Claremont high school School was located in one of the most well-off suburban area of a large city.

At 18, Derek was a senior and as pop as they come. He was 6'tall, slender, and mesomorphic with short, dark brown whisker and hazelnut tree eyes. He was bighearted, but not rugged-looking. The daughter swooned over him, and he had had hatful of girlfriends. The guys liked him because he was acrobatic but not a jock, playing only volleyball, and his disposition was essentially aristocratical and kind, but he could also have fun with the best of them.

The first day of school began in its common noisy fashion. scholar were running about to find their lockers, stow their gear, and locate champion, plus learning their homeroom and who their teachers would be. Derek always took special interest in the new student of his same year year, learning their gens beforehand, including cooper 's, knowing that they were typically matter to ill-treat as"outsiders."

Cooper was also 18, and a carry-over from another, much smaller, school. He was very short for his age and skinny, with dark hair that came to the bottom of his ears. He had piercing, cat-like honey oil eyes with farsighted, dark eyelashes that made him appear to be wearing mascara, yet he was n't. His feature of speech were delicate and, if anyone asked him in a personal scene, he would hold that he was gay.

While he also settled into the final class at the large schooltime, Derek first noticed Cooper as he was putting affair away in his cabinet. Matt, who had the cabinet next to his, looked down at James Fenimore Cooper and asked,"are you a fucking fag ?"Matt was a oil, compact eccentric whose psyche did n't even closely pair his mass. Cooper merely smiled and continued about his business.

"Oh, fairy faggot has no solvent ?"Matt chuckled, then slapped him across the brass. Peter Cooper did n't react, which only infuriated him further. lustrelessness grabbed Gary Cooper by the throat and slammed him up against the metal locker, lifting him off his feet."From now on, princess, you 'll answer my doubt,"he growled.

The next affair heard was Matt gasping for intimation as he writhed about on the story, his egg having been kicked from behind. Derek smiled down at him and asked,"want answer to your interrogation, dolt ? Then arrive to me first."Matt, with eyes crossed and ineffectual to verbalise, merely nodded as he groaned in pain.

"Thanks, but you should n't feature done that. I 'll only pay for it later,"Cooper said as Derek helped him up from the storey. Cooper beamed a smile that showed perfect tense, snow-white teeth."That wo n't happen again,"Derek said."Oh, it 's alright. I 'm used to it,"Cooper replied in his soft representative, absent the stereotypical lisp.

"My name is Derek. You can always look on me, Coop, if I may anticipate you that,"Derek boldly said without even knowing why. They locked eyes with an unusual intensity 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 aid but observe his firm, round butt."What the fuck !"he thought."Why are you looking at his ass ?"Derek shook it off, then went to get his own homeroom and new teachers.

The schooltime was large enough that the senior course of study was broken into two mathematical group. As such, they had different homeroom and no courses together, so Derek only saw barrel maker in passing. When they did meet, however, Derek found himself staring at him. His eyes were strangely drawn to James Fenimore Cooper, observing his feminine habitus, lissome fingers, smooth complexion and to the full backtalk. Derek had decided that Cooper was n't bounteous or cute. On the obstinate, he was pretty ; very pretty.

As meter went on, Derek 's opinion continued to drift to Peter Cooper, but did n't know why, and they were beginning to disturb him. It was more than just making sure he wasn't being victimized. At one luck meeting during lunch, they linked eyes from a aloofness. Derek had to quickly search away. Those aglow unripened globe pulled him in, and Derek knew he had to fight the bend thoughts now forming in his mind away, but found it somehow impossible.

Frank Cooper was on the swim team, and Derek deliberately started going to swim meets just to see him. He did n't give care one bit about swimming or which team won. As he sat in the bleachers above the pool, Derek gazed at Gary Cooper 's slender body, smooth, hairless skin, and house ass accentuated by his tight, red Speedo. barrel maker had also cut his black haircloth short for the swimming season, and pranced about the pool area like a sweet-flavored pixie.

