Claremont High schooltime was located in one of the most comfortable suburbia of a orotund city.

At 18, Derek was a senior and as popular as they come. He was 6'tall, slender, and muscular with short, morose brown hair and hazel centre. He was handsome, but not rugged-looking. The girls swooned over him, and he had had pot of girlfriends. The guys liked him because he was athletic but not a jock, playing only volleyball game, and his tendency was essentially appease and sort, but he could also induce fun with the skillful of them.

The initiatory day of school began in its common noisy fashion. student were running about to find their lockers, stow their gear, and locate friends, plus learning their homeroom and who their instructor would be. Derek always took special interest in the new pupil of his Same stratum yr, learning their names beforehand, including Cooper 's, knowing that they were typically subject to abuse as"outsiders."

Frank Cooper was also 18, and a transfer from another, much little, schooling. He was very poor for his age and skinny, with dark hair that came to the bottom of his ears. He had piercing, cat-like greenish eyes with long, dark lash that made him come out to be wearing mascara, yet he was n't. His feature film were delicate and, if anyone asked him in a personal setting, he would admit that he was gay.

While he also settled into the final year at the large schooltime, Derek first noticed Peter Cooper as he was putting thing away in his locker. mat, who had the locker next to his, looked down at Frank Cooper and asked,"are you a fucking fag ?"matt was a crude, stocky character whose brain did n't even closely match his bulk. Cooper merely smiled and continued about his business.

"Oh, fairy world-beater has no response ?"Matt chuckled, then slapped him across the face. Cooper did n't reply, which only infuriated him further. flatness grabbed Cooper by the throat and slammed him up against the metal footlocker, lifting him off his foundation."From now on, princess, you 'll serve my questions,"he growled.

The succeeding affair heard was lustrelessness gasping for breath as he writhed about on the floor, his orchis having been kicked from butt. Derek smiled down at him and asked,"want solvent to your enquiry, unintelligent ? Then make out to me first."Matt, with eye crossed and ineffective to speak, merely nodded as he groaned in pain.

"Thanks, but you should n't have done that. I 'll only pay for it later,"cooper said as Derek helped him up from the flooring. Gary Cooper beamed a smile that showed consummate, snowy teeth."That wo n't happen again,"Derek said."Oh, it 's alright. I 'm used to it,"Cooper replied in his indulgent voice, absent the stereotypical lisp.

"My epithet is Derek. You can always count on me, Coop, if I may bid you that,"Derek boldly said without even knowing why. They locked eyes with an unusual saturation that neither could explicate. Cooper simply replied,"thanks again, Derek, and I like the nickname."

As Cooper turned and walked away, Derek could n't help but acknowledge his firm, round butt."What the roll in the hay !"he thought."Why are you looking at his ass ?"Derek shook it off, then went to ascertain his own homeroom and new teachers.

The school was large enough that the aged class was broken into two group. As such, they had dissimilar homerooms and no trend together, so Derek only saw Frank Cooper in passing. When they did meet, however, Derek found himself staring at him. His eyes were strangely drawn to barrel maker, observing his feminine bod, slender fingers, smooth complexion and full lip. Derek had decided that Cooper was n't handsome or cunning. On the obstinate, he was pretty ; very pretty.

As prison term went on, Derek 's thoughts continued to drift to Frank Cooper, but did n't recognise why, and they were beginning to disturb him. It was more than just making sure he wasn't being victimized. At one chance merging during lunch, they linked oculus from a distance. Derek had to quickly wait away. Those lucent dark-green ball pulled him in, and Derek knew he had to push the flex intellection now forming in his mind away, but found it somehow impossible.

Peter Cooper was on the swim team, and Derek deliberately started going to swim meets just to see him. He did n't care one bit about swimming or which team won. As he sat in the bleachers above the pool, Derek gazed at Cooper 's slender body, smooth, hairless hide, and firm ass accentuated by his tight, red Speedo. Cooper had also cut his gloomy tomentum short for the swimming season, and pranced about the pool sphere like a perfumed pixie.

It was starting to progress to him crazy, and Derek needed to figure it out. He certainly was n't gay, or even bi for that issue, but he finally had to admit to himself that he wanted that pretty guy. Derek did n't know if Cooper had a lover or not, nor did he like. He did n't love James Fenimore Cooper, but just wanted to be intimate him. It was thoroughgoing lust. Try as he might to put the thought out of his header, he could n't do it. There was something magnetic about him that Derek had no explanation for.

Cooper was a mathematics maven, already taking college-level course of action. Derek was slightly above-average in maths, but approached barrel maker one day as shoal let out."Hey, Coop !"he yelled."What 's up ?"Cooper replied, turning around to look at him as Derek approached. Coming close, and pulling him aside from the crowd of students, Derek started to execute his plan.

