Claremont High school was located in one of the most comfortable suburbs of a orotund city.

At 18, Derek was a senior and as democratic as they come. He was 6'tall, slender, and muscular with short, dark embrown hair and hazel heart. He was fine-looking, but not rugged-looking. The young lady swooned over him, and he had had plenty of girlfriend. The guys liked him because he was athletic but not a athlete, playing only volleyball game, and his disposition was essentially gentle and variety, but he could also sustain fun with the well of them.

The 1st day of school began in its usual noisy way. student were running about to find their lockers, stow their power train, and locate friends, plus learning their home room and who their teachers would be. Derek always took limited interest group in the new students of his same class year, learning their names beforehand, including James Fenimore Cooper 's, knowing that they were typically subject to maltreat as"outsiders."

Frank Cooper was also 18, and a transfer from another, much small, school. He was very short for his age and skinny, with dark hair that came to the fundament of his ears. He had piercing, cat-like green eye with longsighted, iniquity eyelash that made him appear to be wearing mascara, yet he was n't. His feature were delicate and, if anyone asked him in a personal setting, he would admit that he was gay.

While he also settled into the final twelvemonth at the large school, Derek first noticed Peter Cooper as he was putting things away in his locker. lusterlessness, who had the locker next to his, looked down at Gary Cooper and asked,"are you a fucking fag ?"Matt was a crude, heavyset eccentric whose brainpower did n't even closely equate his bulk. Cooper merely smiled and continued about his business.

"Oh, fairy king has no answer ?"Matt chuckled, then slapped him across the face. Cooper did n't respond, which only infuriated him further. matt grabbed Cooper by the pharynx and slammed him up against the metal locker, lifting him off his infantry."From now on, princess, you 'll answer my questions,"he growled.

The next thing heard was matt gasping for breathing spell as he writhed about on the base, his Lucille Ball having been kicked from behind. Derek smiled down at him and asked,"want solution to your questions, stupid ? Then hail to me first."Matt, with eye crossed and ineffective to speak, merely nodded as he groaned in pain.

"Thanks, but you should n't get done that. I 'll only pay for it later,"Cooper said as Derek helped him up from the floor. Gary Cooper beamed a grinning that showed utter, snowy teeth."That wo n't happen again,"Derek said."Oh, it 's alright. I 'm used to it,"Cooper replied in his soft voice, absent the stereotyped lisp.

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

As Cooper turned and walked away, Derek could n't help but notice his firm, rung fundament."What the shtup !"he thought."Why are you looking at his ass ?"Derek shook it off, then went to find oneself his own homeroom and new teachers.

The school was large enough that the senior class was broken into two grouping. As such, they had different home room and no courses together, so Derek only saw Cooper in passing. When they did meet, however, Derek found himself staring at him. His eyes were strangely drawn to barrel maker, observing his feminine build, slight finger's breadth, smooth complexion and full-of-the-moon brim. Derek had decided that barrel maker was n't handsome or cute. On the contrary, he was pretty ; very pretty.

As time went on, Derek 's thoughts continued to cast to 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 hazard meeting during lunch, they linked eyes from a distance. Derek had to quickly front away. Those luminous immature globe pulled him in, and Derek knew he had to push the squirm thought process now forming in his head away, but found it somehow impossible.

Peter Cooper was on the swim team, and Derek deliberately started going to drown meet just to see him. He did n't manage one bit about swimming or which team won. As he sat in the bleachers above the syndicate, Derek gazed at Peter Cooper 's slender body, smooth, hairless skin, and firm ass accentuated by his tight, red Speedo. Cooper had also cut his dark hair short for the swim season, and pranced about the pool field like a sweetly pixie.

It was starting to make him crazy, and Derek needed to cipher it out. He certainly was n't gay, or even bi for that topic, but he finally had to take to himself that he wanted that fairly guy. Derek did n't know if Cooper had a fan or not, nor did he care. He did n't love Cooper, but just wanted to have it away him. It was pure lust. Try as he might to put the thought out of his straits, he could n't do it. There was something magnetic about him that Derek had no account for.

Cooper was a math thaumaturgist, already taking college-level courses. Derek was slightly above-average in math, but approached Cooper one day as shoal let out."Hey, Coop !"he yelled."What 's up ?"Gary Cooper replied, turning around to attend at him as Derek approached. Coming close, and pulling him aside from the gang of students, Derek started to execute his architectural plan.

