This is the next part of my ‘ sexual career ’, that's what my Quaker like to prognosticate it anyway. At this point in clip I had only been with one girl, genus Melissa. She's my best champion and next door neighbour who I would sleep together a lot. We went to the same shoal, Crescent High School, and our school had many rivals, including another school in our local area, Highbridge High School. Both schools are incredibly private-enterprise due to the fact that in the domain, nigh schools are passably shitty and run down, Crescent High School and Highbridge are two of four exceptions to the ruler, the former two being a private school and an all girls schooling respectively. The relief of the schooling in our area are pretty shit, but the reason why Crescent and Highbridge hate each other is because of the competitiveness between our academic achiever and our acrobatic successes. Now I succeeded academically, but athletics was always my inviolable lawsuit. I come from a family of sport ; Boxers, football player, Rugby musician, path and Field athletics etc. I've always been athletic, I love it. Maybe one day I 'll discuss this in further detail if you are that worry, but my point is for my school I was constantly the ‘ star athlete ’. This meant that I competed against Highbridge a lot. The amount of engagement I 've been in against people from this schoolhouse has been ridiculous, this contention isn't just a bit of fun it's severe, some mass have been left in hospital from injuries sustained in fight between the two schools. I love the competition because I love to vie and I love to press, always have always will.

Anyway dating between the schools was also frowned upon when we were younger. It wasn't very common as mass from Highbridge tend to live in the Northern section of the Ithiel Town, people from Crescent High lived in the centre or in the south ; I grew up in a take a crap hole called Berwell banking company but that's a write up for another day. When I was 14, I found out a schoolfellow of mine, Rebecca, was dating a guy from Highbridge, called Clay. Dating anyone from Highbridge was bad but dating Clay of all multitude was very bad. Clay was Highbridge's ‘ star athlete'for our academic yr, a highly rated rugby actor who had played for the England Under 16's a twelvemonth younger than his teammate. I hated this guy because we both played for our district and county rugby football teams, and both got called up for England tryout but he got in and I didn't. When I found out Rebecca was dating him I was pissed, like everyone thankfully. Rebecca was a pop girl, very attractive and a lot of cat in my yr including myself wanted her. Her big ass could be seen from a mile away. I used to have it away wanking off thinking about her big ass shaking around. I was jealous of mud, once again he gets something that I want. I could picture his shit-eating grin laughing at me that he gets to know her.

Rebecca's ‘ betrayal ’, what we called anyway, began an all out war between the two schools, for a few days at to the lowest degree. There were a few fights before the great unwashed stopped caring and life went back to normal. But during this flow of time I decided to take action mechanism into my own paw. On a Tuesday good afternoon, I went to Clay's house. Lucius Clay had broken up with Rebecca, ultimately causing this ‘ war'to end but Rebekah was going to his house to sort thing out. At the last minute she decided she couldn't bear to see him and instead I would go there, but she didn't tell cadaver. I was planning on beating the damn out of him. I fucking hated him.

I got to the house and knocked on the room access, as soon as he opened the door. ‘ Nick, what are you doing here'remains questioned, but I took no observance. I walked inside and made sure he was home alone. He was. I turned to face him. ‘ You shouldn't have gotten with Rebekah'I said, as I lept towards him and hit him with a proper hook. We fought for a bit, and ended up on his sofa. We were punching and kicking each other when he got the top mount. He looked down at me and all of a sudden, he kissed me.

He pulled back and we both sat there confused. I wasn't raging, just shocked that he had just kissed me. ‘ Are you gay'I asked, ‘ No'he replied angrily'‘ I don't know'he kept going ‘ I liked Rebecca, and I'm really attracted to her and girls in generally, just recently I've been thinking about male child too'He turned to me, ‘ Please don't William Tell anyone, I know we don't get along but please keep this between us'he was right, we don't get along but outing somebody was horrible, besides it wasn't like I didn't like it. I was surprised to notice a slight swelling in my trousers from the physical impinging and the kiss. He noticed this too, and I looked over to his protrusion. It was big. Looked cock-a-hoop than mine, but of row it was. Clay always had to be substantially than me ; it was the creation of our rivalry. He was slightly marvelous than me as well, 5'10 compared to my 14 year old inning standing at about 5'8. Even if I did possess an abnormally large tool for my age, Clay had to stimulate one grown than me. I looked from his bulging cock to his face, he was staring at me. My accumulative hate turned to attracter. I never realised how attractive I found him to be. My dick got harder as I looked into his blue eyes, and we came together for my first of all consensual kiss with a boy. I had never before been sexually attracted to someone my own grammatical gender, but I wanted him. I didn't know what that meant but I didn't pain in the ass thinking about it.

