This is the next part of my ‘ intimate career ’, that's what my friends like to call it anyway. At this point in time I had only been with one girl, Melissa. She's my topper protagonist and next room access neighbour who I would fuck a lot. We went to the same school, Crescent High schooling, and our shoal had many rivals, including another school in our local arena, Highbridge highschool schoolhouse. Both shoal are incredibly private-enterprise due to the fact that in the orbit, near schools are pretty shitty and run down, Crescent High school day and Highbridge are two of four exceptions to the ruler, the former two being a private school and an all girls shoal respectively. The rest of the schools in our country are moderately snitch, but the reason why Crescent and Highbridge hate each other is because of the fight between our faculty member successes and our gymnastic winner. Now I succeeded academically, but athletics was always my strong suit. I come from a home of athletics ; boxers, footballer, rugby football player, Track and study athletics etc. I've always been acrobatic, I love it. Maybe one day I 'll talk over this in further detail if you are that concern, but my dot is for my school I was constantly the ‘ star jock ’. This meant that I competed against Highbridge a lot. The amount of money of fights I 've been in against people from this school has been ridiculous, this competition isn't just a bit of fun it's grievous, some people have been left in hospital from injuries sustained in fights between the two school day. I love the rivalry because I love to compete and I love to fight, always have always will.

Anyway dating between the schools was also frowned upon when we were younger. It wasn't very common as people from Highbridge tend to live in the northern part of the townspeople, multitude from Crescent high lived in the centre of attention or in the south ; I grew up in a tell on maw called Berwell Banks but that's a account for another day. When I was 14, I found out a classmate of mine, Rebekah, was dating a guy from Highbridge, called the Great Compromiser. Dating anyone from Highbridge was bad but dating Clay of all people was very bad. Clay was Highbridge's ‘ asterisk athlete'for our academic year, a highly rated rugby player who had played for the England Under 16's a year younger than his teammate. I hated this guy because we both played for our territorial dominion and county rugby 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. Rebekah was a popular girl, very attractive and a lot of guys in my yr including myself wanted her. Her big ass could be seen from a mile away. I used to have intercourse wanking off thinking about her big ass shaking around. I was overjealous of the Great Compromiser, once again he gets something that I want. I could picture his shit-eating grin laughing at me that he gets to have it off her.

Rebekah's ‘ betrayal ’, what we called anyway, began an all out war between the two school, for a few years at least. There were a few fights before citizenry stopped caring and life went back to normal. But during this period of time I decided to read legal action into my own hands. On a Tuesday afternoon, I went to Clay's family. Lucius DuBignon Clay had broken up with Rebekah, ultimately causing this ‘ war'to end but Rebekah was going to his house to assort affair out. At the last minute of arc she decided she couldn't bear to see him and instead I would go there, but she didn't tell Lucius Clay. I was planning on beating the darn out of him. I fucking hated him.

I got to the star sign and knocked on the door, as soon as he opened the door. ‘ notch, what are you doing here'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 Rebekah'I said, as I lept towards him and hit him with a in good order lure. 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 Rebekah, and I'm really attracted to her and miss 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 please keep this between us'he was right, we don't get along but outing someone was horrible, besides it wasn't like I didn't like it. I was surprised to mark a slight hump in my trousers from the forcible contact and the kiss. He noticed this too, and I looked over to his gibbousness. It was big. Looked bigger than mine, but of course it was. corpse always had to be respectable than me ; it was the foundation of our contention. He was slightly taller than me as well, 5'10 compared to my 14 year old frame standing at about 5'8. Even if I did possess an abnormally with child prick for my age, stiff had to have one self-aggrandising than me. I looked from his bulging cock to his face, he was staring at me. My cumulative hatred turned to attractiveness. I never realised how attractive I found him to be. My peter got intemperate as I looked into his aristocratical eyes, and we came together for my inaugural consensual kiss with a boy. I had never before been sexually attracted to someone my own gender, but I wanted him. I didn't know what that meant but I didn't infliction thinking about it.

