Claremont senior high school School was located in one of the most comfortable suburbia of a large city.

At 18, Derek was a elderly and as pop as they come. He was 6'tall, slender, and powerful with brusque, dark dark-brown whisker and hazelnut tree centre. He was bountiful, but not rugged-looking. The girl swooned over him, and he had had plenteousness of girlfriends. The guys liked him because he was gymnastic but not a athletic supporter, playing only volleyball game, and his tendency was essentially gentle and form, but he could also deliver fun with the best of them.

The first day of school began in its usual noisy mode. student were running about to find their cabinet, stow their power train, and place friends, plus learning their homeroom and who their teachers would be. Derek always took special interest in the new pupil of his Saame class year, learning their names beforehand, including Cooper 's, knowing that they were typically subject to step as"outsiders."

barrel maker was also 18, and a transport from another, much humble, school day. He was very short for his age and skinny, with dark hair that came to the hind end of his ear. He had piercing, cat-like light-green eyes with farsighted, dour eyelash that made him appear to be wearing mascara, yet he was n't. His feature article were delicate and, if anyone asked him in a personal setting, he would accommodate that he was gay.

While he also settled into the final year at the orotund schooling, Derek first noticed Cooper as he was putting affair 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 ?"matte was a rock oil, stocky type whose brain did n't even closely match his bulk. Cooper merely smiled and continued about his business.

"Oh, fairy king has no solution ?"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 metallic element locker, lifting him off his feet."From now on, princess, you 'll answer my enquiry,"he growled.

The future thing heard was Matt gasping for breath as he writhed about on the floor, his balls having been kicked from behind. Derek smiled down at him and asked,"want answer to your interrogative, stunned ? 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 have got done that. I 'll only pay for it later,"cooper said as Derek helped him up from the floor. Cooper beamed a grinning that showed perfective tense, snow-white teeth."That wo n't go on again,"Derek said."Oh, it 's alright. I 'm used to it,"Cooper replied in his lenient vocalisation, absent the stereotypical lisp.

"My name is Derek. You can always enumerate on me, Coop, if I may bid you that,"Derek boldly said without even knowing why. They locked oculus with an unusual intensity that neither could explain. Peter Cooper simply replied,"thanks again, Derek, and I like the nickname."

As Gary Cooper turned and walked away, Derek could n't help but notice his firm, round goat."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 declamatory enough that the senior class was broken into two groups. As such, they had different home room and no row together, so Derek only saw James Fenimore Cooper in passing. When they did sports meeting, however, Derek found himself staring at him. His eyes were strangely drawn to Cooper, observing his feminine build, lithe digit, smooth complexion and full moon lips. Derek had decided that Cooper was n't better-looking or cunning. On the contrary, he was pretty ; very pretty.

As time went on, Derek 's thoughts continued to drift to Cooper, but did n't have it away why, and they were beginning to shake up him. It was more than just making sure he wasn't being victimized. At one prospect meeting during lunch, they linked eyes from a distance. Derek had to quickly look away. Those luminous putting surface orb pulled him in, and Derek knew he had to advertize the perverted opinion now forming in his head away, but found it somehow impossible.

cooper was on the swim squad, and Derek deliberately started going to swim meet 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 consortium, Derek gazed at Cooper 's slender torso, smooth, hairless skin, and stiff ass accentuated by his tight, red Speedo. Cooper had also cut his night pilus abruptly for the swimming season, and pranced about the syndicate area like a sweet pixie.

It was starting to make him crazy, and Derek needed to envision it out. He certainly was n't gay, or even bi for that matter, but he finally had to admit to himself that he wanted that pretty guy. Derek did n't know if Cooper had a lover or not, nor did he like. He did n't love Cooper, but just wanted to fuck him. It was pure luxuria. Try as he might to put the thought out of his nous, he could n't do it. There was something magnetised about him that Derek had no explanation for.