Our kiss was farsighted and passionate. I reached over and grabbed his large bulge and he did the like. He got mine out first and began massaging it. He was strike with the distance, I did boast 7 inches at the clock time. But it looked small-scale in comparison to his 8.5 inch cock which I had just realised from its captivity in his trouser. I was shocked, I couldn't believe such a matter could even exist, let alone be held down in a couple of trousers without ripping the framework. The cock was boneheaded to and dripping with pre-cum. We began wanking each former off and kissing. He broke off our buss and insisted I suck his dick. I was surprised by how eager I was to do it. His beautiful cockhead dripped with pre-cum and the vein popped to the surface, it looked delicious. I went down to the floor on my knees and proceeded to kiss the tip of his putz, before licking it and eventually taking it in my mouth. Once it was in, Clay proceeded to skull fuck me. It was intense, no doubt things he did to girls before me. For about 30 second gear he pounded away at my throat as I lay there, suppressing the urge to be regurgitate. Quickly my gag reflex disappeared and I was capable to enjoy the new plant feeling of having his great member down my throat.

He removed his shaft from my mouth, giving me fourth dimension to breathe, and told me to come in with him. I followed him to his bedroom, where we undressed and I laid on his bed. He sucked my dick for a bit, but became infatuated by the size of it of my ass, which people often said looked more like a woman's, and urged me to flip over. I was scared, of course, as there was no going back after this. But my fear subsided when I felt Lucius DuBignon Clay's cockhead enter my prick. I began to cry from the painfulness, but I couldn't help but enjoy the look. It was incredible, something I had never felt before nor expected myself to savour. His fabolous cock only needed to campaign 4 inches inside before I came, for which he felt on his hammer and smacked my ass. He reached over and grabbed me by the neck opening, ‘ Don't cum until I fucking recount you too'He insisted agressively, pushing my straits back down and continuing to push his vauntingly cock inside of me. I continued crying, but did not complain once as he entered me. He got 6 in in and began fucking me. His big tool felt perplex as it hammered away at my poor asshole. Clay began slamming all 8.5 inches of cock interior of me, which resulted in me crying out even gaudy and then cumming all over his bedsheets. He started shouting at me, removed his cock and dragged me by the legs so that my header was where a consortium of my own cum was. He pushed my question into the cum and made me tope it. This degrading act was a huge play on for me. I quickly released how a great deal I enjoyed tasting my own cum. He continued fucking me, all 8.5 inches slamming into my asshole. Lucius DuBignon Clay reached over to congest me over again, whispering in my ear ‘ What did I fucking say, next clip you cum state me before ’.

He continued fucking my ass for 10 to a greater extent proceedings. My balls began to swell up as I felt another cargo Menachem Begin to release. In my moaning voice I said, ‘ mud, I'm going to cum ’. He continued pounding on my ass, but reached over. With his right hand he choked me and his left hired hand he covered my cockhead. I came inside his helping hand. He took his hand and poured my cum into my mouth. He called me a jade and slapped my ass. It was so degrading but I loved it.

Soon it was Clay's time to cum. After about 20 arcminute of pounding away, he removed his big cock from my SOB and inserted it into my mouthpiece. The taste sensation was dissimilar now, but I still enjoyed it. He fucked my mouth for a few minutes, causing me to experience an internal sexual climax, before he filled my throat with cum. He took his hitch cock out of my mouthpiece, stepped over me and laid in the bed.

I couldn't move, I laid there too, facing away from him. I wasn't sure what I had just done, or how I was going to inhabit with myself. I was 14, to be gay would imply the equivelent of a death sentence in my youthful nous. Clay said something to me, but in my dazed State Department I didn't hear it. He slapped my ass, which brought me to care, though I didn't dare motility to look at him. ‘ That was fun wasn't it ’. Clay said. ‘ Not that you are going to cite it to anyone, wouldn't do either of us any good ’. He caressed my ass, slapped it a few times, before plunging his middle finger inside of it. He began kissing my cervix and fingering me, all the while rubbing his semi-erection on my thigh. The feeling of his finger inside of me was intense, not like his cock obviously but still it felt improper and that's made it find right.

I came inside myself again, and decided now was the clip to allow. I got up and got dressed and headed home. I messaged Melissa as I was walking household. I wasn't gay, I know I wasn't. But I needed to prove I wasn't. genus Melissa's mum had just left the theater, and she was ready for me. I got inside, and began going to work on Melissa's beautiful eubstance. I wanted to hurt her, no I needed to. It was the merely was I could leaven that I wasn't a faggot, I thought. I slapped her ass and called her a slut, like Clay had done to me, but it wasn't enough. I stared at her asshole and knew what I had to do. Without mentation, I stuck my thumb inside her asshole. She whimpered, but I paid no psyche to it. I then pulled my ovolo out and started fingering her bunghole with my middle finger's breadth. She began to groan from this. I pulled my throbbing cock out of her wet cunt and forcefully put it inside her bunghole. She began crying as I fucked her mercilessly like it was her bitch. I came within a twosome of second. She cried and I cried with her, telling her what Clay and I had done. We held each former and I apologised for hurting her.

I went place and went for a to shower. As I washed, I remembered how nice it felt when Clay fingered me. My hands lingered around my prick, but I chose not to. I got out, dried off and got into bed. As I looked at my phone, I noticed a message, from stiff. A picture of his beautiful peter. The caption read, ‘ We should do that again sometime x'.