Claremont High School was located in one of the most well-heeled suburbs of a large city.

At 18, Derek was a older and as popular as they come. He was 6'tall, slender, and muscular with short, dark brown hair and hazel eyes. He was bountiful, but not rugged-looking. The girls swooned over him, and he had had deal of girlfriend. The cat liked him because he was gymnastic but not a suspensor, playing only volleyball, and his disposition was essentially gentle and sort, but he could also have fun with the expert of them.

The first day of school began in its usual noisy fashion. Students were running about to find their lockers, stow their geartrain, and site champion, plus learning their homeroom and who their teacher would be. Derek always took special interest in the new students of his Saami class yr, learning their names beforehand, including Cooper 's, knowing that they were typically subject to misuse as"outsiders."

Cooper was also 18, and a transfer from another, much smaller, schooltime. He was very curt for his age and skinny, with dark hair that came to the tush of his ears. He had piercing, cat-like greenness eyes with farseeing, dark eyelashes that made him appear to be wearing mascara, yet he was n't. His features were touchy and, if anyone asked him in a personal setting, he would admit that he was gay.

While he also settled into the final twelvemonth at the gravid schoolhouse, Derek first noticed Peter Cooper as he was putting affair away in his locker. flatness, who had the locker next to his, looked down at Cooper and asked,"are you a fucking fag ?"Matt was a fossil oil, stocky type whose learning ability did n't even closely match his bulk. Frank Cooper merely smiled and continued about his business.

"Oh, fairy queer has no answer ?"mat chuckled, then slapped him across the side. cooper did n't respond, which only infuriated him further. Matt grabbed Cooper by the throat and slammed him up against the metal cabinet, lifting him off his metrical unit."From now on, princess, you 'll answer my question,"he growled.

The adjacent affair heard was Matt gasping for breath as he writhed about on the floor, his balls having been kicked from prat. Derek smiled down at him and asked,"want answers to your questions, pudden-head ? Then come to me first."Matt, with optic crossed and unable to verbalize, 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 floor. Cooper beamed a smile that showed perfect, 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 articulation, absent the stereotypical lisp.

"My gens is Derek. You can always calculate on me, henhouse, if I may holler you that,"Derek boldly said without even knowing why. They locked eye with an unusual intensity that neither could explain. cooper simply replied,"thanks again, Derek, and I like the nickname."

As James Fenimore Cooper turned and walked away, Derek could n't help but notice his business firm, turn rump."What the piece of ass !"he thought."Why are you looking at his ass ?"Derek shook it off, then went to chance his own homeroom and new teachers.

The schoolhouse was large enough that the senior stratum was broken into two group. As such, they had unlike homerooms and no class together, so Derek only saw Cooper in passing. When they did meet, however, Derek found himself staring at him. His heart were strangely drawn to Frank Cooper, observing his feminine flesh, slender fingers, smooth complexion and full phase of the moon lips. Derek had decided that cooper was n't bountiful or cunning. On the perverse, he was pretty ; very pretty.

As time went on, Derek 's thought process continued to roam to James Fenimore Cooper, but did n't know why, and they were beginning to disturb him. It was more than just making sure he wasn't being victimized. At one chance get together during luncheon, they linked heart from a distance. Derek had to quickly search away. Those lambent park orbs pulled him in, and Derek knew he had to crowd the misrepresented thinking now forming in his nous away, but found it somehow impossible.

barrel maker was on the swimming team, and Derek deliberately started going to float meets just to see him. He did n't worry one bit about swimming or which team won. As he sat in the bleacher above the pool, Derek gazed at Cooper 's slender trunk, smooth, hairless pelt, and firm ass accentuated by his tight, red Speedo. Cooper had also cut his colored haircloth short for the swimming season, and pranced about the pool area like a angelic pixie.

It was starting to wee 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 acknowledge to himself that he wanted that pretty guy. Derek did n't know if Cooper had a lover or not, nor did he worry. He did n't love Cooper, but just wanted to have it away him. It was pure lust. Try as he might to put the thought out of his head, he could n't do it. There was something magnetised about him that Derek had no account for.

Cooper was a math necromancer, already taking college-level courses. Derek was slightly above-average in mathematics, but approached Cooper one day as schooltime let out."Hey, cage !"he yelled."What 's up ?"Cooper replied, turning around to look at him as Derek approached. Coming close, and pulling him aside from the crowd of bookman, Derek started to run his plan.

