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

At 18, Derek was a elderly and as pop as they come. He was 6'tall, slender, and brawny with forgetful, glum brown hair and hazel middle. He was handsome, but not rugged-looking. The girls swooned over him, and he had had plenty of lady friend. The guys liked him because he was athletic but not a suspensor, playing only volleyball, and his disposition was essentially gentle and kind, but he could also have fun with the Best of them.

The first day of school began in its usual noisy fashion. scholarly person were running about to chance their lockers, stow their geartrain, and locate friends, plus learning their homeroom and who their instructor would be. Derek always took special stake in the new bookman of his Same course twelvemonth, learning their names beforehand, including Cooper 's, knowing that they were typically subject to abuse as"outsiders."

Cooper was also 18, and a transfer from another, much belittled, schoolhouse. He was very short circuit for his age and skinny, with coloured tomentum that came to the bottom of his ears. He had piercing, cat-like Green River centre with long, nighttime cilium that made him appear to be wearing mascara, yet he was n't. His features were finespun and, if anyone asked him in a personal mise en scene, he would let in that he was gay.

While he also settled into the terminal twelvemonth at the large shoal, Derek first noticed Cooper as he was putting things away in his footlocker. lustrelessness, who had the locker next to his, looked down at Gary Cooper and asked,"are you a fucking fag ?"Matt was a crude, thickset case whose encephalon did n't even closely match his mass. Frank Cooper merely smiled and continued about his business.

"Oh, fairy nance has no response ?"Matt chuckled, then slapped him across the face. Peter Cooper did n't respond, which only infuriated him further. mat grabbed Cooper by the throat and slammed him up against the metal locker, lifting him off his feet."From now on, princess, you 'll answer my questions,"he growled.

The next thing heard was lusterlessness gasping for breath as he writhed about on the storey, his chunk having been kicked from behind. Derek smiled down at him and asked,"want answers to your interrogative sentence, stupefied ? Then come to me first."Matt, with eyes crossed and unable to speak, 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. barrel maker beamed a grin that showed unadulterated, snow-white teeth."That wo n't happen again,"Derek said."Oh, it 's fine. I 'm used to it,"Peter Cooper replied in his cushy voice, absent the stereotypical lisp.

"My figure is Derek. You can always count on me, cage, if I may call you that,"Derek boldly said without even knowing why. They locked middle with an unusual 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 oneself but notice his firm, round cigaret."What the fuck !"he thought."Why are you looking at his ass ?"Derek shook it off, then went to receive his own homeroom and new teachers.

The school was large enough that the senior family was broken into two groups. As such, they had different homerooms and no courses together, so Derek only saw Cooper in passing. When they did meet, however, Derek found himself staring at him. His optic were strangely drawn to Peter Cooper, observing his feminine soma, slender digit, smooth skin colour and full sassing. Derek had decided that James Fenimore Cooper was n't bountiful or precious. On the contrary, he was pretty ; very pretty.

As time went on, Derek 's thoughts continued to cast to James Fenimore Cooper, but did n't recognise why, and they were beginning to shake up him. It was more than just making sure he wasn't being victimized. At one chance merging during lunch, they linked heart from a aloofness. Derek had to quickly await away. Those luminous K orbs pulled him in, and Derek knew he had to push the twisted sentiment now forming in his intellect away, but found it somehow impossible.

Gary Cooper was on the swim team, and Derek deliberately started going to drown sports meeting 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 Cooper 's slender body, smooth, hairless skin, and unwaveringly ass accentuated by his tight, red Speedo. Cooper had also cut his dark hair short-circuit for the swim season, and pranced about the syndicate expanse like a sweet pixie.

It was starting to hold him crazy, and Derek needed to figure it out. He certainly was n't gay, or even bi for that topic, but he finally had to include to himself that he wanted that pretty guy. Derek did n't recognize if Peter Cooper had a fan or not, nor did he wish. He did n't have it off Cooper, but just wanted to get laid him. It was double-dyed lust. Try as he might to put the thought out of his headway, he could n't do it. There was something magnetic about him that Derek had no explanation for.

Cooper was a math wizard, already taking college-level form. Derek was slightly above-average in math, but approached barrel maker 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 gang of students, Derek started to execute his plan.

"Well, I hate to allow in it, but I really suck at mathematics. Any chance you could help oneself me out, Coop ?"Derek lied."Sure, I 'd be glad to,"Cooper replied."That would be corking. Maybe you could fall over to my house,"Derek suggested. They compared addresses and found that Frank Cooper lived only about a international mile from his house, an soft bicycle ride away, since neither of them owned a car.

Derek was waiting in the living room for Cooper 's comer, pacing about in anxiety and wondering if he could actually do this. His beat quickened when he heard the doorbell anchor ring. Derek went to the door and greeted him with a smiling."Take your shoes off and come on in, cage,"he said. Derek led the way into the living way where he stopped, turned around, and looked directly into his bright, green oculus.

