter-totter in the school playground. We were both in the third grade.Sure, the other kids poked fun at us. Boys weren't supposed to like girls, and most certainly not vice-versa. The grownups were relatively tolerant, smugly certain that this was something both of us would outgrow. Just a normal stage of development.But we didn't outgrow it.We had been best friends for years. Years of snickering and sly whispering behind our backs. Years of petty harassment by. I wanted to run, but I couldn’t even feel my own body anymore. Before I go on, I should give a little back story. My folks are divorced. My dad cheated on my mom when I was younger. It tore the f****y apart for a while. Eventually, after them trying to reconcile for a while, they gave up. In the divorce decree, my mom got full custody. My mom had to pick up two jobs because the c***d support was basically pittance. And, as early as 10, she stopped paying for a babysitter, and I was on my own. “Oh, Ryan, I love your cock. But, Joe, how about you join us,” she said so she can have both of our dicks in her face.As I approached her she grabbed my dick and engulfed it in her mouth.“Oh my god, Mrs. O, you are amazing at this,” I said as I looked down to see her bobbing her head up and down on my cock.Mrs. O then released my cock and switched back to Ryan’s. Mrs. O even gave both of our dicks a deep throating. She was really working our cocks, until she came up for air and announce that.