Jay flit was the best athlete our school had ever seen. He was fast. He was hot. He was everything the fille wanted. He had two kids already by the sentence we even started Senior year. He was the stereotypical all the guys wanted to be him, and all the girls wanted to have it off him type.

He reveled in beating me up.

Jay was 6'3, I was 5'9"on a good day. Jay was big and strong, I was short, weedy, and gangly. I had been made fun of my entirely vocation at Huln-Dawson schooltime territorial dominion in rural Texas. I moved in when I was in fourth grade, so it started as picking on the new kid. Then, I was only average out at sports, the only affair that mattered to the towny. When I was in Seventh grade, I got get fooling around with a friend of mine. He got a cock sucking and a relocation out of that hell hole out of the bargain. I got called every homophobic slur in the ledger for the rest of High schoolhouse.

Jay was the ring-leader of the group of jocks that, more or less, ran thing. I had one saving grace : his sidekick Jeremy and I played D & D together. phantasy was one of my few time out from the constant abuse I endured. Jeremy was all of the things Jay was not. Jeremy was a late bloomer, but was fairly good looking, but he liked Sci-Fi and Fantasy too a good deal to be cool and was not very into fun. So, starting in Ninth form, I finally stopped getting the beatnik down weekly. Instead, I was mostly ignored outside of the occasional dislogistic homophobic smear aimed at me, things were not bad.

Jeremy and his younger sister Mandi and a couple of other champion of ours would meet every Thursday after school and play D & D. I was a monk and loved the part of keeping mobs in control I imagine I loved that so much because that was what I was lacking in my life, ascendency. Mandi looked like a long-haired interpretation of Jeremy ; blond tomentum, sorry center, slim build, dimples, a winning smiling. The entirely difference was, she was a girl, and she was unseasoned so therefore smaller.

summertime was rough on our gameplay with vacations and camps and such. So, one hot June night found Mandi, Jeremy and I playing television games in the basement instead of D & D. I was a little lounge around not to get to do our normal thing, but Dr. Pepper and telecasting games were a honest trade. About that time, Jay walked in. He looked at me and said,

"Hey faggot."

I replied,"My name is Thomas."

He replied,"That is okay fairy, I know your figure. Guess who I am taking out tonight ? That is ripe, it is your babe, Kara. I can't wait to fuck her like the bitch she is. I'm going in bareback, too, so you'll have a fiddling illegitimate running around that looks just like me."He laughed.

I was seething. Anyone could have read it on my face, but I knew the futility of going up against Jay.

"See you, fag."He threw out as he walked out of the house.

I didn't particularly care for my older sister, but I was still pissed at Jay. The idea of her having his kid didn't sit well with me either. I assuredly would get to parcel in the former nights involved in infant care. I prayed it wouldn't take when Jay fucked my sister. Him getting laid was a waive conclusion, because he'd either get what he wanted, or he'd take it. Either way, I knew my sister was getting fucked that night.

Jeremy and Mandi had stayed smooth while I was accosted. I couldn't charge them, but afterwards they went on acting like nix had even happened. I seethed more. How could my friends not resist up for me or even comfort me after their sidekick just savaged my soul right there in movement of them. I remained quiet and took my leave after a half hour or so.

cum the end of July, we got the newsworthiness. My sister told Mom she was pregnant with Jay's baby. I cried for a unanimous night distraught and insulted. The rage began to build in me. I had to formulate a plan. I had to have my retaliation finally and once for all against Jay. Dad was out of the picture, but my Dad's father lived in town and was sort of a troglodyte, a closed book. Mom rarely took us to see him and he didn't make it his patronage to see us. I knew he could help me.

"gramps, good to see you."I said.

"What do you want, scamp ?"he eyed me cautiously."You wouldn't seminal fluid over for nothing, so talk."

I spilled. I told him everything. The abuse, the name calling, how my champion wouldn't stand up for me. How my sister got knocked up by my uncollectible opposition.

"Son, you got a problem."I thought to myself"obviously Gramps. Thanks."

He arose and motioned for me to stick with him down into his basement. I couldn't believe my eyes. Every square in of the cellar was covered in smut. Stuff I had never seen. Stuff I could never imagine. Stuff that I'm pretty sure was illegal. There was a bed, a press, and a chest of drawers. He pulled out a drawer and handed me a tin of mints.

