This is the next contribution of my ‘ sexual career ’, that's what my acquaintance like to call it anyway. At this point in prison term I had only been with one young woman, Melissa. She's my best friend and next door neighbour who I would fuck a lot. We went to the Lapp school, Crescent High school day, and our school had many contender, including another school in our topical anaesthetic area, Highbridge high school School. Both shoal are incredibly competitive due to the fact that in the area, most schools are reasonably shitty and run down, Crescent heights schoolhouse and Highbridge are two of four exclusion to the rules, the other two being a individual schoolhouse and an all young woman school respectively. The rest of the school day in our area are pretty betray, but the understanding why Crescent and Highbridge hate each other is because of the competitiveness between our academic achiever and our acrobatic succeeder. Now I succeeded academically, but athletics was always my strong suit. I come from a kinsperson of athletics ; Boxers, footballer, Rugby players, Track and Field athletic competition etc. I've always been athletic, I love it. Maybe one day I 'll discuss this in boost contingent if you are that interested, but my item is for my shoal I was constantly the ‘ star athlete ’. This meant that I competed against Highbridge a lot. The amount of engagement I 've been in against people from this school has been absurd, this rivalry isn't just a bit of fun it's serious, some people have been left in hospital from wound sustained in fights between the two schooling. I love the competition because I love to compete and I love to oppose, always have always will.

Anyway dating between the schooling was also frowned upon when we were younger. It wasn't very common as people from Highbridge tend to live in the Northern part of the town, people from Crescent High lived in the centre or in the south ; I grew up in a horseshit golf hole called Berwell bank building 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 Lucius Clay of all people was very bad. Clay was Highbridge's ‘ star jock'for our academic twelvemonth, a highly rated rugby musician who had played for the England Under 16's a year untried than his teammates. I hated this guy because we both played for our district and county rugby football squad, 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 democratic lady friend, very attractive and a lot of guy in my twelvemonth including myself wanted her. Her big ass could be seen from a mile away. I used to love wanking off thinking about her big ass shaking around. I was jealous of Clay, once again he gets something that I want. I could visualise his shit-eating grin laughing at me that he gets to fuck her.

Rebecca's ‘ treachery ’, what we called anyway, began an all out war between the two schools, for a few days at least. There were a few fights before people stopped caring and sprightliness went back to normal. But during this period of time I decided to take natural action into my own handwriting. On a Tuesday afternoon, I went to Lucius Clay's business firm. mud had broken up with Rebekah, ultimately causing this ‘ war'to end but Rebecca was going to his house to sort out things out. At the stopping point min she decided she couldn't bear to see him and instead I would go there, but she didn't William Tell Clay. I was planning on beating the shit out of him. I fucking hated him.

I got to the business firm and knocked on the door, as soon as he opened the door. ‘ Nick, what are you doing here'Lucius 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 claw. We fought for a bit, and ended up on his couch. 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 raging, 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 son too'He turned to me, ‘ Please don't William Tell anyone, I know we don't get along but please continue this between us'he was right, we don't get along but outing someone was ugly, besides it wasn't like I didn't like it. I was surprised to notice a slender bulge in my trousers from the physical contact lens and the kiss. He noticed this too, and I looked over to his bulge. It was big. Looked bigger than mine, but of course it was. stiff always had to be respectable than me ; it was the cornerstone of our rivalry. He was slightly improbable than me as well, 5'10 compared to my 14 year old physical body standing at about 5'8. Even if I did possess an abnormally large pecker for my age, corpse had to have one great than me. I looked from his bulging cock to his face, he was staring at me. My accumulative hate turned to attraction. I never realised how attractive I found him to be. My shaft got surd as I looked into his risque eyes, and we came together for my world-class 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 bother thinking about it.

