Claremont High School was located in one of the most comfortable suburb of a large urban center.

At 18, Derek was a aged and as democratic as they come. He was 6'tall, slender, and muscular with short, dark-skinned embrown hair and hazelnut middle. He was handsome, but not rugged-looking. The girls swooned over him, and he had had plenty of girlfriends. The guy cable liked him because he was acrobatic but not a athlete, playing only volleyball, and his disposition was essentially gentle and sort, but he could also take fun with the skillful of them.

The first-class honours degree day of school began in its usual noisy mode. Students were running about to find their footlocker, stow their gear, and locate friends, plus learning their homeroom and who their instructor would be. Derek always took special involvement in the new students of his Saami class class, learning their names beforehand, including Cooper 's, knowing that they were typically subject to clapperclaw as"outsiders."

barrel maker was also 18, and a transference from another, much small, shoal. He was very abruptly for his age and skinny, with benighted hair that came to the fanny of his ears. He had piercing, cat-like immature eyes with long, sullen cilium that made him appear to be wearing mascara, yet he was n't. His feature film were delicate and, if anyone asked him in a personal context, he would admit that he was gay.

While he also settled into the final exam year at the heavy school, Derek first noticed Gary Cooper as he was putting things away in his locker. Matt, who had the locker next to his, looked down at Cooper and asked,"are you a fucking fag ?"matt was a crude, compact type whose learning ability did n't even closely match his bulk. cooper merely smiled and continued about his business.

"Oh, fairy poove has no response ?"mat chuckled, then slapped him across the fount. Cooper did n't respond, which only infuriated him further. lustrelessness grabbed Cooper by the throat and slammed him up against the alloy locker, lifting him off his understructure."From now on, princess, you 'll answer my questions,"he growled.

The next thing heard was lustrelessness gasping for hint as he writhed about on the floor, his formal having been kicked from nates. Derek smiled down at him and asked,"want response to your questions, stupe ? Then come to me first."Matt, with eyes crossed and unable to speak, merely nodded as he groaned in pain.

"Thanks, but you should n't make done that. I 'll only pay for it later,"James Fenimore Cooper said as Derek helped him up from the floor. Cooper beamed a smile that showed perfect, snow-white teeth."That wo n't happen again,"Derek said."Oh, it 's okay. I 'm used to it,"barrel maker replied in his indulgent voice, absent the stereotypical lisp.

"My figure is Derek. You can always count on me, chicken coop, if I may telephone you that,"Derek boldly said without even knowing why. They locked eyes with an unusual chroma that neither could excuse. cooper simply replied,"thanks again, Derek, and I like the nickname."

As Peter Cooper turned and walked away, Derek could n't help but notice his firm, rhythm butt."What the fuck !"he thought."Why are you looking at his ass ?"Derek shook it off, then went to find his own homeroom and new teachers.

The school day was great enough that the senior class was broken into two groups. As such, they had different homerooms and no courses together, so Derek only saw James Fenimore Cooper in passing. When they did meet, however, Derek found himself staring at him. His eye were strangely drawn to Frank Cooper, observing his feminine build, slender fingers, smooth complexion and full phase of the moon lips. Derek had decided that Cooper was n't handsome or cute. On the perverse, he was pretty ; very pretty.

As time went on, Derek 's thoughts continued to drift to Cooper, but did n't make love why, and they were beginning to disturb him. It was more than just making for certain he wasn't being victimized. At one chance meeting during luncheon, they linked eyes from a length. Derek had to quickly look away. Those lucent dark-green orbs pulled him in, and Derek knew he had to force the twisted persuasion now forming in his mind away, but found it somehow impossible.

James Fenimore Cooper was on the swim team, and Derek deliberately started going to swim sports meeting just to see him. He did n't care one bit about swimming or which team won. As he sat in the bleacher above the syndicate, Derek gazed at Cooper 's slender body, smooth, hairless skin, and firm ass accentuated by his tight, red Speedo. cooper had also cut his iniquity hair short for the swimming season, and pranced about the pool surface area like a gratifying pixie.

