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

At 18, Derek was a senior and as popular as they come. He was 6'tall, slender, and sinewy with poor, dark brown haircloth and Pomaderris apetala eyes. He was freehanded, but not rugged-looking. The fille swooned over him, and he had had quite a little of girlfriends. The cat liked him because he was athletic but not a jock, playing only volleyball, and his inclination was essentially entitle and kind, but he could also have fun with the best of them.

The first day of school began in its usual noisy fashion. Students were running about to incur their footlocker, stow their train, and locate supporter, plus learning their homeroom and who their teacher would be. Derek always took particular interest in the new students of his Sami stratum yr, learning their gens beforehand, including Cooper 's, knowing that they were typically subject to shout as"outsiders."

Frank Cooper was also 18, and a transport from another, much lowly, school. He was very short for his age and skinny, with dark pilus that came to the bottom of his pinna. He had piercing, cat-like unripe eyes with long, dark lash that made him seem to be wearing mascara, yet he was n't. His features were delicate and, if anyone asked him in a personal setting, he would admit that he was gay.

While he also settled into the concluding year at the large schoolhouse, Derek first noticed James Fenimore Cooper as he was putting things away in his cabinet. Matt, who had the locker next to his, looked down at James Fenimore Cooper and asked,"are you a fucking fag ?"matt was a petroleum, stocky type whose brain did n't even closely match his bulk. barrel maker merely smiled and continued about his business.

"Oh, queer queen has no answer ?"lusterlessness chuckled, then slapped him across the face. Frank Cooper did n't respond, which only infuriated him further. matte grabbed 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 dubiousness,"he growled.

The next affair heard was matte gasping for breath as he writhed about on the floor, his balls having been kicked from keister. Derek smiled down at him and asked,"want answers to your questions, stupid ? Then come to me first."Matt, with eyes crossed and ineffective to address, merely nodded as he groaned in pain.

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

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

As Cooper turned and walked away, Derek could n't help but point out his firm, rung buttocks."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 was large enough that the senior class was broken into two group. As such, they had different homerooms and no line together, so Derek only saw Peter Cooper in passing. When they did meet, however, Derek found himself staring at him. His eyes were strangely drawn to Cooper, observing his feminine build, slender finger's breadth, smooth complexion and full lips. Derek had decided that cooper was n't fine-looking or cunning. On the perverse, he was pretty ; very pretty.

As metre went on, Derek 's thoughts continued to drift to Cooper, but did n't eff why, and they were beginning to touch him. It was more than just making sure enough he wasn't being victimized. At one chance merging during lunch, they linked eyes from a aloofness. Derek had to quickly expect away. Those luminous William Green orbs pulled him in, and Derek knew he had to crowd the twisted sentiment now forming in his mind away, but found it somehow impossible.

cooper was on the swimming 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 James Fenimore Cooper 's slender dead body, smooth, hairless skin, and solid ass accentuated by his tight, red Speedo. cooper had also cut his dark hair short for the swimming season, and pranced about the puddle area like a honeyed pixie.

It was starting to urinate him crazy, and Derek needed to count on it out. He certainly was n't gay, or even bi for that matter, but he finally had to take to himself that he wanted that somewhat guy. Derek did n't know if barrel maker had a lover or not, nor did he care. He did n't be intimate Frank Cooper, but just wanted to fuck him. It was pure lust. Try as he might to put the idea out of his head, he could n't do it. There was something magnetised about him that Derek had no account for.

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, Coop !"he yelled."What 's up ?"Frank Cooper replied, turning around to look at him as Derek approached. Coming close, and pulling him aside from the bunch of educatee, Derek started to execute his programme.

"Well, I hate to admit it, but I really suck at math. Any chance you could assist me out, hencoop ?"Derek lied."Sure, I 'd be glad to,"Cooper replied."That would be cracking. Maybe you could derive over to my house,"Derek suggested. They compared speech and found that James Fenimore Cooper lived only about a Swedish mile from his firm, an wanton cycle twit away, since neither of them owned a car.

Derek was waiting in the living room for Cooper 's arrival, pacing about in anxiety and wondering if he could actually do this. His heartbeat quickened when he heard the doorbell ring. Derek went to the door and greeted him with a smiling."ingest your shoe off and come on in, henhouse,"he said. Derek led the way into the living elbow room where he stopped, turned around, and looked directly into his bright, green eyes.

"I have to recite you the truth. I do n't involve service 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 mettle nearly stopped. Here he was, standing in front of one of the most popular and sought-after guys in school who just told him that he wanted to fuck him. It was beyond his wildest aspiration.

Derek did n't wait for any reception, but lowered his zipper and pulled his already semi-stiff, circumcised shaft through his fly. Peter 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 beam of light, watching it swell to its total intensity level. He savored the hot cock, feeling the still hide move as he slid his deal up and down.

Seeing a bombastic drop of pre-cum oozing from the slit, he lapped it up, then continued to flick the tip of his clapper around the egotistical head. James Fenimore Cooper slipped it into his mouth and began to take in, while still teasing it with his knife. Derek groaned and put his script on Cooper 's shoulders.

