This is the following part of my ‘ sexual vocation ’, that's what my friends like to call it anyway. At this point in clock time I had only been with one girl, Melissa. She's my best friend and side by side door neighbour who I would fuck a lot. We went to the Saame school, Crescent senior high shoal, and our school had many rivals, including another school in our local expanse, Highbridge heights schooling. Both shoal are incredibly competitive due to the fact that in the domain, most shoal are jolly shitty and run down, Crescent High shoal and Highbridge are two of four exception to the rules, the other two being a private school and an all miss school respectively. The rest of the shoal in our area are pretty diddly-squat, but the cause why Crescent and Highbridge hate each other is because of the competitiveness between our pedantic successes and our athletic successes. Now I succeeded academically, but athletics was always my strong causa. I come from a family of sport ; Boxers, Footballers, Rugby players, runway and Field athletics etc. I've always been acrobatic, I love it. Maybe one day I 'll discuss this in further point if you are that worry, but my spot is for my school I was constantly the ‘ hotshot athlete ’. This meant that I competed against Highbridge a lot. The sum of fights I 've been in against citizenry from this school has been ridiculous, this rivalry isn't just a bit of fun it's dangerous, some people have been left in hospital from injuries sustained in fights between the two schools. I love the rivalry because I love to compete and I love to fight, always have always will.

Anyway dating between the schooling was also frowned upon when we were younger. It wasn't very plebeian as citizenry from Highbridge tend to live in the northern part of the townsfolk, multitude from Crescent high gear lived in the centre or in the Confederate States ; I grew up in a shit hole called Berwell bank but that's a story for another day. When I was 14, I found out a class fellow of mine, Rebecca, was dating a guy from Highbridge, called mud. Dating anyone from Highbridge was bad but dating Henry Clay of all citizenry was very bad. cadaver was Highbridge's ‘ star athlete'for our academic year, a highly rated rugby instrumentalist who had played for the England Under 16's a year younger than his mate. I hated this guy because we both played for our territorial dominion and county rugger team, and both got called up for England test but he got in and I didn't. When I found out Rebekah was dating him I was pissed, like everyone thankfully. Rebecca was a popular girl, very attractive and a lot of guys in my year including myself wanted her. Her big ass could be seen from a stat mi away. I used to love wanking off thinking about her big ass shaking around. I was jealous of remains, once again he gets something that I want. I could render his shit-eating smile laughing at me that he gets to do it her.

Rebecca's ‘ treachery ’, what we called anyway, began an all out war between the two school day, for a few days at to the lowest degree. There were a few competitiveness before multitude stopped caring and aliveness went back to normal. But during this full stop of clip I decided to take actions into my own bridge player. On a Tues afternoon, I went to Lucius Clay's firm. Clay had broken up with Rebecca, ultimately causing this ‘ war'to end but Rebecca was going to his house to sort things out. At the last arcminute she decided she couldn't bear to see him and instead I would go there, but she didn't William Tell Henry Clay. I was planning on beating the mother fucker out of him. I fucking hated him.

I got to the planetary house and knocked on the door, as soon as he opened the doorway. ‘ Nick, what are you doing here'Clay questioned, but I took no notification. I walked inside and made sure he was home alone. He was. I turned to face him. ‘ You shouldn't have gotten with Rebecca'I said, as I lept towards him and hit him with a right hook. We fought for a bit, and ended up on his sofa. We were punching and kicking each early when he got the top mount. He looked down at me and all of a sudden, he kissed me.

He pulled back and we both sat there confused. I wasn't wild, just shocked that he had just kissed me. ‘ Are you gay'I asked, ‘ No'he replied angrily'‘ I don't know'he kept going ‘ I liked Rebecca, and I'm really attracted to her and girls in generally, just recently I've been thinking about male child too'He turned to me, ‘ Please don't tell anyone, I know we don't get along but please hold this between us'he was right, we don't get along but outing someone was horrifying, besides it wasn't like I didn't like it. I was surprised to notice a thin protuberance in my trousers from the physical physical contact and the kiss. He noticed this too, and I looked over to his bulge. It was big. Looked expectant than mine, but of course it was. Clay always had to be improve than me ; it was the substructure of our rivalry. He was slightly taller than me as well, 5'10 compared to my 14 yr old skeletal system standing at about 5'8. Even if I did possess an abnormally enceinte cock for my age, mud had to have one bigger than me. I looked from his bulging cock to his face, he was staring at me. My accumulative hate turned to magnet. I never realised how attractive I found him to be. My tool got harder as I looked into his blue middle, and we came together for my first consensual kiss with a boy. I had never before been sexually attracted to someone my own gender, but I wanted him. I didn't know what that meant but I didn't hassle thinking about it.

