My Bitch ( 1 )


Anal, Oral-Sex
Claremont highschool school was located in one of the most comfortable suburb of a large metropolis.

At 18, Derek was a senior and as popular as they come. He was 6'tall, slender, and brawny with dead, drab brown hair and hazel eyes. He was well-favoured, but not rugged-looking. The girls swooned over him, and he had had mint of girlfriends. The guys liked him because he was athletic but not a athlete, playing only volleyball game, and his temperament was essentially pacify and sort, but he could also have fun with the best of them.

The first day of schooling began in its usual noisy fashion. educatee were running about to find their cabinet, stow their gear, and locate friends, plus learning their home room and who their teachers would be. Derek always took special pursuit in the new educatee of his same category year, learning their name calling beforehand, including James Fenimore Cooper 's, knowing that they were typically issue to abuse as"outsiders."

James Fenimore Cooper was also 18, and a transfer of training from another, much low, school. He was very short for his age and skinny, with coloured hair that came to the fundament of his ears. He had piercing, cat-like green eyes with long, dark eyelashes that made him appear to be wearing mascara, yet he was n't. His features were fragile and, if anyone asked him in a personal mount, he would admit that he was gay.

While he also settled into the final year at the big school, Derek first noticed Cooper as he was putting things away in his locker. Matt, who had the footlocker next to his, looked down at Cooper and asked,"are you a fucking fag ?"Matt was a petroleum, stocky type whose wit did n't even closely mate his bulk. Cooper merely smiled and continued about his business.

"Oh, fairy pansy has no solution ?"flatness chuckled, then slapped him across the expression. Frank Cooper did n't respond, which only infuriated him further. Matt grabbed Gary Cooper by the throat and slammed him up against the metal footlocker, lifting him off his metrical unit."From now on, princess, you 'll reply my dubiousness,"he growled.

The next matter heard was Matt gasping for breath as he writhed about on the storey, his balls having been kicked from rear end. Derek smiled down at him and asked,"want answers to your head, stupid ? Then come to me first."Matt, with eyes crossed and unable to speak, merely nodded as he groaned in pain.

"Thanks, but you should n't have done that. I 'll only pay for it later,"Cooper said as Derek helped him up from the base. Cooper beamed a smile that showed gross, snowy teeth."That wo n't chance again,"Derek said."Oh, it 's all right. I 'm used to it,"Cooper replied in his soft voice, absent the stereotypical lisp.

"My name is Derek. You can always weigh on me, cage, if I may call you that,"Derek boldly said without even knowing why. They locked eyes with an strange volume that neither could explain. Cooper simply replied,"thanks again, Derek, and I like the nickname."

As Frank Cooper turned and walked away, Derek could n't help oneself but notice his business firm, bout butt."What the fucking !"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 orotund enough that the senior class was broken into two grouping. As such, they had dissimilar homerooms and no course of instruction together, so Derek only saw Cooper in passing. When they did meet, however, Derek found himself staring at him. His oculus were strangely drawn to James Fenimore Cooper, observing his feminine build, slender fingerbreadth, smooth skin color and replete lips. Derek had decided that Cooper was n't fine-looking or cunning. On the wayward, he was pretty ; very pretty.

As fourth dimension went on, Derek 's idea continued to tramp to Peter Cooper, but did n't recognize why, and they were beginning to touch him. It was more than just making sure he wasn't being victimized. At one chance meeting during lunch, they linked middle from a distance. Derek had to quickly look away. Those luminous putting green orbs pulled him in, and Derek knew he had to advertize the twisted thoughts now forming in his intellect away, but found it somehow impossible.

Peter Cooper was on the swim squad, and Derek deliberately started going to swim meets just to see him. He did n't care one bit about swimming or which team won. As he sat in the bleacher above the pocket billiards, Derek gazed at Cooper 's slender body, smooth, hairless skin, and unfaltering ass accentuated by his tight, red Speedo. barrel maker had also cut his dark hairsbreadth poor for the swim season, and pranced about the pool area like a perfumed pixie.

It was starting to pee him crazy, and Derek needed to figure it out. He certainly was n't gay, or even bi for that matter, but he finally had to take to himself that he wanted that pretty guy. Derek did n't bang if Cooper had a buff or not, nor did he like. He did n't love Cooper, but just wanted to bang him. It was pure luxuria. Try as he might to put the thought out of his head, he could n't do it. There was something magnetized about him that Derek had no explanation for.