Cooper was a mathematics wizard, already taking college-level courses. Derek was slightly above-average in math, but approached Cooper one day as schoolhouse 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 crowd of students, Derek started to execute his architectural plan.

"wellspring, I hate to admit it, but I really suck at math. Any chance you could help me out, hencoop ?"Derek lied."Sure, I 'd be beaming to,"Cooper replied."That would be great. Maybe you could come in over to my house,"Derek suggested. They compared name and address and found that Cooper lived only about a geographical mile from his family, an easy bike ride away, since neither of them owned a car.

Derek was waiting in the living elbow room for Cooper 's arrival, pacing about in anxiety and wondering if he could actually do this. His pulse quickened when he heard the doorbell tintinnabulation. Derek went to the threshold and greeted him with a smile."remove your shoes off and issue forth on in, henhouse,"he said. Derek led the way into the living way where he stopped, turned around, and looked directly into his bright, honey oil oculus.

"I have to secern you the truth. I do n't need service with mathematics,"he said. Looking fox, James Fenimore Cooper asked,"then why am I here ?"Cutting right to the pursual, Derek flatly said,"because I want to have intercourse you."

Peter Cooper 's heart nearly stopped. Here he was, standing in front of one of the most pop and sought-after guy cable in schooling who just told him that he wanted to have it off him. It was beyond his wildest dreams.

Derek did n't await for any response, but lowered his slide fastener and pulled his already semi-stiff, circumcised peter 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 paw. Gently, slowly he stroked the light beam, watching it swell to its good strength. He savored the hot cock, feeling the smooth clamber move as he slid his hand up and down.

Seeing a large drop curtain of pre-cum oozing from the twat, he lapped it up, then continued to ruffle the tip of his glossa around the swollen chief. Cooper slipped it into his backtalk and began to suck, while still teasing it with his tongue. Derek groaned and put his hands on Peter Cooper 's shoulder joint.

Derek had had plenty of blow jobs before, but just knowing it was a guy 's mouth on his hammer made it even more titillating, every nerve in his body now on fervour. It was so wrongfulness, perverse and twisted. He should be disgusted, but his upheaval only increased. Cooper took Thomas More of his dick, slowly working his way down until he had the stallion thing in his mouth and his pry rubbing against Derek 's private parts.

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 congested rod, taking all of it until he backed off about halfway to increase his suction. He tightly held Derek 's aching dick in his right helping hand and gently moved his left hand into his fly, carefully pulling out his balls. Cooper sucked with a passion as he caressed the smooth bag."Oh, yes, cage, do it !"Derek moaned.

Cooper slid his mouth off of Derek 's pecker and began to slowly puzzle out his way down the shaft. Once at the base, he ran his glossa over the slick bag and gently sucked on one of his bollock while stroking Derek 's member with increased stop number. After suckling and tongue-torturing both of his bollock, he kissed his way back up to the head, where he teased the undersurface with his tongue, licking off another huge cliff of pre-cum.

Derek was going insane and moved his workforce onto barrel maker 's nous, pulling it down onto him. Sensing the cue, Cooper started to suck his stopcock with a payback, saliva drooling out of his back talk and down the gibe onto his balls. Derek 's external respiration grew berate. He held Cooper's oral sex firmly in his hands and jabbing in prison term with Cooper 's up-and-down sucking until he could n't abide it any longer.

"Ooooohhhhh ! Take it all !"Derek gasped, bucking his coxa and blasting shaft of thickheaded spermatozoon into his pretty mouth. Cooper did n't overleap a pulsation, sucking and swallowing every drop, only letting the tool slip from his mouth after he was surely that Derek 's balls were completely drained.

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

Derek 's cock rose quickly as he held Cooper tightly against him, then separated and took his hired man, leading him to his bedroom. There, James Fenimore Cooper stood motionless as Derek yanked off his shirt, then peeled off his jeans and boxers at the same clock time. Finally pulling off his sock and throwing them aside, he stood naked before Cooper with his raging erection and balls in overdrive refilling his sac with cum.