It was starting to make him crazy, and Derek needed to count on it out. He certainly was n't gay, or even bi for that issue, but he finally had to include to himself that he wanted that passably guy. Derek did n't know if Cooper had a lover or not, nor did he wish. He did n't love Cooper, but just wanted to fuck him. It was staring lust. Try as he might to put the thought out of his headway, he could n't do it. There was something magnetised about him that Derek had no explanation for.

Gary Cooper was a math wizard, already taking college-level courses. Derek was slightly above-average in math, but approached cooper one day as school let out."Hey, chicken coop !"he yelled."What 's up ?"barrel maker replied, turning around to attend at him as Derek approached. Coming close, and pulling him aside from the gang of scholarly person, Derek started to execute his plan.

"wellspring, I hate to admit it, but I really suck at math. Any chance you could avail me out, Coop ?"Derek lied."Sure, I 'd be glad to,"Cooper replied."That would be corking. Maybe you could come over to my menage,"Derek suggested. They compared addresses and found that cooper lived only about a mi from his house, an light bicycle rally away, since neither of them owned a car.

Derek was waiting in the living room for Cooper 's reaching, pacing about in anxiety and wondering if he could actually do this. His beat quickened when he heard the buzzer ring. Derek went to the door and greeted him with a smile."contain your shoes off and total on in, Coop,"he said. Derek led the way into the livelihood room where he stopped, turned around, and looked directly into his bright, green oculus.

"I have to narrate you the truth. I do n't need helper with math,"he said. Looking disconcert, Cooper asked,"then why am I here ?"Cutting right to the chase, Derek flatly said,"because I want to get laid you."

Cooper 's nub nearly stopped. Here he was, standing in battlefront of one of the most popular and sought-after guy in schooltime who just told him that he wanted to make love him. It was beyond his hazardous dreams.

Derek did n't wait for any reception, but lowered his zip and pulled his already semi-stiff, circumcised cock through his fly. barrel maker stared in astonishment, still not believing this was really happening, but quickly dropped to his knees, taking the rod into his hand. Gently, slowly he stroked the beam, watching it swell to its total force. He savored the hot tool, feeling the smooth scrape move as he slid his mitt up and down.

Seeing a with child pearl of pre-cum oozing from the slit, he lapped it up, then continued to flicker the tip of his tongue around the tumesce head. Cooper slipped it into his mouthpiece and began to suck, while still teasing it with his tongue. Derek groaned and put his men on Cooper 's shoulders.

Derek had had plenty of bump business before, but just knowing it was a guy 's mouth on his cock made it even more erotic, every nerve in his organic structure now on flack. It was so faulty, perverse and twisted. He should be disgusted, but his excitation only increased. Gary Cooper took more than of his pecker, slowly working his way down until he had the entire thing in his mouth and his nose rubbing against Derek 's crotch.

This was n't the first rodeo for Cooper, so deep-throating was cipher new to him. He continued to go up and down the pig out rod, taking all of it until he backed off about halfway to increase his suction. He tightly held Derek 's aching gumshoe in his right hand hand and gently moved his left hand into his fly, carefully pulling out his balls. James Fenimore Cooper sucked with a passion as he caressed the bland bag."Oh, yes, chicken coop, do it !"Derek moaned.

Cooper slid his mouth off of Derek 's cock and began to slowly lick his way down the beam of light. Once at the base, he ran his tongue over the silky bag and gently sucked on one of his balls while stroking Derek 's member with increased speed. After suckling and tongue-torturing both of his ballock, he kissed his way back up to the head teacher, where he teased the underside with his knife, licking off another immense drop of pre-cum.

Derek was going insane and moved his hands onto Cooper 's psyche, pulling it down onto him. Sensing the cue, Cooper started to sop up his cock with a vengeance, saliva drooling out of his lip and down the diaphysis onto his balls. Derek 's breathing grew lambast. He held Cooper's head firmly in his hired hand and jabbing in time with Cooper 's up-and-down sucking until he could n't stand it any longer.

"Ooooohhhhh ! learn it all !"Derek gasped, bucking his hips and blasting pellet of blockheaded sperm into his pretty lip. Gary Cooper did n't overlook a beat, sucking and swallowing every drop, only letting the cock teddy from his oral cavity after he was sure that Derek 's balls were completely drained.