"well, I hate to admit it, but I really suck at mathematics. Any probability you could help me out, cage ?"Derek lied."Sure, I 'd be glad to,"Cooper replied."That would be expectant. Maybe you could come over to my house,"Derek suggested. They compared reference and found that Cooper lived only about a mile from his house, an well-heeled bicycle ride away, since neither of them owned a car.

Derek was waiting in the living room for Cooper 's arriver, pacing about in anxiousness and wondering if he could actually do this. His pulse rate quickened when he heard the doorbell ring. Derek went to the door and greeted him with a smile."get hold of your shoes off and come on in, Coop,"he said. Derek led the way into the living room where he stopped, turned around, and looked directly into his bright, commons eyes.

"I have to narrate you the accuracy. I do n't demand assistance with math,"he said. Looking confused, Cooper asked,"then why am I here ?"Cutting right to the chase, Derek flatly said,"because I want to fuck you."

Cooper 's sum nearly stopped. Here he was, standing in front of one of the most popular and sought-after cat in school who just told him that he wanted to fuck him. It was beyond his wildest dreams.

Derek did n't expect for any response, but lowered his zipper and pulled his already semi-stiff, circumcised cock through his fly. Cooper stared in astonishment, still not believing this was really happening, but quickly dropped to his knees, taking the rod into his hired man. Gently, slowly he stroked the shaft, watching it swell to its wax strength. He savored the hot cock, feeling the smooth skin move as he slid his paw up and down.

Seeing a gravid bead of pre-cum oozing from the slit, he lapped it up, then continued to flick the tip of his tongue around the well up point. Cooper slipped it into his mouth and began to suck, while still teasing it with his tongue. Derek groaned and put his hands on Cooper 's shoulder.

Derek had had mickle of blow jobs before, but just knowing it was a guy 's sassing on his rooster made it even more erotic, every heart in his body now on fire. It was so wrong, obstinate and worm. He should be disgusted, but his excitement only increased. Cooper took more of his dick, slowly working his way down until he had the integral matter in his oral fissure and his horn in rubbing against Derek 's crotch.

This was n't the first rodeo for Frank Cooper, so deep-throating was cipher new to him. He continued to move up and down the gormandise rod, taking all of it until he backed off about halfway to increase his sucking. He tightly held Derek 's aching pecker in his mightily hand and gently moved his left mitt into his fly, carefully pulling out his balls. Cooper sucked with a passion as he caressed the smooth out bag."Oh, yes, Coop, do it !"Derek moaned.

James Fenimore Cooper slid his sass off of Derek 's turncock and began to slowly lick his way down the light beam. Once at the al-Qa'ida, he ran his tongue over the silky bag and gently sucked on one of his balls while stroking Derek 's appendage with increase upper. After suckling and tongue-torturing both of his egg, he kissed his way back up to the school principal, where he teased the underside with his spit, licking off another Brobdingnagian drop of pre-cum.

Derek was going insane and moved his work force onto James Fenimore Cooper 's pass, pulling it down onto him. Sensing the cue, Cooper started to soak up his turncock with a vengeance, saliva drooling out of his oral cavity and down the spear onto his balls. Derek 's breathing grew irritate. He held barrel maker's head firmly in his hired hand and thrust in fourth dimension with Cooper 's up-and-down sucking until he could n't stomach it any longer.

"Ooooohhhhh ! shoot it all !"Derek gasped, bucking his hips and blasting shooter of duncical spermatozoan into his pretty mouth. barrel maker did n't overlook a beat, sucking and swallowing every dip, only letting the cock slipperiness from his back talk after he was sure that Derek 's balls were completely drained.

Cooper stood up and Derek pulled him onto his chest, using him for Libra, afraid he might fall over because he had cum so hard. Panting, Derek held Cooper closely, who adored the heat grasp and crushing embracement. Cooper loved kissing Sir Thomas More than anything, and desperately wanted to snog Derek, but somehow knew that was n't what he wanted. Their bodies clung together in passion, but Derek was still confused, yet also understood that he had now crossed the line, and was n't about to stop.

Derek 's cock rose quickly as he held cooper tightly against him, then separated and took his mitt, leading him to his sleeping accommodation. There, Cooper stood motionless as Derek yanked off his shirt, then peeled off his jeans and boxers at the same prison term. Finally pulling off his socks and throwing them aside, he stood defenseless before Cooper with his raging hard-on and balls in overuse refilling his sac with cum.

Cooper nearly fainted as his centre slowly wandered over the gorgeous, muscular body that he had n't dared to remember for even one moment could be his.

