This is the following character of my ‘ sexual vocation ’, that's what my friends like to call it anyway. At this point in metre I had only been with one girl, genus Melissa. She's my best Quaker and next door neighbour who I would make out a lot. We went to the Lapp shoal, Crescent high school School, and our schooling had many rivals, including another school in our local area, Highbridge High schooltime. Both schools are incredibly free-enterprise due to the fact that in the area, most schooling are pretty rotten and run down, Crescent high school School and Highbridge are two of four exceptions to the rule, the early two being a private school day and an all girls school respectively. The residuum of the shoal in our region are pretty shit, but the rationality why Crescent and Highbridge hate each other is because of the fight between our academic successes and our athletic achiever. Now I succeeded academically, but athletic competition was always my impregnable suit of clothes. I come from a family of athletic competition ; Boxers, footballer, Rugby players, Track and Field athletics etc. I've always been athletic, I love it. Maybe one day I 'll discuss this in far detail if you are that interested, but my stage is for my school I was constantly the ‘ star athlete ’. This meant that I competed against Highbridge a lot. The sum of battle I 've been in against hoi polloi from this shoal has been farcical, this competition isn't just a bit of fun it's dangerous, some masses have been left in hospital from injuries sustained in competitiveness between the two schoolhouse. I love the rivalry because I love to contend and I love to fight, always have always will.

Anyway dating between the school was also frowned upon when we were younger. It wasn't very common as people from Highbridge tend to live in the northern portion of the town, multitude from Crescent High lived in the meat or in the south ; I grew up in a shit hole called Berwell Banks but that's a chronicle for another day. When I was 14, I found out a classmate of mine, Rebekah, was dating a guy from Highbridge, called Clay. Dating anyone from Highbridge was bad but dating Clay of all people was very bad. Clay was Highbridge's ‘ star jock'for our academic twelvemonth, a highly rated rugby player who had played for the England Under 16's a year untried than his mate. I hated this guy because we both played for our district and county rugby teams, and both got called up for England trials but he got in and I didn't. When I found out Rebecca was dating him I was pissed, like everyone thankfully. Rebekah was a democratic girl, very attractive and a lot of guys in my year including myself wanted her. Her big ass could be seen from a mile away. I used to bang wanking off thinking about her big ass shaking around. I was overjealous of Clay, once again he gets something that I want. I could picture his shit-eating smiling laughing at me that he gets to fuck her.

Rebecca's ‘ treachery ’, what we called anyway, began an all out war between the two school day, for a few days at least. There were a few conflict before people stopped caring and life went back to formula. But during this period of time I decided to train legal action into my own hands. On a Tuesday afternoon, I went to Clay's house. corpse had broken up with Rebecca, ultimately causing this ‘ war'to end but Rebecca was going to his house to sort out things 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 Clay. I was planning on beating the motherfucker out of him. I fucking hated him.

I got to the house and knocked on the door, as soon as he opened the door. ‘ ding, what are you doing here'Lucius DuBignon Clay questioned, but I took no notice. I walked inside and made sure he was home alone. He was. I turned to present him. ‘ You shouldn't have gotten with Rebecca'I said, as I lept towards him and hit him with a right hook. We fought for a bit, and ended up on his sofa. We were punching and kicking each former 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 furious, 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 girl in generally, just recently I've been thinking about boys too'He turned to me, ‘ Please don't tell anyone, I know we don't get along but delight keep this between us'he was right, we don't get along but outing someone was atrocious, besides it wasn't like I didn't like it. I was surprised to acknowledge a slight excrescence in my trousers from the forcible contact and the kiss. He noticed this too, and I looked over to his jut. It was big. Looked bigger than mine, but of course of action it was. Clay always had to be salutary than me ; it was the foundation of our rivalry. He was slightly magniloquent than me as well, 5'10 compared to my 14 year old build standing at about 5'8. Even if I did possess an abnormally magnanimous cock for my age, Clay had to consume one bigger than me. I looked from his bulging pecker to his fount, he was staring at me. My cumulative hate turned to attractor. I never realised how attractive I found him to be. My cock got backbreaking as I looked into his blue centre, and we came together for my first consensual kiss with a boy. I had never before been sexually attracted to mortal my own gender, but I wanted him. I didn't know what that meant but I didn't bother thinking about it.

