This is the next percentage of my ‘ sexual career ’, that's what my supporter like to call it anyway. At this point in time I had only been with one girl, Melissa. She's my considerably friend and future door neighbor who I would know a lot. We went to the same schooltime, Crescent high school schooltime, and our school had many rivals, including another shoal in our local area, Highbridge High School. Both school are incredibly private-enterprise due to the fact that in the area, most schools are pretty shitty and run down, Crescent High school day and Highbridge are two of four exclusion to the principle, the other two being a private schooltime and an all girls schoolhouse respectively. The rest of the schoolhouse in our area are moderately prick, but the reason why Crescent and Highbridge hate each other is because of the competitiveness between our academic successes and our athletic achiever. Now I succeeded academically, but athletic contest was always my strong suit of clothes. I come from a family of athletics ; Boxers, footballer, rugger players, racecourse and Field sport etc. I've always been acrobatic, I love it. Maybe one day I 'll discuss this in further contingent if you are that interested, but my point is for my schoolhouse I was constantly the ‘ superstar athlete ’. This meant that I competed against Highbridge a lot. The sum of fights I 've been in against the great unwashed from this schoolhouse has been ridiculous, this rivalry isn't just a bit of fun it's serious, some people have been left in hospital from combat injury sustained in engagement between the two schools. I love the contention because I love to contend and I love to defend, always have always will.

Anyway dating between the schools was also frowned upon when we were untried. It wasn't very common as people from Highbridge tend to live in the northern part of the Ithiel Town, people from Crescent High lived in the nerve centre or in the Confederate States ; I grew up in a red cent trap called Berwell Banks but that's a story for another day. When I was 14, I found out a classmate of mine, Rebekah, was dating a guy from Highbridge, called Clay. Dating anyone from Highbridge was bad but dating Clay of all citizenry was very bad. mud was Highbridge's ‘ hotshot athlete'for our pedantic twelvemonth, a highly rated rugby football player who had played for the England Under 16's a year young than his teammates. I hated this guy because we both played for our dominion and county rugby 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. 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 mile away. I used to be intimate wanking off thinking about her big ass shaking around. I was jealous of 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 school, for a few days at least. There were a few engagement before people stopped caring and aliveness went back to normal. But during this point of time I decided to take natural process into my own workforce. On a Tues afternoon, I went to Clay's star sign. mud 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 minute she decided she couldn't bear to see him and instead I would go there, but she didn't tell Clay. I was planning on beating the shit out of him. I fucking hated him.

I got to the menage and knocked on the door, as soon as he opened the door. ‘ Nick, what are you doing here'Clay questioned, but I took no bill. 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 hand hook. We fought for a bit, and ended up on his sofa. We were punching and kicking each other when he got the top climb. 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 angry, 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 Rebekah, 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 tell anyone, I know we don't get along but please keep this between us'he was right, we don't get along but outing someone was horrible, besides it wasn't like I didn't like it. I was surprised to detect a slight gibbousness in my trouser from the strong-arm contact and the kiss. He noticed this too, and I looked over to his extrusion. It was big. Looked fully grown than mine, but of class it was. cadaver always had to be better than me ; it was the foundation of our competition. He was slightly marvellous than me as well, 5'10 compared to my 14 year old frame standing at about 5'8. Even if I did possess an abnormally large prick for my age, the Great Compromiser had to ingest one great than me. I looked from his bulging cock to his face, he was staring at me. My cumulative hate turned to attractive force. I never realised how attractive I found him to be. My cock got harder as I looked into his blue middle, and we came together for my world-class consensual kiss with a boy. I had never before been sexually attracted to mortal my own gender, but I wanted him. I didn't know what that meant but I didn't bother thinking about it.

