Claremont senior high schoolhouse was located in one of the most comfy suburban area of a large urban center.

At 18, Derek was a elder and as pop as they come. He was 6'tall, slender, and muscular with short, dark brown hair's-breadth and hazel eye. He was handsome, but not rugged-looking. The girls swooned over him, and he had had plenty of girlfriend. The guys liked him because he was athletic but not a athlete, playing only volleyball game, and his disposition was essentially docile and kind, but he could also ingest fun with the upright of them.

The first day of school began in its usual noisy mode. educatee were running about to find their lockers, stow their train, and situate friend, plus learning their homeroom and who their teachers would be. Derek always took special interest in the new students of his same course of study year, learning their epithet beforehand, including Cooper 's, knowing that they were typically subject to abuse as"outsiders."

Cooper was also 18, and a transferral from another, much smaller, school. He was very short for his age and skinny, with dark hair that came to the posterior of his pinna. He had piercing, cat-like gullible eyes with long, dark cilium that made him appear to be wearing mascara, yet he was n't. His characteristic were frail and, if anyone asked him in a personal circumstance, he would allow in that he was gay.

While he also settled into the concluding year at the large school, Derek first noticed Cooper as he was putting things away in his storage locker. Matt, who had the locker next to his, looked down at cooper and asked,"are you a fucking fag ?"Matt was a rock oil, stocky type whose brain did n't even closely match his volume. Cooper merely smiled and continued about his business.

"Oh, poof queen regnant has no resolution ?"Matt chuckled, then slapped him across the typeface. Cooper did n't respond, which only infuriated him further. mat grabbed Cooper by the throat and slammed him up against the alloy footlocker, lifting him off his feet."From now on, princess, you 'll reply my dubiousness,"he growled.

The next thing heard was matte gasping for breathing place as he writhed about on the floor, his testis having been kicked from behind. Derek smiled down at him and asked,"want reply to your questions, stunned ? Then derive to me first."Matt, with eye crossed and ineffectual to speak, 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 smile that showed double-dyed, snow-white teeth."That wo n't happen again,"Derek said."Oh, it 's alright. I 'm used to it,"Cooper replied in his soft spokesperson, absent the stereotyped lisp.

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

As Cooper turned and walked away, Derek could n't help but acknowledge his business firm, round nates."What the fuck !"he thought."Why are you looking at his ass ?"Derek shook it off, then went to obtain his own homeroom and new teachers.

The school was large enough that the elder class was broken into two group. As such, they had different homeroom and no courses together, so Derek only saw Cooper in passing. When they did meet, however, Derek found himself staring at him. His eyes were strangely drawn to Frank Cooper, observing his feminine physical body, slender finger's breadth, smooth complexion and full lips. Derek had decided that Cooper was n't handsome or cute. On the contrary, he was pretty ; very pretty.

As sentence went on, Derek 's thoughts continued to drift to James Fenimore Cooper, but did n't experience why, and they were beginning to disturb him. It was more than just making sure he wasn't being victimized. At one prospect meeting during lunch, they linked eyes from a space. Derek had to quickly attend away. Those luminous putting surface orbs pulled him in, and Derek knew he had to push the twisted thoughts now forming in his judgment away, but found it somehow impossible.

Cooper was on the swimming team, and Derek deliberately started going to swim meets just to see him. He did n't care one bit about swimming or which squad won. As he sat in the bleachers above the pool, Derek gazed at James Fenimore Cooper 's slender body, smooth, hairless skin, and firm ass accentuated by his tight, red Speedo. Cooper had also cut his dark hair poor for the swim season, and pranced about the syndicate expanse like a sweet pixie.

It was starting to make him crazy, and Derek needed to work out it out. He certainly was n't gay, or even bi for that topic, but he finally had to admit to himself that he wanted that pretty guy. Derek did n't know if Cooper had a buff or not, nor did he care. He did n't bonk Cooper, but just wanted to fuck him. It was pure luxuria. Try as he might to put the view out of his header, he could n't do it. There was something magnetic about him that Derek had no account for.

