In my early grades I liked this boy in my class. One day I couldn't resist and I kissed him on the cheek. He shoved me away and called gay. I sucked him a lot, we are talking fifth, sixth, seventh grade, but he said he wasn't gay because I was the one sucking him. He sat on the couch watching afternoon television and I lay with my head on his lap and my hand on his crotch and kissed his pants and he would let me unzip him and suck his dick while he watched television. But he wasn't gay, he just let me do it because I wanted to.