Our kiss was foresightful and passionate. I reached over and grabbed his big bulge and he did the Lapp. He got mine out first and began massaging it. He was shanghai with the length, I did boast 7 inches at the clip. But it looked pocket-size in comparison to his 8.5 in cock which I had just realised from its captivity in his pant. I was shocked, I couldn't believe such a thing could even exist, let alone be held down in a couple of trousers without ripping the fabric. The dick was thick to and dripping with pre-cum. We began wanking each early off and kissing. He broke off our kiss and insisted I suck his gumshoe. I was surprised by how eager I was to do it. His beautiful cockhead dripped with pre-cum and the veins popped to the surface, it looked delicious. I went down to the base on my knees and proceeded to kiss the tip of his cock, before licking it and eventually taking it in my mouth. Once it was in, clay proceeded to skull fuck me. It was acute, no doubt things he did to girls before me. For about 30 irregular he pounded away at my pharynx as I lay there, suppressing the urge to be nauseous. Quickly my gag reflex response disappeared and I was able to enjoy the new found spirit of having his with child extremity down my throat.

He removed his cock from my mouth, giving me time to rest, and told me to come with him. I followed him to his bedroom, where we undressed and I laid on his bed. He sucked my cock for a bit, but became infatuated by the size of my ass, which people often said looked more like a womanhood's, and urged me to flip over. I was scared, of row, as there was no going back after this. But my fears subsided when I felt clay's cockhead enter my asshole. I began to cry from the botheration, but I couldn't help but enjoy the feeling. It was incredible, something I had never felt before nor expected myself to enjoy. His fabolous cock only needed to push 4 in 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 tell you too'He insisted agressively, pushing my head back down and continuing to crowd his large stopcock inside of me. I continued crying, but did not plain once as he entered me. He got 6 in in and began fucking me. His big prick felt amazing as it hammered away at my poor asshole. Clay began slamming all 8.5 column inch of cock inside of me, which resulted in me crying out even flash 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 pool of my own cum was. He pushed my caput into the cum and made me drink in it. This degrading act was a huge bout on for me. I quickly released how much I enjoyed tasting my own cum. He continued fucking me, all 8.5 inch slamming into my asshole. Clay reached over to choke me over again, whispering in my ear ‘ What did I fucking say, future meter you cum tell me before ’.

He continued fucking my ass for 10 more proceedings. My balls began to intumesce as I felt another loading Begin to release. In my moaning vocalism I said, ‘ remains, I'm going to cum ’. He continued pounding on my ass, but reached over. With his right script he choked me and his odd paw he covered my cockhead. I came inside his hand. He took his paw and poured my cum into my oral cavity. He called me a slut and slapped my ass. It was so disgrace but I loved it.

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

I couldn't move, I laid there too, facing away from him. I wasn't certainly what I had just done, or how I was going to know with myself. I was 14, to be gay would stand for the equivelent of a last sentence in my youthful brain. Clay said something to me, but in my stunned state I didn't hear it. He slapped my ass, which brought me to tending, though I didn't dare move to look 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 sentence, before plunging his middle digit inside of it. He began kissing my neck and fingering me, all the while rubbing his semi-erection on my thigh. The feeling of his finger inside of me was vivid, not like his tool obviously but still it felt wrong and that's made it palpate right.

I came inside myself again, and decided now was the meter 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 test I wasn't. Melissa's mum had just left the house, and she was set for me. I got inside, and began going to lick on Melissa's beautiful body. I wanted to hurt her, no I needed to. It was the solitary was I could prove that I wasn't a queer, I thought. I slapped her ass and called her a slut, like Clay 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 riff inside her asshole. She whimpered, but I paid no intellect to it. I then pulled my thumb out and started fingering her asshole with my middle finger. She began to moan from this. I pulled my throbbing cock out of her wet twat and forcefully put it inside her shit. She began crying as I fucked her mercilessly like it was her cunt. I came within a couple 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 home and went for a to lavish. As I washed, I remembered how nice it felt when remains fingered me. My hands lingered around my bastard, but I chose not to. I got out, dried off and got into bed. As I looked at my telephone set, I noticed a message, from mud. A pic of his beautiful dick. The caption read, ‘ We should do that again sometime x'.