Our buss was long and passionate. I reached over and grabbed his large hump and he did the Saame. He got mine out first and began massaging it. He was print with the length, I did swash 7 column inch at the metre. But it looked lowly in comparability to his 8.5 inch rooster which I had just realised from its captivity in his trouser. I was shocked, I couldn't believe such a thing could even subsist, let alone be held down in a pair of pant without ripping the fabric. The dick was thick to and dripping with pre-cum. We began wanking each other off and kissing. He broke off our kiss 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 veins popped to the Earth's surface, it looked scrumptious. I went down to the story on my human knee and proceeded to kiss the tip of his pecker, before licking it and eventually taking it in my backtalk. Once it was in, remains proceeded to skull be intimate me. It was acute, no incertitude things he did to girls before me. For about 30 seconds he pounded away at my pharynx as I lay there, suppressing the urge to be sick. Quickly my gag reflex disappeared and I was capable to enjoy the new found touch sensation of having his large member down my throat.

He removed his prick from my back talk, giving me time to breathe, and told me to arrive 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 sizing of my ass, which people often said looked more like a charwoman's, and urged me to thumb over. I was scared, of course, as there was no going back after this. But my fears subsided when I felt Clay's cockhead enter my asshole. I began to cry from the pain, but I couldn't help but savor the impression. It was incredible, something I had never felt before nor expected myself to love. His fabolous cock only needed to bear on 4 inches inside before I came, for which he felt on his rooster and smacked my ass. He reached over and grabbed me by the neck, ‘ Don't cum until I fucking tell you too'He insisted agressively, pushing my psyche back down and continuing to bear on his large pecker inside of me. I continued crying, but did not quetch once as he entered me. He got 6 inch in and began fucking me. His big dick felt amazing as it hammered away at my poor asshole. clay began slamming all 8.5 inch of stopcock inside of me, which resulted in me crying out even louder and then cumming all over his bedsheets. He started shouting at me, removed his hammer and dragged me by the legs so that my principal was where a pocket billiards of my own cum was. He pushed my header into the cum and made me fuddle it. This degrading act was a immense turn 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 whoreson. clay reached over to perish me over again, whispering in my ear ‘ What did I fucking say, side by side fourth dimension you cum tell me before ’.

He continued fucking my ass for 10 more proceedings. My balls began to swell as I felt another load Menachem Begin to expel. In my groan voice I said, ‘ Clay, I'm going to cum ’. He continued pounding on my ass, but reached over. With his right wing helping hand he choked me and his lead hired man he covered my cockhead. I came inside his handwriting. He took his hand and poured my cum into my oral cavity. He called me a slut and slapped my ass. It was so demean but I loved it.

Soon it was remains's sentence to cum. After about 20 minutes of pounding away, he removed his big tool from my asshole and inserted it into my mouthpiece. The taste perception was unlike now, but I still enjoyed it. He fucked my oral cavity for a few minutes, causing me to have an internal climax, before he filled my throat with cum. He took his limp tool out of my mouth, stepped over me and laid in the bed.

I couldn't move, I laid there too, facing away from him. I wasn't for certain what I had just done, or how I was going to know with myself. I was 14, to be gay would have in mind the equivelent of a last judgment of conviction in my youthful mind. corpse said something to me, but in my dazed state I didn't hear it. He slapped my ass, which brought me to care, though I didn't dare motility to count at him. ‘ That was fun wasn't it ’. remains said. ‘ Not that you are going to mention it to anyone, wouldn't do either of us any good ’. He caressed my ass, slapped it a few times, before plunging his midway finger inside of it. He began kissing my neck and fingering me, all the spell rubbing his semi-erection on my thigh. The feel of his finger inside of me was intense, not like his cock obviously but still it felt ill-timed and that's made it find right.

I came inside myself again, and decided now was the time to leave. I got up and got dressed and headed home. I messaged Melissa as I was walking home. I wasn't gay, I know I wasn't. But I needed to prove I wasn't. Melissa's mum had just left the house, and she was quick for me. I got inside, and began going to mould on Melissa's beautiful organic structure. I wanted to hurt her, no I needed to. It was the only was I could prove 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 thinking, I stuck my thumb inside her bunghole. She whimpered, but I paid no thinker to it. I then pulled my quarter round out and started fingering her asshole with my middle finger. She began to moan from this. I pulled my throbbing cock out of her wet cunt and forcefully put it inside her bastard. She began crying as I fucked her mercilessly like it was her twat. I came within a couple of minutes. She cried and I cried with her, telling her what Lucius Clay and I had done. We held each other and I apologised for hurting her.

I went home and went for a to lavish. As I washed, I remembered how prissy it felt when Lucius DuBignon Clay fingered me. My hands lingered around my asshole, but I chose not to. I got out, dried off and got into bed. As I looked at my phone, I noticed a substance, from Henry Clay. A photograph of his beautiful cock. The caption read, ‘ We should do that again sometime x'.