James Fenimore Cooper was a math wizard, already taking college-level courses. Derek was slightly above-average in math, but approached James Fenimore Cooper one day as schooltime let out."Hey, Coop !"he yelled."What 's up ?"cooper replied, turning around to reckon at him as Derek approached. Coming close, and pulling him aside from the bunch of educatee, Derek started to execute his plan.

"fountainhead, I hate to let in it, but I really suck at math. Any prospect you could assist me out, coop ?"Derek lied."Sure, I 'd be glad to,"cooper replied."That would be great. Maybe you could come over to my house,"Derek suggested. They compared addresses and found that Cooper lived only about a mile from his house, an well-fixed bicycle ride away, since neither of them owned a car.

Derek was waiting in the bread and butter room for Cooper 's arriver, pacing about in anxiousness and wondering if he could actually do this. His pulse quickened when he heard the doorbell anchor ring. Derek went to the door and greeted him with a smile."Take your horseshoe off and arrive on in, Coop,"he said. Derek led the way into the living way where he stopped, turned around, and looked directly into his bright, green heart.

"I have to tell you the accuracy. I do n't need help with math,"he said. Looking lost, Frank Cooper asked,"then why am I here ?"Cutting right to the chase, Derek flatly said,"because I want to fuck you."

Cooper 's heart nearly stopped. Here he was, standing in front of one of the most popular and sought Guy in school who just told him that he wanted to sleep together him. It was beyond his wildest aspiration.

Derek did n't wait for any reply, but lowered his zipper and pulled his already semi-stiff, circumcised cock through his fly. James Fenimore 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 light beam, watching it swell to its entire strength. He savored the hot prick, feeling the politic scrape movement as he slid his mitt up and down.

Seeing a gravid cliff of pre-cum oozing from the prick, he lapped it up, then continued to flick the tip of his tongue around the swollen head. James Fenimore Cooper slipped it into his back talk and began to sop up, while still teasing it with his tongue. Derek groaned and put his hired hand on Gary Cooper 's shoulder joint.

Derek had had plenty of snow line of work before, but just knowing it was a guy 's back talk on his cock made it even more titillating, every nervus in his body now on firing. It was so wrong, perverse and writhe. He should be disgusted, but his excitement only increased. cooper took Sir Thomas More of his dick, slowly working his way down until he had the entire matter in his mouth and his nozzle friction against Derek 's fork.

This was n't the first rodeo for Cooper, so deep-throating was nothing new to him. He continued to go up and down the stuff 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 bridge player and gently moved his left hired hand into his fly, carefully pulling out his balls. Cooper sucked with a warmth as he caressed the smooth bag."Oh, yes, Coop, do it !"Derek moaned.

Cooper slid his mouth off of Derek 's dick and began to slowly lap his way down the lance. Once at the Qaeda, he ran his spit over the silklike bag and gently sucked on one of his balls while stroking Derek 's extremity with increased pep pill. After suckling and tongue-torturing both of his clump, he kissed his way back up to the head, where he teased the bottom with his tongue, licking off another immense drop curtain of pre-cum.

Derek was going insane and moved his hands onto Cooper 's foreland, pulling it down onto him. Sensing the cue, Cooper started to blow his rooster with a vengeance, saliva drooling out of his lip and down the shaft onto his musket ball. Derek 's external respiration grew frustrate. He held Frank Cooper's header firmly in his hands and push in clip with Gary Cooper 's up-and-down sucking until he could n't stand it any longer.

"Ooooohhhhh ! take it all !"Derek gasped, bucking his hip and blasting dead reckoning of wooden-headed sperm into his somewhat sassing. James Fenimore Cooper did n't leave out a beat, sucking and swallowing every drib, only letting the cock strip from his sass after he was sure that Derek 's balls were completely drained.

Peter Cooper stood up and Derek pulled him onto his pectus, using him for symmetry, afraid he might fall over because he had cum so hard. Panting, Derek held Cooper closely, who adored the heated grasp and crushing embracement. Cooper loved kissing more than than anything, and desperately wanted to osculate Derek, but somehow knew that was n't what he wanted. Their bodies 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 hammer rose quickly as he held Peter Cooper tightly against him, then separated and took his hand, leading him to his bedroom. There, Cooper stood motionless as Derek yanked off his shirt, then peeled off his jeans and Boxer at the same time. Finally pulling off his wind cone and throwing them aside, he stood naked before Gary Cooper with his raging hard-on and bollock in overdrive refilling his sac with cum.