Peter Cooper was a math thaumaturge, already taking college-level path. Derek was slightly above-average in math, but approached Cooper one day as school let out."Hey, Coop !"he yelled."What 's up ?"barrel maker replied, turning around to expect at him as Derek approached. Coming close, and pulling him aside from the bunch of students, Derek started to action his plan.

"Well, I hate to allow in it, but I really suck at mathematics. Any chance you could help me out, coop ?"Derek lied."Sure, I 'd be happy to,"Cooper replied."That would be great. Maybe you could come over to my house,"Derek suggested. They compared addresses and found that Frank Cooper lived only about a statute mile from his firm, an easy bicycle ride away, since neither of them owned a car.

Derek was waiting in the living room for Cooper 's arriver, pacing about in anxiety and wondering if he could actually do this. His pulse quickened when he heard the doorbell ring. Derek went to the room access and greeted him with a smile."Take your shoes off and come up on in, hencoop,"he said. Derek led the way into the animation room where he stopped, turned around, and looked directly into his bright, putting green eyes.

"I have to severalize you the truth. I do n't need help with mathematics,"he said. Looking confused, Cooper asked,"then why am I here ?"Cutting right to the pursuit, Derek flatly said,"because I want to eff you."

James Fenimore Cooper 's heart nearly stopped. Here he was, standing in front of one of the most pop and sought-after guy cable in school who just told him that he wanted to fuck him. It was beyond his unwarranted dream.

Derek did n't wait for any answer, but lowered his zipper and pulled his already semi-stiff, circumcised cock through his fly. Peter Cooper stared in amazement, still not believing this was really happening, but quickly dropped to his articulatio genus, taking the rod into his hand. Gently, slowly he stroked the shaft, watching it swell to its wide force. He savored the hot stopcock, feeling the shine skin relocation as he slid his hand up and down.

Seeing a gravid drop of pre-cum oozing from the slit, he lapped it up, then continued to flick the tip of his tongue around the swollen head. Frank Cooper slipped it into his sass and began to suck, while still teasing it with his glossa. Derek groaned and put his hands on James Fenimore Cooper 's shoulder joint.

Derek had had mint of blow caper before, but just knowing it was a guy 's mouth on his tool made it even more erotic, every nervus in his body now on flak. It was so wrong, perverse and worm. He should be disgusted, but his fervour only increased. Frank Cooper took more than of his tool, slowly working his way down until he had the entire thing in his mouthpiece and his pry detrition against Derek 's private parts.

This was n't the first rodeo for Cooper, so deep-throating was zilch new to him. He continued to move up and down the binge 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 hand and gently moved his left hand into his fly, carefully pulling out his testis. Frank Cooper sucked with a heat as he caressed the smooth bag."Oh, yes, chicken coop, do it !"Derek moaned.

Cooper slid his mouth off of Derek 's cock and began to slowly lick his way down the beam of light. Once at the base of operations, he ran his tongue over the sleek bag and gently sucked on one of his globe while stroking Derek 's extremity with increased speed. After suckling and tongue-torturing both of his musket ball, he kissed his way back up to the head, where he teased the underside with his spit, licking off another huge drop of pre-cum.

Derek was going insane and moved his hands onto Cooper 's head, pulling it down onto him. Sensing the cue, Cooper started to suck his cock with a vengeance, saliva drooling out of his sassing and down the ray onto his balls. Derek 's breathing grew ragged. He held Cooper's head firmly in his men and thrust in fourth dimension with cooper 's up-and-down sucking until he could n't stand it any longer.

"Ooooohhhhh ! hire it all !"Derek gasped, bucking his rosehip and blasting shots of dense spermatozoon into his reasonably mouth. cooper did n't overlook a pulsation, sucking and swallowing every drop, only letting the cock berth from his backtalk after he was sure as shooting that Derek 's Ball were completely drained.

Frank Cooper stood up and Derek pulled him onto his chest, using him for balance, afraid he might fall over because he had cum so grueling. Panting, Derek held Cooper closely, who adored the hot up 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 bodies clung together in mania, 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 sleeping room. There, Frank Cooper stood motionless as Derek yanked off his shirt, then peeled off his blue jean and boxers at the same time. Finally pulling off his air sock and throwing them aside, he stood naked before Cooper with his raging hard-on and clod in overdrive refilling his sac with cum.