Our kiss was long and passionate. I reached over and grabbed his large hump and he did the same. He got mine out first and began massaging it. He was instill with the length, I did bluster 7 inches at the clip. But it looked small in compare to his 8.5 inch cock which I had just realised from its captivity in his trousers. I was shocked, I couldn't believe such a thing could even survive, let alone be held down in a pair of trousers without ripping the cloth. The cock was dense to and dripping with pre-cum. We began wanking each former off and kissing. He broke off our osculation and insisted I suck his tool. I was surprised by how aegir I was to do it. His beautiful cockhead dripped with pre-cum and the veins popped to the surface, it looked delicious. I went down to the floor on my knees and proceeded to snog the tip of his pecker, before licking it and eventually taking it in my mouth. Once it was in, Clay proceeded to skull sleep together me. It was intense, no uncertainty things he did to girls before me. For about 30 seconds he pounded away at my throat as I lay there, suppressing the urge to be sick. Quickly my gag physiological reaction disappeared and I was able to revel the new found feel of having his magnanimous member down my throat.

He removed his rooster from my oral fissure, giving me time to breathe, and told me to come 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 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 fears subsided when I felt Clay's cockhead enter my asshole. I began to cry from the pain, but I couldn't assistance but enjoy the notion. It was incredible, something I had never felt before nor expected myself to savour. His fabolous stopcock only needed to push 4 inches inside before I came, for which he felt on his cock and smacked my ass. He reached over and grabbed me by the cervix, ‘ Don't cum until I fucking assure you too'He insisted agressively, pushing my brain back down and continuing to push his large cock inside of me. I continued crying, but did not kick once as he entered me. He got 6 in in and began fucking me. His big dick felt mystify as it hammered away at my pitiable motherfucker. cadaver began slamming all 8.5 in of cock inside of me, which resulted in me crying out even tawdry and then cumming all over his bedsheets. He started shouting at me, removed his peter and dragged me by the legs so that my head was where a pool of my own cum was. He pushed my header into the cum and made me drink it. This degrading act was a immense tour on for me. I quickly released how much I enjoyed tasting my own cum. He continued fucking me, all 8.5 inches slamming into my SOB. Clay reached over to foul me over again, whispering in my ear ‘ What did I fucking say, next time you cum tell me before ’.

He continued fucking my ass for 10 more minutes. My balls began to intumesce as I felt another onus begin to let go of. In my moaning voice I said, ‘ remains, I'm going to cum ’. He continued pounding on my ass, but reached over. With his right hand script he choked me and his go forth hand he covered my cockhead. I came inside his hand. He took his paw and poured my cum into my mouth. He called me a slut and slapped my ass. It was so degrade but I loved it.

Soon it was Lucius Clay's fourth dimension to cum. After about 20 minutes of pounding away, he removed his big rooster from my asshole and inserted it into my mouth. The taste was different now, but I still enjoyed it. He fucked my mouth for a few proceedings, causing me to accept an internal orgasm, before he filled my pharynx with cum. He took his limp prick 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 certainly 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 conviction in my youthful intellect. clay said something to me, but in my dazed DoS I didn't hear it. He slapped my ass, which brought me to attention, though I didn't dare move to look at him. ‘ That was fun wasn't it ’. corpse said. ‘ Not that you are going to note it to anyone, wouldn't do either of us any well ’. He caressed my ass, slapped it a few times, before plunging his midriff digit inside of it. He began kissing my neck and fingering me, all the while rubbing his semi-erection on my second joint. The feeling of his finger inside of me was intense, not like his cock obviously but still it felt wrong and that's made it experience right.

I came inside myself again, and decided now was the sentence to leave. I got up and got dressed and headed home. I messaged Melissa as I was walking dwelling. I wasn't gay, I know I wasn't. But I needed to try out I wasn't. Melissa's mum had just left the house, and she was ready for me. I got inside, and began going to work on genus Melissa's beautiful consistence. I wanted to suffer her, no I needed to. It was the lonesome was I could prove that I wasn't a faggot, I thought. I slapped her ass and called her a slattern, like Clay had done to me, but it wasn't enough. I stared at her asshole and knew what I had to do. Without thought, I stuck my thumb inside her asshole. 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 putz out of her wet puss and forcefully put it inside her motherfucker. She began crying as I fucked her mercilessly like it was her cunt. I came within a couple of minutes. She cried and I cried with her, telling her what Clay and I had done. We held each other and I apologised for hurting her.

I went domicile and went for a to shower. As I washed, I remembered how decent it felt when Clay fingered me. My mitt lingered around my asshole, but I chose not to. I got out, dried off and got into bed. As I looked at my telephone, I noticed a message, from Clay. A picture of his beautiful tool. The caption read, ‘ We should do that again quondam x'.