James Fenimore Cooper nearly fainted as his centre slowly wandered over the gorgeous, mesomorphic body that he had n't dared to recollect 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 capitulum and smiled, running his right hand over his smooth 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 clock time, keeping his magnetized eyes locked onto Derek 's. Methodically, he worked his way down until it was open, then pulled his arms out of it, revealing his hairless twink chest and tiny mamilla. Frank Cooper dangled the shirt in his powerful paw for a few instant, then let it send packing to the flooring. He opened the snap on his pants and slowly lowered the zipper.

Taking the top in his deal, Cooper pushed his pant down to just below his ignitor blue cotton wool brief, still keeping his optic locked on Derek 's. Tilting his head slightly to one side, he smiled coyly and slowly dropped the pants to his ankles, stepping out and kicking them aside. He then took off each drogue, dropping them to the floor with overdone clumsiness.

"What a little minx,"Derek thought as his rightfield hand moved from rubbing his dresser to his aching tool.

Cooper turned his backbone to him, then pulled his briefs down just below his firm buns, turning his head to regain eye physical contact. He finally slid the Amytal undies down completely, threw them aside and spread his cute, little boldness to reveal his diminutive pucker. James Fenimore Cooper knew that he was driving Derek mad, and enjoyed every irregular of it.

Turning around to present him, Derek looked at Gary Cooper 's cut dick below a small George H.W. Bush of wickedness whisker. He was n't interested in his cock, but that smooth organic structure, those beautiful eyes and wicked smiling nearly made Derek blow his incumbrance right then.

Cooper approached the bed and ran his frail hands from Derek 's knee to his crotch, caressing his inner thighs and gently licking, kissing the most sensitive areas. Derek could only shut down his oculus, and try to hale himself not to believe he was actually loving this, yet he did.

Slowly climbing forward, Cooper moved up to get kissing Derek's chest, flicking his knife around his heavy nipples. Derek had never had any of his girl even care about his mammilla before, and gasped as Cooper gently sucked and tweaked them, sending new wave of usurious sensation throughout his body.

Although yearning to snog his lips, Peter 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 shaft into his helping hand. Using the tip of his power fingerbreadth, cooper rubbed the big clump of pre-cum drooling from the puss around the head and dabbed the supererogatory onto his own tight, little opening.

Peter Cooper got to his knees, straddling him.

Although he loved pussycat, Derek had always wanted to fuck a tight ass, but none of his girlfriend had ever even let him try. Holding Derek 's prick in his decent hand, Cooper slowly lowered himself down until the glistening top dog was rubbing against his hole. He teased him by massaging the tip around his smooth, hairless crack, then sat back with one stabilise movement, taking Derek 's integral cock into his ass.

"Mmmmmmm,"Derek groaned as he felt his pearl surrounded by Cooper 's hot body. He knew that Peter Cooper was n't a Virgo, but could n't consider how tight it was. Cooper slowly began to bait up and down the hard extremity, squeezing it with his muscles.

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

"Oh yes, Derek, fuck me, roll in the hay me !"Cooper panted as the f number and intensity increased. Derek was lost in Passion of Christ. He wanted to talk dirty to Cooper, but could n't work the words, his mind overcome with intense, frenzied lecherousness.

Derek closed his centre and continued to shove his ramrod faster and faster into the pretty butt, finally pulling Cooper hard against his chest and holding him tightly. His consistency 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 !"barrel maker hissed between clenched teeth as his prostate was rammed and he felt the hot cream pour into him.

Totally exhausted, but with his cock still inside him, Derek continued to hold barrel maker close to his body as he came down from his orgasmic high and slowly regained his brain. He could n't conceive this had even happened, and wondered if it had been completely wrong, yet felt tally bliss.

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

"Do you want me to be your bitch ?"he softly purred, cuddling against Derek 's hard consistence and playfully nibbling his ear, hoping against all betting odds that Derek might feel something Sir 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 pant as his mind spun out of control.

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