James Fenimore Cooper nearly fainted as his eyes slowly wandered over the gorgeous, hefty consistence 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 backbone and propping two pillows against the headboard behind him. He put his left arm behind his nous and smiled, running his right wing mitt over his still pectus as he eyed cooper in anticipation.

Standing at the end of the bed, Peter Cooper slowly began to afford his shirt one button at a prison term, keeping his magnetized eyes locked onto Derek 's. Methodically, he worked his way down until it was open, then pulled his blazon out of it, revealing his hairless twink dresser and tiny mamilla. Cooper dangled the shirt in his right hand for a few s, then let it cast off to the flooring. He opened the cinch on his pants and slowly lowered the zipper.

Taking the top in his men, Cooper pushed his pant down to just below his light blue cotton plant Jockey shorts, still keeping his eyes locked on Derek 's. Tilting his head slightly to one incline, he smiled coyly and slowly dropped the drawers to his ankle joint, stepping out and kicking them aside. He then took off each sock, dropping them to the floor with hyperbolise slowness.

"What a minuscule teaser,"Derek thought as his right mitt moved from rubbing his chest to his aching cock.

Cooper turned his back to him, then pulled his briefs down just below his firm buns, turning his head to recover eye striking. He finally slid the blue undies down completely, threw them aside and disperse his cute, little cheeks to expose his tiny pucker. Cooper knew that he was driving Derek mad, and enjoyed every second of it.

Turning around to face him, Derek looked at Frank Cooper 's cut dick below a belittled Vannevar Bush of dark hair. He was n't concern in his stopcock, but that shine body, those beautiful heart and wicked smile nearly made Derek botch his load right then.

cooper approached the bed and ran his delicate hands from Derek 's articulatio genus to his crotch, caressing his inner thighs and gently licking, kissing the most sensitive areas. Derek could only close his middle, and try to force himself not to believe he was actually loving this, yet he did.

Slowly climbing forward, Cooper moved up to begin kissing Derek's chest, flicking his spit around his hard pap. Derek had never had any of his girlfriends even care about his teat before, and gasped as Cooper gently sucked and tweaked them, sending new wafture of outrageous sentiency throughout his body.

Although yearning to buss his sassing, Gary Cooper was afraid that would ruin everything, so he continued to buss and lick his way over Derek 's chest and stomach, finally taking his corpse dick into his hand. Using the tip of his index finger's breadth, barrel maker rubbed the big lump of pre-cum drooling from the slit around the head and dabbed the excess onto his own tight, trivial scuttle.

Peter Cooper got to his knees, straddling him.

Although he loved pussy, Derek had always wanted to fuck a tight ass, but none of his lady friend had ever even let him try. Holding Derek 's stopcock in his right hand, Cooper slowly lowered himself down until the glistening head was rubbing against his yap. He teased him by massaging the tip around his smooth, hairless crack, then sat back with one sweetie apparent motion, taking Derek 's entire cock into his ass.

"Mmmmmmm,"Derek groaned as he felt his bone surrounded by barrel maker 's hot dead body. He knew that Cooper was n't a Virgin, but could n't believe how tight it was. barrel maker slowly began to ride up and down the difficult penis, squeezing it with his sinew.

As he picked up his pace, Derek grabbed Cooper's fiddling hips."Oh, fuck !"he moaned as he began to thrust into the tight sloping trough, finally timing them with Cooper 's lunges, who locked eyes with him yet again.

"Oh yes, Derek, fuck me, fuck me !"Cooper panted as the focal ratio and intensity increased. Derek was lost in passion. He wanted to spill the beans dirty to Cooper, but could n't form the words, his brain overcome with acute, frantic lust.

Derek closed his eyes and continued to jostle his ramrod faster and faster into the pretty fundament, finally pulling Peter Cooper hard against his bureau and holding him tightly. His torso 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 spent, but with his hammer 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 mind. He could n't believe this had even happened, and wondered if it had been completely wrong, yet felt add up bliss.

Cooper knew that Derek had probed beyond his limits, but was n't going to let this chance fling without at least another luck.

"Do you desire me to be your gripe ?"he softly purred, cuddling against Derek 's hard trunk and playfully nibbling his ear, hoping against all odds that Derek might palpate something 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 tiny kiss on the backtalk, sending Cooper into the swarm .
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