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The names in this story have been changed to bear on the identities of those in it.

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I am 16 years old. I weight about 210 pounds, have a very muscular shape ( thanks to the gym ), and am 6'2 '' tall. I do not experience any fat on my dead body, all muscle ( except for the fragile dearest grip ), 6 clique showing. I grew up in a fairly large suburb and was raised in the Christian faith. I had grown to know around the age of 13 I had feeling about the great unwashed of my own gender, but was ignorant of them and did not express them in the slender publicly or privately ... until I met James.

St. James the Apostle is 6'1 '', 195 Lebanese pound, and does not deliver an Panthera uncia of fat on his body. I mean he is ripped head to toe, 6 pack ( almost an 8 pack : ) ), toned as hell muscles, and a hot hot hot butt. James and I have played football game together since we were youngster, and boy have I fantasized about him for years, and hid it well may I say.

We played football and baseball all the way through our childhood days together, and were best friends all along the way. James I always had the hot girlfriend through gradeschool, while I was more private and did not get as many. He was very nice and considerate to all citizenry, which I loved about him. He was genuinely a sweetheart.

As metre has it, I began to stimulate flavor for James River, deep spirit. When he was sad, I was sad. When he was happy, I was happy, and I loved that. James was not a homophobe, but he openly expressed his feelings about how people became gay and would sort of shuffling fun of homosexuals in general, and so would I just to hide the fact and be illiterate about my feelings.

One day, in the 9th grade James II and I had to run sprint after practice for acting up and talking in a course of study we had together. By the end when we got inside the footlocker room, everyone was gone, even the carriage. They had left straight after our sprints. We were both physically exhausted and had to shower before we left. As we both stripped I had to fight down so hard from having my phallus become hard for William James'rocking hot consistence. He was absolutely daze bare. Like unbereablely sexy. I had fantasized about him for years, and would often get hard just thinking about it. Well we stripped and I kept my raging sentiment subsibed and we showered as formula, but one matter was pecuilar. As I tried to not bet at James, it seemed as if he could not halt looking at me. I confronted him about this and he was like nah I 'm just tired, but I did not remember so. I think he was checking me out, because his member had grown in size to about 6 '' still soft, but definitely advert. I thought zip of it and we finished showering as usual.

When I got home that night I could not hold on thinking about it. What had happened. I was absolutely shocked he had been checking me out, because he is not like that. Maybe he had seen me checking him out before ? Maybe he had feelings for me but was scared of them ? I had no idea, and my mind was racing. I needed to handle with this, but how ?

As I laid down for bed my telephone set buzzed as I had gotten a text. I saw it and it was William James. It read `` Bro just so you know about today in the shower bath, I was n't checking you out, swear to God '', and I replied `` No vexation, we good. ``

In the side by side coming hebdomad nothing became of it. common subprogram kicked in.

fountainhead one night as I lie in bed trying to catch some Z's my headphone buzzes. It 's James. Weird. Why would he be texting me this late ? Well, the textbook read, `` I 'm confused, I do n't know what to do, I need to babble out to you in the morning privately or I might do something dullard ''. I had no idea what he was talking about so I reply with a broad ok man ya surely whatever you want. He never replied.

The sunup came and James and I went to the Ellen Price Wood ( which is rightfulness adjacent to my school ), like 100 feet away. He told me about his smell for other guys, and that he does n't know what they are or what they came from. How they started or where they are leading. He started talking about how he has been fantasizing about other men, some of which include me, and I was SHOCKED. How could my partly homosexual phobic best supporter be having these tone and I never even had the clue they were there. I mean I knew he was checking me out in the showers, but I had thought that nothing would become of it ... well something did.

I openly expressed the same feelings as I was having, and he light up. He was very confident.

He started to walk snug, and I took a step back. He did it again and I did the same thing. He said what, do you not want me to do lug with you ? And I replied with take it dim James, do n't move to fast. And he stepped forward again, and this prison term the feelings all came rushing into reality. It was just like I had fantasized about and I was pushing them away. I told him that we would talk after school and he said we would.

After school I lied down after football practice and he texts me saying parents are n't domicile for a few hours come over so we can lecture. So I obviously go over to his household and as I walk in he is seat ass naked with a raging boner. 9 '' inch long, maybe ten with huge girth. I was going to say what the screw are you doing, no I 'm going house, but who was I to hold out. I took a step forward and so did he. We interlock in a passionate kiss.

We are making out, my fuckup is raging. All of a sudden James blood my drawers off and every other article of habiliment. We move to his parents bedroom.

We are both butt end naked making out on his parents bed. Both of our pelvis'thrusting into each other 's phallus hotly raging. St. James then stops suddenly and says to lay down on my back.

He starts rubbing me down, licking my soundbox chief to toe, and it felt amazing. James has the most stick lips may I add. DSL for sure. Better than any girl 's lip I 've ever seen or recieved a setback from. And all of a sudden, those hot and wet back talk plunge onto my phallus. Shoveling all the length into Henry James'throat, him gagging, me having the most euphoric feeling ever and it does n't stop until my hot juicy cum rolls down his throat like a volcano. I quickly return the favor for him gagging all the way down.

Then James rolls me over and starts rubbing his wet dick onto my hardening ass hollow. He rubs it up and down, then grabs a bottle of lubricant from his parent 's dresser and lube me up. He plunges his monumental extremity into my small cute ass cakehole and drives it in home, and does n't stop until we are both exhausted from it all.

That 's it for right now as I have been up for a very prospicient time and have school to attend to. Comment your feedback : ) .