It was starting to make water him crazy, and Derek needed to figure it out. He certainly was n't gay, or even bi for that matter, but he finally had to take on to himself that he wanted that pretty guy. Derek did n't sleep with if Peter Cooper had a buff or not, nor did he care. He did n't love Cooper, but just wanted to get laid him. It was pure luxuria. Try as he might to put the sentiment out of his head, he could n't do it. There was something magnetic about him that Derek had no explanation for.

Gary Cooper was a math wizard, already taking college-level row. Derek was slightly above-average in mathematics, but approached Cooper 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 gang of scholar, Derek started to execute his program.

"fountainhead, I hate to admit it, but I really suck at math. Any prospect you could assist me out, Coop ?"Derek lied."Sure, I 'd be glad to,"Frank Cooper replied."That would be bully. Maybe you could come over to my planetary house,"Derek suggested. They compared addresses and found that Cooper lived only about a geographical mile from his mansion, an well-to-do bicycle ride away, since neither of them owned a car.

Derek was waiting in the living elbow room for Cooper 's arrival, pacing about in anxiousness and wondering if he could actually do this. His pulse quickened when he heard the bell ring. Derek went to the threshold and greeted him with a smile."engage your brake shoe off and come on in, Coop,"he said. Derek led the way into the living way where he stopped, turned around, and looked directly into his bright, light-green eyes.

"I have to secernate you the truth. I do n't need help with mathematics,"he said. Looking jumble, Frank Cooper asked,"then why am I here ?"Cutting right to the chase, Derek flatly said,"because I want to have sex you."

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

Derek did n't wait for any reception, but lowered his slide fastener and pulled his already semi-stiff, circumcised cock through his fly. Cooper stared in amazement, still not believing this was really happening, but quickly dropped to his knee joint, taking the rod into his hand. Gently, slowly he stroked the shaft, watching it swell to its full moon posture. He savored the hot shaft, feeling the smooth hide move as he slid his paw up and down.

Seeing a vauntingly drop of pre-cum oozing from the cunt, he lapped it up, then continued to riffle the tip of his tongue around the self-conceited caput. cooper slipped it into his rima oris and began to suck in, while still teasing it with his tongue. Derek groaned and put his hands on Cooper 's shoulder joint.

Derek had had mint of blow job before, but just knowing it was a guy 's backtalk on his cock made it even more erotic, every nerve in his dead body now on fervor. It was so wrong, perverse and twisted. He should be disgusted, but his agitation only increased. barrel maker took more of his dick, slowly working his way down until he had the entire matter in his oral fissure and his horn in rubbing against Derek 's private parts.

This was n't the initiative rodeo for Gary Cooper, so deep-throating was nothing new to him. He continued to impress up and down the scarf out rod, taking all of it until he backed off about halfway to increase his suction. He tightly held Derek 's aching dick in his correct manus and gently moved his left hand into his fly, carefully pulling out his globe. Peter Cooper sucked with a mania as he caressed the smooth bag."Oh, yes, Coop, do it !"Derek moaned.

Cooper slid his mouth off of Derek 's cock and began to slowly cream his way down the beam of light. Once at the root, he ran his tongue over the silky bag and gently sucked on one of his orchis while stroking Derek 's extremity with increased speed. After suckling and tongue-torturing both of his balls, he kissed his way back up to the forefront, where he teased the underside with his tongue, licking off another Brobdingnagian driblet of pre-cum.

Derek was going insane and moved his hands onto Peter Cooper 's capitulum, pulling it down onto him. Sensing the cue, cooper started to suck his cock with a vengeance, saliva drooling out of his mouth and down the spear onto his balls. Derek 's breathing grew ragged. He held Frank Cooper's head firmly in his hands and poking in time with Cooper 's up-and-down sucking until he could n't tolerate it any longer.

"Ooooohhhhh ! carry it all !"Derek gasped, bucking his pelvis and blasting shaft of thick spermatozoan into his pretty oral fissure. Cooper did n't escape a beat, sucking and swallowing every drib, only letting the tool sideslip from his mouth after he was sure that Derek 's balls were completely drained.

cooper stood up and Derek pulled him onto his dresser, using him for residue, afraid he might descend over because he had cum so surd. Panting, Derek held James Fenimore Cooper closely, who adored the heated grasp and crushing embracing. Cooper loved kissing Sir Thomas More than anything, and desperately wanted to buss Derek, but somehow knew that was n't what he wanted. Their consistence 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 prick rose quickly as he held barrel maker tightly against him, then separated and took his manus, leading him to his bedchamber. There, Cooper stood motionless as Derek yanked off his shirt, then peeled off his jeans and boxers at the same clip. Finally pulling off his sock and throwing them aside, he stood naked before Cooper with his raging hard-on and musket ball in overdrive refilling his sac with cum.

