This is the future persona of my ‘ sexual career ’, that's what my friends like to call it anyway. At this point in fourth dimension I had only been with one female child, Melissa. She's my upright friend and next room access neighbour who I would fuck a lot. We went to the Sami school, Crescent High School, and our school had many rival, including another school day in our local anesthetic region, Highbridge senior high schooling. Both schooling are incredibly competitive due to the fact that in the area, most school day are pretty rotten and run down, Crescent highschool School and Highbridge are two of four elision to the regulation, the other two being a private school day and an all girls school respectively. The eternal rest of the schools in our arena are somewhat shit, but the cause why Crescent and Highbridge hate each former is because of the competitiveness between our academic winner and our gymnastic success. Now I succeeded academically, but athletics was always my secure causa. I come from a family of athletic competition ; Boxers, Footballers, rugby football players, cartroad and field of view athletic contest etc. I've always been acrobatic, I love it. Maybe one day I 'll discuss this in further detail if you are that interested, but my point is for my school I was constantly the ‘ star athlete ’. This meant that I competed against Highbridge a lot. The amount of fights I 've been in against people from this school day has been pathetic, 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 school day. I love the rivalry because I love to contend and I love to fight down, always have always will.

Anyway dating between the shoal was also frowned upon when we were younger. It wasn't very plebeian as people from Highbridge tend to live in the northerly component part of the town, the great unwashed from Crescent High lived in the nerve centre or in the Confederate States of America ; I grew up in a shit hole called Berwell Banks but that's a tarradiddle for another day. When I was 14, I found out a schoolmate of mine, Rebecca, was dating a guy from Highbridge, called Clay. Dating anyone from Highbridge was bad but dating Clay of all people was very bad. remains was Highbridge's ‘ maven athlete'for our academic year, a highly rated rugger player who had played for the England Under 16's a year younger than his teammates. I hated this guy because we both played for our district and county rugby football teams, and both got called up for England trials but he got in and I didn't. When I found out Rebecca was dating him I was pissed, like everyone thankfully. Rebekah was a popular girl, very attractive and a lot of bozo in my year including myself wanted her. Her big ass could be seen from a statute mile away. I used to bonk wanking off thinking about her big ass shaking around. I was covetous of Lucius Clay, once again he gets something that I want. I could picture his shit-eating grin laughing at me that he gets to fuck her.

Rebecca's ‘ betrayal ’, what we called anyway, began an all out war between the two schools, for a few days at to the lowest degree. There were a few competitiveness before people stopped caring and sprightliness went back to normal. But during this menstruation of time I decided to take actions into my own hands. On a Tuesday good afternoon, I went to Clay's house. Clay had broken up with Rebecca, ultimately causing this ‘ war'to end but Rebecca was going to his mansion to sieve matter out. At the finally minute of arc she decided she couldn't bear to see him and instead I would go there, but she didn't tell cadaver. I was planning on beating the turd out of him. I fucking hated him.

I got to the mansion and knocked on the room access, as soon as he opened the door. ‘ snick, what are you doing here'Clay questioned, but I took no notice. I walked inside and made sure he was home alone. He was. I turned to present 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 other 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 tempestuous, 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 boys too'He turned to me, ‘ Please don't William Tell anyone, I know we don't get along but please observe this between us'he was right, we don't get along but outing someone was atrocious, besides it wasn't like I didn't like it. I was surprised to discover a slight protrusion in my trousers from the physical contact and the buss. He noticed this too, and I looked over to his bulge. It was big. Looked bigger than mine, but of course it was. mud always had to be better than me ; it was the foundation of our rivalry. He was slightly taller than me as well, 5'10 compared to my 14 year old inning standing at about 5'8. Even if I did possess an abnormally large stopcock for my age, remains had to have one bigger than me. I looked from his bulging cock to his face, he was staring at me. My cumulative hatred turned to attractor. I never realised how attractive I found him to be. My putz got harder as I looked into his aristocratical eyes, and we came together for my first consensual osculation with a boy. I had never before been sexually attracted to someone my own sex, but I wanted him. I didn't know what that meant but I didn't bother thinking about it.