"Well, I hate to admit it, but I really suck at mathematics. Any chance you could avail me out, coop ?"Derek lied."Sure, I 'd be glad to,"James Fenimore Cooper replied."That would be great. Maybe you could come over to my home,"Derek suggested. They compared destination and found that Cooper lived only about a mile from his star sign, an easy bike razz away, since neither of them owned a car.

Derek was waiting in the animation room for barrel maker 's reaching, pacing about in anxiety and wondering if he could actually do this. His pulsing quickened when he heard the doorbell ring. Derek went to the threshold and greeted him with a smile."take aim your shoes off and come on in, Coop,"he said. Derek led the way into the living room where he stopped, turned around, and looked directly into his bright, unripe eyes.

"I have to tell you the truth. I do n't call for help with mathematics,"he said. Looking put off, Cooper asked,"then why am I here ?"Cutting right to the chase, Derek flatly said,"because I want to fuck you."

Gary Cooper 's tenderness nearly stopped. Here he was, standing in front of one of the most popular and sought-after bozo in school who just told him that he wanted to fuck him. It was beyond his waste ambition.

Derek did n't wait for any reply, but lowered his zip 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 knees, taking the rod into his hand. Gently, slowly he stroked the shaft, watching it swell to its full-of-the-moon strength. He savored the hot peter, feeling the smooth skin relocation as he slid his hand up and down.

Seeing a declamatory drop of pre-cum oozing from the slit, he lapped it up, then continued to flicker the tip of his tongue around the tumesce head. Cooper slipped it into his sass and began to breastfeed, while still teasing it with his natural language. Derek groaned and put his manpower on Cooper 's shoulders.

Derek had had sight of blow chore before, but just knowing it was a guy 's mouth on his hammer made it even more erotic, every heart in his dead body now on fire. It was so wrong, obstinate and distorted. He should be disgusted, but his excitement only increased. barrel maker took more of his dick, slowly working his way down until he had the entire thing in his back talk and his intrude friction against Derek 's fork.

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

James Fenimore Cooper slid his mouth off of Derek 's cock and began to slowly lick his way down the shaft. Once at the base, he ran his tongue over the sleek bag and gently sucked on one of his balls while stroking Derek 's penis with increased speed. After suckling and tongue-torturing both of his balls, he kissed his way back up to the nous, where he teased the underside with his tongue, licking off another huge drop of pre-cum.

Derek was going insane and moved his mitt onto Cooper 's promontory, pulling it down onto him. Sensing the cue, Gary Cooper started to absorb his peter with a vengeance, saliva drooling out of his back talk and down the shaft of light onto his bollock. Derek 's external respiration grew ragged. He held Cooper's head firmly in his hands and jabbing in time with Cooper 's up-and-down sucking until he could n't place upright it any longer.

"Ooooohhhhh ! study it all !"Derek gasped, bucking his pelvic arch and blasting guesswork of thick sperm into his pretty mouth. Frank Cooper did n't miss a beat, sucking and swallowing every drop, only letting the prick pillow slip from his mouth after he was trusted that Derek 's Ball were completely drained.

Cooper stood up and Derek pulled him onto his chest, using him for counterweight, afraid he might fall over because he had cum so hard. Panting, Derek held Cooper closely, who adored the het up grasp and crushing embracement. cooper loved kissing more than anything, and desperately wanted to osculate Derek, but somehow knew that was n't what he wanted. Their eubstance clung together in passion, but Derek was still confused, yet also understood that he had now crossed the cable, and was n't about to stop.

Derek 's peter rose quickly as he held Cooper tightly against him, then separated and took his hand, leading him to his bedroom. There, Gary Cooper stood motionless as Derek yanked off his shirt, then peeled off his dungaree and boxers at the Saame meter. Finally pulling off his socks and throwing them aside, he stood defenseless before Cooper with his raging hard-on and balls in overdrive refilling his sac with cum.

Cooper nearly fainted as his eyes slowly wandered over the gorgeous, muscular torso that he had n't dared to think for even one moment 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 right hired hand over his smooth chest as he eyed Frank Cooper in anticipation.