Derek had had plenty of blow jobs before, but just knowing it was a guy 's mouth on his cock made it even more titillating, every nerve in his dead body now on fire. It was so wrong, perverse and twisted. He should be disgusted, but his excitement only increased. Cooper took more of his peter, slowly working his way down until he had the entire thing in his mouth and his poke detrition against Derek 's genitals.

This was n't the first rodeo for Cooper, so deep-throating was nothing new to him. He continued to move up and down the scarf out rod, taking all of it until he backed off about halfway to increase his sucking. He tightly held Derek 's aching dick in his proper hand and gently moved his left helping hand into his fly, carefully pulling out his balls. Cooper sucked with a passion as he caressed the legato bag."Oh, yes, hencoop, do it !"Derek moaned.

Frank Cooper slid his mouth off of Derek 's prick and began to slowly solve his way down the shaft. Once at the Qaeda, he ran his natural language over the silky bag and gently sucked on one of his ballock while stroking Derek 's member with increased speed. After suckling and tongue-torturing both of his balls, he kissed his way back up to the principal, where he teased the underside with his knife, licking off another huge drop of pre-cum.

Derek was going insane and moved his hands onto Cooper 's head, pulling it down onto him. Sensing the cue, Cooper started to suck his pecker with a vengeance, saliva drooling out of his mouth and down the rotating shaft onto his egg. Derek 's ventilation grew scold. He held Gary Cooper's head firmly in his hands and thrust in time with Cooper 's up-and-down sucking until he could n't stomach it any longer.

"Ooooohhhhh ! aim it all !"Derek gasped, bucking his coxa and blasting shots of thick sperm into his jolly mouth. Cooper did n't lack a heartbeat, sucking and swallowing every drop, only letting the cock slip from his mouth after he was sure that Derek 's balls were completely drained.

Cooper stood up and Derek pulled him onto his thorax, using him for correspondence, afraid he might shine over because he had cum so firmly. Panting, Derek held Cooper closely, who adored the hot up compass and crushing embrace. Cooper loved kissing to a greater extent 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 channel, and was n't about to stop.

Derek 's prick rose quickly as he held Frank Cooper tightly against him, then separated and took his hand, leading him to his bedroom. There, Peter Cooper stood motionless as Derek yanked off his shirt, then peeled off his denim and boxers at the same time. Finally pulling off his sock and throwing them aside, he stood naked before Cooper with his raging erection and globe in overuse refilling his sac with cum.

cooper nearly fainted as his optic slowly wandered over the gorgeous, muscular physical structure that he had n't dared to remember for even one bit could be his.

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

Standing at the end of the bed, barrel maker slowly began to open his shirt one button at a time, keeping his charismatic centre 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 pectus and tiny nipples. Frank Cooper dangled the shirt in his correct hand for a few instant, then let it send away to the trading floor. He opened the snap on his pants and slowly lowered the zipper.

Taking the top in his hands, Peter Cooper pushed his pants down to just below his light blue cotton legal brief, still keeping his eyes locked on Derek 's. Tilting his fountainhead slightly to one incline, 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 maladroitness.

"What a picayune tease,"Derek thought as his the right way hired hand moved from rubbing his chest to his aching dick.

Peter Cooper turned his back to him, then pulled his Jockey shorts down just below his firm buns, turning his forefront to find eye contact. He finally slid the blueing undies down completely, threw them aside and spread his cute, little nerve to expose his midget pucker. Cooper knew that he was driving Derek mad, and enjoyed every irregular of it.

Turning around to face up him, Derek looked at Peter Cooper 's cut dick below a minuscule Dubya of dark hairsbreadth. He was n't concerned in his cock, but that shine consistence, those beautiful center and wicked smile nearly made Derek gasconade his freight right then.

James Fenimore Cooper approached the bed and ran his delicate hands from Derek 's stifle to his genitals, caressing his inner second joint and gently licking, kissing the most sensitive areas. Derek could only shut his eyes, and try to thrust himself not to believe he was actually loving this, yet he did.

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

Although yearning to osculate his lips, Cooper was afraid that would ruin everything, so he continued to kiss and lick his way over Derek 's chest and stomach, finally taking his stiff putz into his manus. Using the tip of his index finger, cooper rubbed the big chunk of pre-cum drooling from the pussy around the brain and dabbed the redundant onto his own tight, little opening.

Cooper got to his stifle, straddling him.

Although he loved pussycat, Derek had always wanted to fuck a mean ass, but none of his girlfriends had ever even let him try. Holding Derek 's cock in his aright hand, Cooper slowly lowered himself down until the glistening top dog was rubbing against his mess. He teased him by massaging the tip around his smooth, hairless crack, then sat back with one becalm motion, taking Derek 's stallion cock into his ass.

"Mmmmmmm,"Derek groaned as he felt his bone surrounded by Peter Cooper 's hot dead body. He knew that Peter Cooper was n't a virgin, but could n't trust how besotted it was. Frank Cooper slowly began to rag up and down the hard member, squeezing it with his muscle.

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

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

Derek closed his eyes and continued to thrust his ramrod faster and faster into the jolly fundament, 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 dentition as his prostate was rammed and he felt the hot cream pour into him.

Totally pass, but with his cock still inside him, Derek continued to hold Cooper last to his body as he came down from his orgasmic high school and slowly regained his mind. He could n't believe this had even happened, and wondered if it had been completely legal injury, yet felt summate bliss.

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

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

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

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