I looked at him incredulously. He said to me,"Stow it, son, you're practically an adult now. We're going to get revenge the Walker way. I had four sons. Only your pa was from a loving marriage. The former three ? Girls connected to people who tried to fuck me over, so I fucked their girlfriends or baby. In fact, I'm the Cartesian product of my dad revenge fucking the girlfriend of his scoop acquaintance. You're going to steal these tablet into his Sister's deglutition and you're going to get laid the darn out of her and bust a nut in her. That fucker will learn."

I said,"Grandpa, won't she just get an abortion ?"

Grandpa said,"Use your damned principal son, her Daddy is the Baptist minister. Jay's already got 2 little bastards. They don't get abortions, or they would've paid for one for Jay's whores he fucked."

I took my leave. I had an ethical dilemma on my hands. Jeremy and Mandi were my protagonist, but they hadn't stood up for me against Jay. I was angry, but would it be right to admit such a severe revenge ? There was a s issue, I had only ever had sex with other son. It wasn't like I was purely gay, I thought I might be bi, but I had no experience with a vagina at all. No girlfriend at the school would even get to believe dating me. one-third was logistics. I wasn't sure how I could work things out. I kept the oral contraceptive with me as I considered my plan.

Aug rolled around, and it was my turn to host D & D. Once again, it was just Mandi, Jeremy, and me again. We played video recording secret plan again. After about twenty minutes, I asked them if they wanted anything to wassail. I had decided to put my grandad's architectural plan in motion. I spiked both drunkenness, gave them to them, and waited for the effects to kick in.

Both Jeremy and Mandi were out after about XV minutes. Cold. I checked a span of times, clapped my helping hand, got no response but a snore out of Jeremy. I grabbed the bottle of lube I took out of Mom's privy. I had read that it might help if Mandi was a virgin or wasn't wet. I took my apparel off. Mandi was wearing some shortly acrobatic shorts over her pink scanty. They came off in no time. I rolled her over. I applied the lube to both of us. Her pussy was hairless, which I liked. From watching porn, I had expected the lips to be more pronounce, she was pretty flavorless. My dick isn't huge, but it gets the job done, I'm not entirely inauspicious in that area. My heart was pounding. My cock was harder than I had ever been. I lined myself up to her William Henry Gates and… I came. The foreland of my cock barely contacted her pussy and I came all over her. I was pissed. All of this set up and this was all I could grapple ? I pushed my tool in a bit, but it just kept shrinking. I thought I surely had gotten some of my germ in. I sat down on the couch to see if I could get it back up.

After jacking off for a bit, I got my camera and I went over to Jeremy. I had always wondered what it would be like to suck him off. I pulled his dick out of boxers. I put my mouthpiece on him. He didn't move. I sucked his dick to a semifinal. Then I got a good angle and got his dick and face in a picture. Then, I pulled his underdrawers down. I was beginning to get tough, so I lubed myself up and slipped into his ass. I used the tripod I had to take a crap sure I got photos of Jeremy getting fucked that he couldn't deny. I was getting close, so I decided to quit. I got my towel, wiped off my prick, re-lubed, and went over to Mandi.

Mandi looked beautiful. I almost felt bad for what I was about to do. I lined up and pushed in. I felt a slight resistance. I assume it was her hymen. I backed up, focused my pressure to my dick, and I pushed. It felt amazing. I was really in a girl for the first-class honours degree time ! I shot a few pictures and then I focused on coating. After a couple of minute of arc I could feel it building and then, manna from heaven ! I had my orgasm. It was as magnanimous as the for the first time one, but it was entirely inside her !

A span of months later it became clear that something was going on with Mandi. Eventually, Jeremy and she figured out that the only home she could have been messed with was my menage where they had inexplicably fallen asleep. Her Dad met with my Mom. He said he wanted to talk to us before he went to the cops.

"You're going to be in a lot of trouble, son."reverend Dart said."You raped my daughter."

My Mom said,"Now, now, Reverend, how can we be sure."

I stopped her. I threw an envelope on the table. clergyman Dart pulled the pictures out.

"Reverend, Jay tormented me for a farsighted time. It stops now, and I'm not going to jail for anything. Because if anyone ever hears about it, these pictures will be plastered all over the internet."

The Reverend rose, tipped his hat to my Mom, glared at me, and walked out. Mandi named our son Dylan Thomas. He is now six and in First level .