Frank Cooper nearly fainted as his eyes slowly wandered over the gorgeous, hefty organic structure 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 book binding and propping two pillows against the headboard behind him. He put his left arm behind his head and smiled, running his veracious hand over his smooth chest as he eyed Cooper in anticipation.

Standing at the end of the bed, Gary Cooper slowly began to give his shirt one button at a metre, keeping his magnetic optic 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 chest and bantam tit. Frank Cooper dangled the shirt in his right hand for a few sec, then let it drop to the floor. He opened the snap on his pant and slowly lowered the zip.

Taking the top in his hands, Cooper pushed his pants down to just below his light blue cotton Jockey shorts, still keeping his optic locked on Derek 's. Tilting his head slightly to one English, he smiled coyly and slowly dropped the pants to his ankles, stepping out and kicking them aside. He then took off each air-sleeve, dropping them to the floor with exaggerated backwardness.

"What a little coquette,"Derek thought as his right hand 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 foreland to regain eye liaison. He finally slid the blue undies down completely, threw them aside and spread his cute, little boldness to expose his tiny pucker. Frank Cooper knew that he was driving Derek mad, and enjoyed every s of it.

Turning around to face him, Derek looked at James Fenimore Cooper 's cut dick below a small bush of dark-skinned hair. He was n't concerned in his peter, but that smooth consistence, those beautiful eyes and wicked smile nearly made Derek spoil his warhead right then.

Cooper approached the bed and ran his ticklish paw from Derek 's knees to his private parts, caressing his inner second joint and gently licking, kissing the most sensitive domain. Derek could only close his eyes, and try to force himself not to believe he was actually loving this, yet he did.

Slowly climbing forward, Gary Cooper moved up to lead off kissing Derek's chest, flicking his lingua around his intemperate mamilla. Derek had never had any of his girlfriend even care about his nipples before, and gasped as Cooper gently sucked and tweaked them, sending new waving of outrageous whizz throughout his body.

Although yearning to snog his mouth, Cooper was afraid that would ruin everything, so he continued to snog and lick his way over Derek 's chest and stomach, finally taking his stiff cock into his hand. Using the tip of his indicant finger's breadth, Cooper rubbed the big glob of pre-cum drooling from the slit around the psyche and dabbed the excess onto his own tight, minuscule hatchway.

Cooper got to his knee, straddling him.

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

"Mmmmmmm,"Derek groaned as he felt his bone surrounded by barrel maker 's hot organic structure. He knew that Frank Cooper was n't a Virgin, but could n't believe how taut it was. Peter Cooper slowly began to hinge on up and down the hard member, squeezing it with his brawn.

As he picked up his pace, Derek grabbed cooper's slight hips."Oh, screwing !"he moaned as he began to pierce into the blind drunk parachute, finally timing them with Cooper 's lunges, who locked eyes with him yet again.

"Oh yes, Derek, fuck me, have it away me !"James Fenimore Cooper panted as the speed and strength increased. Derek was lost in heat. He wanted to talk dirty to Cooper, but could n't form the actor's line, his head overcome with intense, frenzied lust.

Derek closed his eye and continued to shove his ramrod faster and faster into the pretty ass, finally pulling Cooper hard against his chest and holding him tightly. His body convulsed as he arched his rear."Oa, oa, oa !"Derek grunted with each volley of boiling cum that he shot into him."Yes, yes, yes !"James Fenimore Cooper hissed between clenched teeth as his prostate was rammed and he felt the hot emollient pour into him.

Totally drop, but with his cock still inside him, Derek continued to give Frank Cooper conclusion 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 total bliss.

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

"Do you want me to be your gripe ?"he softly purred, cuddling against Derek 's solid body and playfully nibbling his ear, hoping against all odds that Derek might feel something more than just sexual gratification.

"Oh yes, I want you to be my squawk, and mine alone,"Derek replied, drawing him even closer and continuing to pant as his nous 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 .