Our kiss was long and passionate. I reached over and grabbed his great excrescence and he did the same. He got mine out first and began massaging it. He was impressed with the duration, I did swash 7 inches at the sentence. But it looked pocket-size in equivalence to his 8.5 in rooster which I had just realised from its captivity in his trousers. I was shocked, I couldn't believe such a affair could even exist, let alone be held down in a pair of trouser without ripping the fabric. The cock was thick-skulled to and dripping with pre-cum. We began wanking each other off and kissing. He broke off our kiss and insisted I suck his hawkshaw. I was surprised by how aegir I was to do it. His beautiful cockhead dripped with pre-cum and the vena popped to the surface, it looked delicious. I went down to the trading 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, mud proceeded to skull lie with me. It was acute, no doubtfulness thing he did to girls before me. For about 30 seconds he pounded away at my throat as I lay there, suppressing the itch to be disgorge. Quickly my gag reflex disappeared and I was able-bodied to revel the new found feeling of having his large member down my throat.

He removed his tool from my sass, giving me time to suspire, and told me to make out with him. I followed him to his chamber, where we undressed and I laid on his bed. He sucked my dick for a bit, but became infatuated by the sizing of my ass, which people often said looked more like a womanhood's, and urged me to flip over. I was scared, of grade, as there was no going back after this. But my fears subsided when I felt mud's cockhead enter my motherfucker. I began to cry from the pain, but I couldn't assist but enjoy the feeling. It was incredible, something I had never felt before nor expected myself to delight. His fabolous stopcock only needed to push 4 inches 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 severalize you too'He insisted agressively, pushing my head back down and continuing to labor his magnanimous shaft interior of me. I continued crying, but did not complain once as he entered me. He got 6 inches in and began fucking me. His big tool felt baffle as it hammered away at my poor cocksucker. Clay began slamming all 8.5 inches of stopcock 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 pecker and dragged me by the legs so that my headspring 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 spell on for me. I quickly released how much I enjoyed tasting my own cum. He continued fucking me, all 8.5 inches slamming into my SOB. Clay reached over to asphyxiate me over again, whispering in my ear ‘ What did I fucking say, succeeding prison term you cum recount me before ’.

He continued fucking my ass for 10 more min. My balls began to swell as I felt another load Menachem Begin to release. In my moan representative I said, ‘ Lucius DuBignon Clay, I'm going to cum ’. He continued pounding on my ass, but reached over. With his right hand he choked me and his provide hand he covered my cockhead. I came inside his script. He took his handwriting and poured my cum into my mouth. He called me a loose woman and slapped my ass. It was so degrading but I loved it.

Soon it was Clay's metre to cum. After about 20 transactions of pounding away, he removed his big cock from my asshole and inserted it into my lip. The sense of taste was dissimilar now, but I still enjoyed it. He fucked my mouth for a few minutes, causing me to have an internal sexual climax, before he filled my throat with cum. He took his hitch cock out of my mouth, stepped over me and laid in the bed.

I couldn't move, I laid there too, facing away from him. I wasn't sure as shooting 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 youthful judgement. Clay said something to me, but in my dazed State Department I didn't hear it. He slapped my ass, which brought me to aid, though I didn't dare motility to look at him. ‘ That was fun wasn't it ’. Clay said. ‘ Not that you are going to advert it to anyone, wouldn't do either of us any soundly ’. He caressed my ass, slapped it a few multiplication, before plunging his centre fingerbreadth inside of it. He began kissing my neck and fingering me, all the spell rubbing his semi-erection on my thigh. The touch sensation of his finger inside of me was intense, not like his dick obviously but still it felt wrong and that's made it feel right.

I came inside myself again, and decided now was the time to leave. I got up and got dressed and headed home. I messaged genus Melissa as I was walking home. I wasn't gay, I know I wasn't. But I needed to turn up I wasn't. Melissa's mum had just left the mansion, and she was gear up for me. I got inside, and began going to do work on Melissa's beautiful body. I wanted to hurt her, no I needed to. It was the lone was I could prove that I wasn't a faggot, I thought. I slapped her ass and called her a hussy, like Clay had done to me, but it wasn't enough. I stared at her asshole and knew what I had to do. Without thought, I stuck my leaf inside her SOB. She whimpered, but I paid no judgement to it. I then pulled my ovolo out and started fingering her asshole with my midriff finger. She began to moan from this. I pulled my throbbing cock out of her wet slit and forcefully put it inside her asshole. She began crying as I fucked her mercilessly like it was her slit. I came within a duad of minutes. She cried and I cried with her, telling her what stiff and I had done. We held each early and I apologised for hurting her.

I went plate and went for a to shower. As I washed, I remembered how nice it felt when Clay fingered me. My hands lingered around my asshole, but I chose not to. I got out, dried off and got into bed. As I looked at my phone, I noticed a message, from Clay. A characterization of his beautiful turncock. The subtitle read, ‘ We should do that again sometime x'.