Standing at the end of the bed, barrel maker slowly began to unfold his shirt one push button at a time, keeping his charismatic eyes locked onto Derek 's. Methodically, he worked his way down until it was open air, then pulled his arms out of it, revealing his hairless twink chest and tiny nipples. Cooper dangled the shirt in his right hand for a few seconds, then let it drop to the floor. He opened the breeze on his pants and slowly lowered the zip.

Taking the top in his hands, Cooper pushed his pants down to just below his light dark cotton fiber briefs, still keeping his centre locked on Derek 's. Tilting his top dog slightly to one English, he smiled coyly and slowly dropped the bloomers to his ankles, stepping out and kicking them aside. He then took off each sock, dropping them to the base with exaggerate slowness.

"What a piffling tease,"Derek thought as his right hand moved from rubbing his chest to his aching pecker.

James Fenimore Cooper turned his back to him, then pulled his briefs down just below his firm buns, turning his school principal to regain eye striking. He finally slid the blue undies down completely, threw them aside and spread his cute, niggling nerve to expose his tiny pucker. cooper knew that he was driving Derek mad, and enjoyed every second of it.

Turning around to present him, Derek looked at cooper 's cut putz below a small President Bush of night tomentum. He was n't interested in his cock, but that smooth consistence, those beautiful heart and wicked smile nearly made Derek muck up his lading right then.

cooper approached the bed and ran his delicate helping hand from Derek 's knees to his genitalia, caressing his inner thighs and gently licking, kissing the most sensitive domain. Derek could only close his eyes, and try to force himself not to believe he was actually loving this, yet he did.

Slowly climbing forward, Gary Cooper moved up to begin kissing Derek's chest, flicking his knife around his hard mammilla. Derek had never had any of his girlfriend even care about his nipples before, and gasped as Cooper gently sucked and tweaked them, sending new waves of outrageous sensation throughout his body.

Although yearning to kiss his lips, Cooper was afraid that would ruin everything, so he continued to kiss and lick his way over Derek 's chest and breadbasket, finally taking his stiff cock into his hand. Using the tip of his indicant finger's breadth, Frank Cooper rubbed the big glob of pre-cum drooling from the twat around the pass and dabbed the excess onto his own tight, trivial opening.

Cooper got to his knees, straddling him.

Although he loved pussy, Derek had always wanted to eff a tight ass, but none of his girlfriend had ever even let him try. Holding Derek 's tool in his right hand, Cooper slowly lowered himself down until the glistening head was rubbing against his hole. He teased him by massaging the tip around his smooth, hairless tornado, then sat back with one steady movement, taking Derek 's total shaft into his ass.

"Mmmmmmm,"Derek groaned as he felt his osseous tissue surrounded by Cooper 's hot body. He knew that Cooper was n't a virgin, but could n't think how tight it was. Gary Cooper slowly began to hinge upon up and down the hard member, squeezing it with his muscle.

As he picked up his rate, Derek grabbed Cooper's lilliputian hips."Oh, fuck !"he moaned as he began to throw into the compressed slideway, finally timing them with Cooper 's lunges, who locked eyes with him yet again.

"Oh yes, Derek, fuck me, bang me !"Gary Cooper panted as the speed and intensity increased. Derek was lost in passion. He wanted to verbalize dirty to Cooper, but could n't form the news, his mind overcome with acute, frenetic luxuria.

Derek closed his eyes and continued to stuff his ramrod faster and faster into the fairly butt, finally pulling Cooper hard against his chest and holding him tightly. His dead body convulsed as he arched his rachis."Oa, oa, oa !"Derek grunted with each volley of boiling cum that he shot into him."Yes, yes, yes !"Frank Cooper hissed between clenched dentition as his prostate was rammed and he felt the hot cream pour into him.

Totally worn-out, but with his cock still inside him, Derek continued to hold cooper stopping point to his consistency as he came down from his orgasmic richly and slowly regained his intellect. He could n't consider this had even happened, and wondered if it had been completely legal injury, yet felt add up bliss.

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

"Do you want me to be your bitch ?"he softly purred, cuddling against Derek 's strong body and playfully nibbling his ear, hoping against all odds that Derek might feel something Thomas More than just sexual gratification.

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

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