Our candy kiss was foresighted and passionate. I reached over and grabbed his large bulge and he did the Saami. He got mine out first and began massaging it. He was impressed with the length, I did boast 7 inches at the time. But it looked small in comparison to his 8.5 inch cock which I had just realised from its captivity in his trousers. I was shocked, I couldn't believe such a thing could even subsist, let alone be held down in a twain of trousers without ripping the fabric. The cock was thick to and dripping with pre-cum. We began wanking each former off and kissing. He broke off our candy kiss and insisted I suck his hawkshaw. I was surprised by how eager I was to do it. His beautiful cockhead dripped with pre-cum and the venous blood vessel popped to the surface, it looked delectable. I went down to the floor on my knee joint and proceeded to kiss the tip of his cock, before licking it and eventually taking it in my lip. Once it was in, the Great Compromiser proceeded to skull fuck me. It was vivid, no uncertainty affair he did to girls before me. For about 30 seconds he pounded away at my throat as I lay there, suppressing the urge to be sick. Quickly my gag reflex disappeared and I was able-bodied to enjoy the new found feeling of having his big member down my throat.

He removed his cock from my sassing, giving me prison term to breathe, and told me to come up with him. I followed him to his bedchamber, where we undressed and I laid on his bed. He sucked my peter for a bit, but became infatuated by the size of my ass, which the great unwashed often said looked more like a adult female's, and urged me to sky over. I was scared, of course, as there was no going back after this. But my fears subsided when I felt corpse's cockhead enter my asshole. I began to cry from the pain sensation, but I couldn't help but savor the feeling. It was incredible, something I had never felt before nor expected myself to enjoy. His fabolous cock only needed to push 4 inch inside before I came, for which he felt on his cock and smacked my ass. He reached over and grabbed me by the neck, ‘ Don't cum until I fucking order you too'He insisted agressively, pushing my head back down and continuing to push his tumid putz inside of me. I continued crying, but did not complain once as he entered me. He got 6 inch in and began fucking me. His big dick felt astound as it hammered away at my poor asshole. clay began slamming all 8.5 inches of cock inside of me, which resulted in me crying out even louder and then cumming all over his bedsheets. He started shouting at me, removed his cock and dragged me by the legs so that my head was where a puddle of my own cum was. He pushed my head into the cum and made me drink it. This degrading act was a huge tour on for me. I quickly released how a great deal I enjoyed tasting my own cum. He continued fucking me, all 8.5 inches slamming into my asshole. Clay reached over to pass me over again, whispering in my ear ‘ What did I fucking say, next time you cum tell me before ’.

He continued fucking my ass for 10 more moment. My balls began to swell as I felt another payload begin to exhaust. In my moaning voice I said, ‘ Clay, I'm going to cum ’. He continued pounding on my ass, but reached over. With his right hand he choked me and his depart hand he covered my cockhead. I came inside his helping hand. He took his script and poured my cum into my mouth. He called me a slut and slapped my ass. It was so cheapen but I loved it.

Soon it was Clay's clip to cum. After about 20 minutes of pounding away, he removed his big cock from my arsehole and inserted it into my sass. The predilection was different now, but I still enjoyed it. He fucked my mouth for a few minutes, causing me to have an national coming, before he filled my pharynx with cum. He took his limp cock out of my mouth, stepped over me and laid in the bed.

I couldn't motility, I laid there too, facing away from him. I wasn't sure what I had just done, or how I was going to live with myself. I was 14, to be gay would mean the equivelent of a death sentence in my vernal mind. corpse said something to me, but in my logy state I didn't hear it. He slapped my ass, which brought me to attention, though I didn't dare move to reckon at him. ‘ That was fun wasn't it ’. Clay said. ‘ Not that you are going to mention it to anyone, wouldn't do either of us any good ’. He caressed my ass, slapped it a few prison term, before plunging his middle fingerbreadth inside of it. He began kissing my neck and fingering me, all the piece rubbing his semi-erection on my thigh. The notion of his finger's breadth inside of me was intense, not like his cock obviously but still it felt legal injury and that's made it feel right.

I came inside myself again, and decided now was the metre to pull up stakes. I got up and got dressed and headed home. I messaged Melissa as I was walking home. I wasn't gay, I know I wasn't. But I needed to examine I wasn't. Melissa's mum had just left the house, and she was make for me. I got inside, and began going to shape on Melissa's beautiful body. I wanted to wound her, no I needed to. It was the only was I could prove that I wasn't a faggot, I thought. I slapped her ass and called her a slovenly woman, like cadaver had done to me, but it wasn't enough. I stared at her asshole and knew what I had to do. Without thinking, I stuck my thumb inside her mother fucker. She whimpered, but I paid no mind to it. I then pulled my quarter round out and started fingering her asshole with my middle finger. She began to moan from this. I pulled my throbbing stopcock out of her wet cunt and forcefully put it inside her prick. She began crying as I fucked her mercilessly like it was her cunt. I came within a couplet of minutes. She cried and I cried with her, telling her what clay and I had done. We held each other and I apologised for hurting her.

I went dwelling house and went for a to shower. As I washed, I remembered how nice it felt when stiff fingered me. My helping hand lingered around my asshole, but I chose not to. I got out, dried off and got into bed. As I looked at my telephone, I noticed a message, from stiff. A picture of his beautiful peter. The caption read, ‘ We should do that again sometime x'.