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

Derek lowered himself to the bed, sliding up on his book binding and propping two pillows against the headboard behind him. He put his left hand arm behind his heading and smiled, running his right-hand hand 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 sentence, keeping his magnetic optic locked onto Derek 's. Methodically, he worked his way down until it was open, then pulled his arms out of it, revealing his hairless twink chest and diminutive nipples. Cooper dangled the shirt in his right field hand for a few moment, then let it overleap to the flooring. He opened the press stud on his drawers and slowly lowered the slide fastener.

Taking the top in his hands, Cooper pushed his pants down to just below his light gamy cotton fiber 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 articulatio talocruralis, stepping out and kicking them aside. He then took off each sock, dropping them to the floor with exaggerated slowness.

"What a trivial teaser,"Derek thought as his rightfulness hand moved from rubbing his chest to his aching cock.

cooper turned his spine to him, then pulled his briefs down just below his firm buns, turning his head to regain eye liaison. He finally slid the bluing undies down completely, threw them aside and spread his cute, little cheek to expose his tiny pucker. Cooper knew that he was driving Derek mad, and enjoyed every instant of it.

Turning around to face him, Derek looked at Cooper 's cut dick below a small bush of morose hairsbreadth. He was n't interested in his cock, but that smooth body, those beautiful eyes and wicked grin nearly made Derek blow his load right then.

Frank Cooper approached the bed and ran his ticklish deal from Derek 's knees to his crotch, caressing his inner thigh and gently licking, kissing the most sore areas. Derek could only close his optic, and try to force himself not to consider he was actually loving this, yet he did.

Slowly climbing forward, James Fenimore Cooper moved up to begin kissing Derek's chest, flicking his tongue around his hard nipples. Derek had never had any of his girl even care about his pap before, and gasped as Cooper gently sucked and tweaked them, sending new waves of horrid sensation throughout his body.

Although yearning to snog his lips, Cooper was afraid that would ruin everything, so he continued to kiss and lick his way over Derek 's pectus and stomach, finally taking his stiff rooster into his helping hand. Using the tip of his forefinger fingerbreadth, Cooper rubbed the big glob of pre-cum drooling from the slit around the head and dabbed the excess onto his own tight, little initiative.

Cooper got to his knees, straddling him.

Although he loved slit, Derek had always wanted to fuck a wet ass, but none of his girlfriends had ever even let him try. Holding Derek 's cock in his correctly manus, barrel maker slowly lowered himself down until the glistening head was rubbing against his mess. He teased him by massaging the tip around his smooth, hairless crack, then sat back with one regular motion, taking Derek 's stallion cock into his ass.

"Mmmmmmm,"Derek groaned as he felt his bone surrounded by Frank Cooper 's hot physical structure. He knew that Cooper was n't a Virgin, but could n't believe how tight it was. Cooper slowly began to mount up and down the intemperately penis, squeezing it with his muscles.

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

"Oh yes, Derek, fuck me, have intercourse me !"Peter Cooper panted as the speed and intensity increased. Derek was lost in love. He wanted to talk dirty to Cooper, but could n't spring the intelligence, his creative thinker overcome with intense, frenzied lustfulness.

Derek closed his eyes and continued to stuff his ramrod faster and faster into the somewhat coffin nail, finally pulling Cooper hard against his chest and holding him tightly. His eubstance 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 fagged, but with his cock still inside him, Derek continued to hold Cooper close to his soundbox as he came down from his orgasmic gamy and slowly regained his mind. He could n't consider this had even happened, and wondered if it had been completely wrong, yet felt total bliss.

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

"Do you want me to be your beef ?"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 intimate gratification.

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

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