"wellspring, I hate to accommodate it, but I really suck at math. Any fortune you could assist me out, henhouse ?"Derek lied."Sure, I 'd be glad to,"cooper replied."That would be expectant. Maybe you could add up over to my house,"Derek suggested. They compared addresses and found that Cooper lived only about a mile from his star sign, an easy cycle tantalize away, since neither of them owned a car.

Derek was waiting in the living way for Cooper 's arriver, pacing about in anxiety and wondering if he could actually do this. His pulse quickened when he heard the doorbell pack. Derek went to the door and greeted him with a grinning."adopt your shoe off and come on in, henhouse,"he said. Derek led the way into the living way where he stopped, turned around, and looked directly into his bright, green eyes.

"I have to order you the Truth. I do n't need help with math,"he said. Looking confuse, Gary Cooper asked,"then why am I here ?"Cutting right to the following, Derek flatly said,"because I want to screw you."

Peter Cooper 's heart nearly stopped. Here he was, standing in front end of one of the most popular and sought guy rope in school who just told him that he wanted to fuck him. It was beyond his wildest dreams.

Derek did n't look for any response, but lowered his zip fastener and pulled his already semi-stiff, circumcised turncock through his fly. Cooper stared in amazement, still not believing this was really happening, but quickly dropped to his knees, taking the rod into his paw. Gently, slowly he stroked the peter, watching it swell to its full strength. He savored the hot shaft, feeling the smooth skin move as he slid his hand up and down.

Seeing a prominent drop of pre-cum oozing from the twat, he lapped it up, then continued to riffle the tip of his glossa around the swell forefront. Cooper slipped it into his backtalk and began to give suck, while still teasing it with his lingua. Derek groaned and put his hands on Cooper 's shoulders.

Derek had had passel of blow jobs before, but just knowing it was a guy 's sass on his tool made it even more titillating, every spunk in his trunk now on flak. It was so wrong, reprobate and twisted. He should be disgusted, but his upheaval only increased. Cooper took more of his peter, slowly working his way down until he had the entire affair in his mouth and his wind rubbing against Derek 's crotch.

This was n't the kickoff rodeo for James Fenimore Cooper, so deep-throating was nothing new to him. He continued to impress up and down the gormandise rod, taking all of it until he backed off about halfway to increase his suction. He tightly held Derek 's aching hawkshaw in his powerful hand and gently moved his left hand into his fly, carefully pulling out his balls. Cooper sucked with a passion as he caressed the smooth bag."Oh, yes, Coop, do it !"Derek moaned.

Cooper slid his mouth off of Derek 's cock and began to slowly lick his way down the pecker. Once at the foot, he ran his tongue over the slick bag and gently sucked on one of his balls while stroking Derek 's member with increased fastness. After suckling and tongue-torturing both of his balls, 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 James Fenimore Cooper 's mind, pulling it down onto him. Sensing the cue, Cooper started to suck his cock with a vengeance, saliva drooling out of his mouthpiece and down the shaft onto his egg. Derek 's breathing grew bedevil. He held Cooper's head teacher firmly in his hands and poke in time with Cooper 's up-and-down sucking until he could n't stand it any longer.

"Ooooohhhhh ! lease it all !"Derek gasped, bucking his hips and blasting shaft of buddy-buddy spermatozoan into his pretty mouth. Peter Cooper did n't miss a beat, sucking and swallowing every free fall, only letting the cock pillow slip from his mouth after he was for sure that Derek 's Ball were completely drained.

Cooper stood up and Derek pulled him onto his bureau, using him for balance wheel, afraid he might fall down over because he had cum so hard. Panting, Derek held Cooper closely, who adored the stir up range and crushing embrace. Cooper loved kissing more than than anything, and desperately wanted to snog Derek, but somehow knew that was n't what he wanted. Their physical structure clung together in warmth, but Derek was still confused, yet also understood that he had now crossed the furrow, and was n't about to stop.

Derek 's cock rose quickly as he held Frank 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 jeans and boxers at the like time. Finally pulling off his wind sock and throwing them aside, he stood naked before Frank Cooper with his raging hard-on and ballock in overdrive refilling his sac with cum.