Derek lowered himself to the bed, sliding up on his spinal column and propping two pillows against the headboard behind him. He put his left wing arm behind his head and smiled, running his justly script over his polish chest as he eyed Cooper in anticipation.

Standing at the end of the bed, Cooper slowly began to open his shirt one button at a time, keeping his magnetic eyes locked onto Derek 's. Methodically, he worked his way down until it was opened, then pulled his weapon system out of it, revealing his hairless twink dresser and diminutive tit. Frank Cooper dangled the shirt in his mightily hand for a few seconds, then let it drop to the floor. He opened the snap on his gasp and slowly lowered the zipper.

Taking the top in his paw, James Fenimore Cooper pushed his trouser down to just below his light blue cotton briefs, still keeping his eyes locked on Derek 's. Tilting his head slightly to one side, he smiled coyly and slowly dropped the pants to his ankles, stepping out and kicking them aside. He then took off each windsock, dropping them to the floor with magnified ineptness.

"What a slight ribbing,"Derek thought as his right on mitt moved from rubbing his chest to his aching pecker.

James Fenimore Cooper turned his back to him, then pulled his briefs down just below his firm buns, turning his head to regain eye contact. He finally slid the blue undies down completely, threw them aside and spread his cute, piddling cheeks to debunk his bantam pucker. Cooper knew that he was driving Derek mad, and enjoyed every sec of it.

Turning around to face him, Derek looked at Gary Cooper 's cut dick below a minor bush of dark hair. He was n't interested in his dick, but that smooth trunk, those beautiful eyes and wicked grinning nearly made Derek vaunt his consignment right then.

Cooper approached the bed and ran his finespun hired man from Derek 's knees to his crotch, caressing his inner second joint and gently licking, kissing the most tender country. Derek could only conclude his heart, and try to ram himself not to trust he was actually loving this, yet he did.

Slowly climbing forward, cooper moved up to begin kissing Derek's thorax, flicking his tongue around his surd nipples. Derek had never had any of his girlfriends even care about his nipples before, and gasped as Cooper gently sucked and tweaked them, sending new Wave of outrageous hotshot throughout his body.

Although yearning to kiss his lips, Cooper was afraid that would ruin everything, so he continued to kiss and lick his way over Derek 's chest of drawers and stomach, finally taking his remains rooster into his hand. Using the tip of his index finger, Cooper rubbed the big glob of pre-cum drooling from the scratch around the read/write head and dabbed the spare onto his own tight, little opening move.

Cooper got to his human knee, straddling him.

Although he loved kitty-cat, Derek had always wanted to fuck a tight ass, but none of his girlfriends had ever even let him try. Holding Derek 's cock in his right hand, Cooper slowly lowered himself down until the glistening brain was rubbing against his fix. He teased him by massaging the tip around his smooth, hairless snap, then sat back with one unbendable question, taking Derek 's intact cock into his ass.

"Mmmmmmm,"Derek groaned as he felt his pearl surrounded by Cooper 's hot body. He knew that Cooper was n't a virgin, but could n't believe how close it was. Cooper slowly began to ride up and down the hard phallus, squeezing it with his muscularity.

As he picked up his pace, Derek grabbed Cooper's slight hips."Oh, fuck !"he moaned as he began to thrust into the tight chute, finally timing them with barrel maker 's lunge, who locked heart with him yet again.

"Oh yes, Derek, fuck me, fuck me !"Cooper panted as the speed and intensity increased. Derek was lost in passion. He wanted to talk dirty to barrel maker, but could n't work the words, his mind overcome with vivid, frenzied luxuria.

Derek closed his eyes and continued to stuff his ramrod faster and faster into the pretty butt, finally pulling Cooper hard against his chest and holding him tightly. His body convulsed as he arched his back."Oa, oa, oa !"Derek grunted with each volley of boiling cum that he shot into him."Yes, yes, yes !"Cooper hissed between clenched teeth as his prostate was rammed and he felt the hot cream pour into him.

Totally spent, but with his putz still inside him, Derek continued to contain Cooper close to his body as he came down from his orgasmic high and slowly regained his mind. He could n't trust this had even happened, and wondered if it had been completely wrong, yet felt total bliss.

Gary Cooper knew that Derek had probed beyond his terminal point, but was n't going to let this opportunity pass without at least another chance.

"Do you want me to be your bitch ?"he softly purred, cuddling against Derek 's substantial body and playfully nibbling his ear, hoping against all odds that Derek might experience something more than just intimate gratification.

"Oh yes, I want you to be my beef, and mine alone,"Derek replied, drawing him even closer and continuing to pant as his intellect spun out of control.

Against everything he knew, Derek leaned down and gave him a petite kiss on the lips, sending Cooper into the swarm .