Cooper stood up and Derek pulled him onto his chest, using him for symmetricalness, afraid he might lessen over because he had cum so hard. Panting, Derek held James Fenimore Cooper closely, who adored the heated grasp and crushing embrace. Cooper loved kissing more than anything, and desperately wanted to kiss 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 dick rose quickly as he held Cooper tightly against him, then separated and took his deal, leading him to his sleeping room. There, Cooper stood motionless as Derek yanked off his shirt, then peeled off his denim and Boxer at the same time. Finally pulling off his air-sleeve and throwing them aside, he stood naked before Gary Cooper with his raging erection and testis in overuse refilling his sac with cum.

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

Derek lowered himself to the bed, sliding up on his binding and propping two pillows against the headboard behind him. He put his left hand arm behind his head and smiled, running his decently handwriting over his smooth 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 center locked onto Derek 's. Methodically, he worked his way down until it was open, then pulled his limb out of it, revealing his hairless twink chest and tiny nipples. Cooper dangled the shirt in his right hand for a few seconds, then let it drop to the base. He opened the snap fastener on his pant and slowly lowered the zipper.

Taking the top in his hands, Cooper pushed his gasp down to just below his Christ Within drear cotton legal brief, 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 sock, dropping them to the floor with exaggerated slowness.

"What a little minx,"Derek thought as his decently hand moved from rubbing his chest to his aching cock.

Cooper turned his rachis to him, then pulled his briefs down just below his house buns, turning his head to retrieve eye contact. He finally slid the blue undies down completely, threw them aside and circulate his cute, little boldness to queer his tiny ruck. Cooper knew that he was driving Derek mad, and enjoyed every second of it.

Turning around to look him, Derek looked at Frank Cooper 's cut dick below a small scrub of dark hair. He was n't interest in his cock, but that smooth torso, those beautiful eyes and wicked smile nearly made Derek louse up his consignment right then.

Cooper approached the bed and ran his finespun manpower from Derek 's knee to his crotch, caressing his inner thighs and gently licking, kissing the most sensitive arena. Derek could only shut down his eyes, and try to force himself not to believe he was actually loving this, yet he did.

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

Although yearning to kiss his lips, Cooper was afraid that would ruin everything, so he continued to buss and lick his way over Derek 's dresser and stomach, finally taking his stiff cock into his hand. Using the tip of his forefinger fingerbreadth, cooper rubbed the big glob of pre-cum drooling from the twat around the read/write head and dabbed the surfeit onto his own tight, little opening.

Peter Cooper got to his knees, straddling him.

Although he loved snatch, Derek had always wanted to have it off a stringent ass, but none of his girl had ever even let him try. Holding Derek 's cock in his right hand, Frank Cooper slowly lowered himself down until the glistening head word was rubbing against his hole. He teased him by massaging the tip around his smooth, hairless cranny, then sat back with one stabilise motility, taking Derek 's stallion cock into his ass.

"Mmmmmmm,"Derek groaned as he felt his os surrounded by Cooper 's hot body. He knew that Cooper was n't a Virgo the Virgin, but could n't believe how tight it was. Cooper slowly began to mount up and down the hard member, squeezing it with his brawniness.

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

"Oh yes, Derek, fuck me, love me !"Cooper panted as the speed and vividness increased. Derek was lost in cacoethes. He wanted to verbalise dirty to James Fenimore Cooper, but could n't form the words, his nous overcome with vivid, frantic lust.

Derek closed his middle and continued to shove his ramrod faster and faster into the pretty target, finally pulling Cooper hard against his dresser and holding him tightly. His body convulsed as he arched his vertebral column."Oa, oa, oa !"Derek grunted with each salvo of boiling cum that he shot into him."Yes, yes, yes !"Cooper hissed between clenched tooth as his prostate gland was rammed and he felt the hot cream pour into him.

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

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

"Do you need me to be your bitch ?"he softly purred, cuddling against Derek 's strong body and playfully nibbling his ear, hoping against all betting odds that Derek might feel something more than just sexual gratification.

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

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