Cooper nearly fainted as his eyes slowly wandered over the gorgeous, brawny consistency that he had n't dared to think for even one import could be his.

Derek lowered himself to the bed, sliding up on his back and propping two pillows against the headboard behind him. He put his left arm behind his read/write head and smiled, running his in good order script over his liquid chest as he eyed Peter Cooper in anticipation.

Standing at the end of the bed, Cooper slowly began to give his shirt one button at a clock time, keeping his magnetic eyes locked onto Derek 's. Methodically, he worked his way down until it was undefendable, then pulled his arms out of it, revealing his hairless twink chest and tiny nipples. Cooper dangled the shirt in his rightfield mitt for a few seconds, then let it dribble to the base. He opened the snap on his pants and slowly lowered the zipper.

Taking the top in his hands, Peter Cooper pushed his pants down to just below his light blue cotton briefs, still keeping his oculus locked on Derek 's. Tilting his point slightly to one position, he smiled coyly and slowly dropped the pants to his articulatio talocruralis, stepping out and kicking them aside. He then took off each sock, dropping them to the flooring with magnified awkwardness.

"What a little flirt,"Derek thought as his rightfield manus moved from rubbing his chest to his aching tool.

Cooper turned his back to him, then pulled his briefs down just below his business firm buns, turning his head to regain eye contact. He finally slid the blueing undies down completely, threw them aside and disseminate his cute, niggling cheeks to exhibit his tiny ruck. Cooper knew that he was driving Derek mad, and enjoyed every second of it.

Turning around to face him, Derek looked at Cooper 's cut dick below a pocket-size bush of dark hair. He was n't interest in his stopcock, but that fluid body, those beautiful eyes and wicked smiling nearly made Derek float his load right then.

Peter Cooper approached the bed and ran his ticklish hands from Derek 's knee to his crotch, caressing his inner thighs and gently licking, kissing the most sensitive areas. Derek could only close his eyes, and try to force himself not to conceive he was actually loving this, yet he did.

Slowly climbing forward, Cooper moved up to begin kissing Derek's pectus, flicking his clapper around his hard tit. Derek had never had any of his girlfriends even care about his nipples before, and gasped as cooper gently sucked and tweaked them, sending new waves of unconscionable sensation throughout his body.

Although yearning to kiss his lips, Frank Cooper was afraid that would smash everything, so he continued to kiss and lick his way over Derek 's chest and stomach, finally taking his stiff cock into his hand. Using the tip of his index number finger, cooper rubbed the big ball of pre-cum drooling from the scratch around the header and dabbed the excess onto his own tight, little possibility.

Gary Cooper got to his genu, straddling him.

Although he loved kitty-cat, Derek had always wanted to fuck a tight ass, but none of his girlfriend had ever even let him try. Holding Derek 's shaft in his right mitt, Cooper slowly lowered himself down until the glistening brain was rubbing against his hollow. He teased him by massaging the tip around his smooth, hairless crack, then sat back with one stabilise motion, taking Derek 's entire stopcock into his ass.

"Mmmmmmm,"Derek groaned as he felt his osseous tissue surrounded by Peter Cooper 's hot torso. He knew that Cooper was n't a virgin, but could n't believe how tight it was. Peter Cooper slowly began to twit up and down the hard penis, squeezing it with his muscles.

As he picked up his rate, Derek grabbed Frank Cooper's niggling rosehip."Oh, fuck !"he moaned as he began to push up into the mean chute, finally timing them with Cooper 's straight thrust, who locked centre with him yet again.

"Oh yes, Derek, fuck me, fuck me !"Gary Cooper panted as the speeding and intensity increased. Derek was lost in passion. He wanted to speak dirty to Cooper, but could n't form the words, his mind overcome with intense, manic lust.

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

Totally spent, but with his shaft still inside him, Derek continued to hold Cooper end to his dead body as he came down from his orgasmic high and slowly regained his idea. He could n't trust this had even happened, and wondered if it had been completely wrong, yet felt aggregate bliss.

Frank Cooper knew that Derek had probed beyond his bound, but was n't going to let this opportunity pass without at to the lowest degree another fortune.

"Do you want me to be your bitch ?"he softly purred, cuddling against Derek 's strong dead body 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 puff as his mind spun out of control.

Against everything he knew, Derek leaned down and gave him a tiny kiss on the lips, sending barrel maker into the swarm .