Our kiss was longsighted and passionate. I reached over and grabbed his declamatory bulge and he did the like. He got mine out first and began massaging it. He was ingrain with the length, I did boast 7 inch at the time. But it looked pocket-sized in compare to his 8.5 column inch dick which I had just realised from its immurement in his pant. I was shocked, I couldn't believe such a thing could even exist, let alone be held down in a duad of trouser without ripping the cloth. The prick was thick to and dripping with pre-cum. We began wanking each other off and kissing. He broke off our osculation and insisted I suck his dick. I was surprised by how eagre I was to do it. His beautiful cockhead dripped with pre-cum and the vena popped to the open, it looked delicious. I went down to the flooring on my human knee and proceeded to kiss the tip of his putz, before licking it and eventually taking it in my mouthpiece. Once it was in, Clay proceeded to skull screw me. It was intense, no doubt matter 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 to love the new find oneself feeling of having his magnanimous appendage down my throat.

He removed his pecker from my sass, giving me sentence to breathe, 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 tool for a bit, but became infatuated by the size of my ass, which hoi polloi often said looked more like a woman's, and urged me to turn over over. I was scared, of course of instruction, as there was no going back after this. But my fearfulness subsided when I felt Lucius Clay's cockhead enter my mother fucker. I began to cry from the pain sensation, but I couldn't assistance but enjoy the look. It was incredible, something I had never felt before nor expected myself to relish. His fabolous cock only needed to labor 4 column inch inside before I came, for which he felt on his tool and smacked my ass. He reached over and grabbed me by the neck opening, ‘ Don't cum until I fucking tell you too'He insisted agressively, pushing my head back down and continuing to push his large cock interior of me. I continued crying, but did not kvetch once as he entered me. He got 6 column inch in and began fucking me. His big dick felt amazing as it hammered away at my piteous asshole. Clay began slamming all 8.5 inches of cock inside of me, which resulted in me crying out even tatty and then cumming all over his bedsheets. He started shouting at me, removed his rooster and dragged me by the legs so that my promontory was where a pool of my own cum was. He pushed my head into the cum and made me drink it. This degrading act was a huge number on for me. I quickly released how very much I enjoyed tasting my own cum. He continued fucking me, all 8.5 inches slamming into my arse. Clay reached over to choke me over again, whispering in my ear ‘ What did I fucking say, next time you cum narrate me before ’.

He continued fucking my ass for 10 more second. My balls began to swell as I felt another warhead Begin to release. In my moan 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 left hand he covered my cockhead. I came inside his hand. He took his hand and poured my cum into my lip. He called me a loose woman and slapped my ass. It was so degrade but I loved it.

Soon it was clay's prison term to cum. After about 20 minutes of pounding away, he removed his big cock from my mother fucker and inserted it into my oral fissure. The taste was different now, but I still enjoyed it. He fucked my mouth for a few minutes, causing me to have an home orgasm, before he filled my throat with cum. He took his hitch turncock 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 for sure what I had just done, or how I was going to live with myself. I was 14, to be gay would imply the equivelent of a Death prison term in my vernal mind. Clay said something to me, but in my groggy State I didn't hear it. He slapped my ass, which brought me to tending, though I didn't daring motion to look at him. ‘ That was fun wasn't it ’. stiff 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 digit inside of it. He began kissing my neck and fingering me, all the piece rubbing his semi-erection on my thigh. The feeling of his finger inside of me was acute, not like his cock 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 depart. I got up and got dressed and headed family. I messaged genus Melissa as I was walking home. I wasn't gay, I know I wasn't. But I needed to show I wasn't. Melissa's mum had just left the house, and she was quick for me. I got inside, and began going to work on Melissa's beautiful body. I wanted to injure her, no I needed to. It was the simply was I could prove that I wasn't a faggot, 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 bastard and knew what I had to do. Without thinking, I stuck my riff inside her asshole. She whimpered, but I paid no judgment to it. I then pulled my thumb out and started fingering her cocksucker with my halfway finger. She began to moan from this. I pulled my throbbing cock out of her wet puss and forcefully put it inside her whoreson. She began crying as I fucked her mercilessly like it was her cunt. I came within a duo of minutes. She cried and I cried with her, telling her what corpse and I had done. We held each former and I apologised for hurting her.

I went home base and went for a to shower. As I washed, I remembered how nice it felt when clay fingered me. My script lingered around my SOB, 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 characterisation of his beautiful putz. The caption read, ‘ We should do that again sometime x'.