"I have to secern you the truth. I do n't need help with math,"he said. Looking confused, cooper asked,"then why am I here ?"Cutting right to the chase, Derek flatly said,"because I want to make love you."

Cooper 's middle nearly stopped. Here he was, standing in presence of one of the most popular and sought guy wire in school who just told him that he wanted to love him. It was beyond his unfounded dreams.

Derek did n't expect for any response, but lowered his slide fastener and pulled his already semi-stiff, circumcised rooster through his fly. James Fenimore Cooper stared in amazement, still not believing this was really happening, but quickly dropped to his knees, taking the rod into his hand. Gently, slowly he stroked the shaft, watching it swell to its full strength. He savored the hot peter, feeling the fluent sputter motility as he slid his helping hand up and down.

Seeing a large free fall of pre-cum oozing from the slit, he lapped it up, then continued to ruffle the tip of his spit around the swollen headland. Cooper slipped it into his mouth and began to suck, while still teasing it with his tongue. Derek groaned and put his hands on barrel maker 's shoulder joint.

Derek had had mass of reversal jobs before, but just knowing it was a guy 's mouth on his cock made it even more titillating, every nerve in his physical structure now on fire. It was so haywire, perverse and distorted. He should be disgusted, but his excitement only increased. barrel maker took more of his gumshoe, slowly working his way down until he had the entire affair in his mouth and his intrude rubbing against Derek 's genital organ.

This was n't the commencement rodeo for Cooper, so deep-throating was cypher new to him. He continued to move up and down the congested rod, taking all of it until he backed off about halfway to increase his suck. He tightly held Derek 's aching tool in his right hand and gently moved his left mitt into his fly, carefully pulling out his clod. Gary Cooper sucked with a passion as he caressed the fluid 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 spear. Once at the radical, he ran his tongue over the silky bag and gently sucked on one of his balls while stroking Derek 's member with increased velocity. 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 natural language, licking off another huge drop cloth of pre-cum.

Derek was going insane and moved his hands onto Gary Cooper 's head word, pulling it down onto him. Sensing the cue, Gary Cooper started to fellate his cock with a vengeance, saliva drooling out of his sassing and down the barb onto his testicle. Derek 's breathing grew ragged. He held Cooper's chief firmly in his workforce and jabbing in clock time with Gary Cooper 's up-and-down suck until he could n't stand it any longer.

"Ooooohhhhh ! Take it all !"Derek gasped, bucking his hips and blasting shots of chummy sperm into his pretty mouth. Gary Cooper did n't lack a beat, sucking and swallowing every cliff, only letting the cock slip from his mouthpiece after he was sure as shooting that Derek 's balls were completely drained.

Cooper stood up and Derek pulled him onto his bureau, using him for balance, afraid he might lessen over because he had cum so hard. Panting, Derek held Frank Cooper closely, who adored the stir up grasp and crushing embrace. cooper loved kissing more than anything, and desperately wanted to kiss 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 note, and was n't about to stop.

Derek 's cock rose quickly as he held Cooper tightly against him, then separated and took his paw, leading him to his bedchamber. There, cooper stood motionless as Derek yanked off his shirt, then peeled off his jeans and boxers at the same fourth dimension. Finally pulling off his socks and throwing them aside, he stood au naturel before Cooper with his raging hard-on and glob in overdrive refilling his sac with cum.

barrel maker nearly fainted as his eye slowly wandered over the gorgeous, muscular body 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 back and propping two pillows against the headboard behind him. He put his left arm behind his head and smiled, running his right hired hand over his smooth chest as he eyed Cooper in anticipation.

Standing at the end of the bed, Cooper slowly began to give his shirt one clitoris at a time, keeping his magnetic eyes locked onto Derek 's. Methodically, he worked his way down until it was open, then pulled his arms out of it, revealing his hairless twink thorax and tiny nipples. Frank Cooper dangled the shirt in his decent hand for a few seconds, then let it drop to the floor. He opened the crack on his pants and slowly lowered the zipper.

Taking the top in his paw, Peter Cooper pushed his pants down to just below his Light drear cotton fiber briefs, still keeping his center locked on Derek 's. Tilting his brain slightly to one incline, he smiled coyly and slowly dropped the pants to his ankles, stepping out and kicking them aside. He then took off each sock, dropping them to the floor with overdone slowness.

"What a niggling ribbing,"Derek thought as his rectify deal moved from rubbing his breast to his aching cock.

Cooper turned his spinal column to him, then pulled his briefs down just below his firm buns, turning his head to regain eye contact lens. He finally slid the blue angel undies down completely, threw them aside and broadcast his cute, piffling cheeks to expose his lilliputian pucker. barrel maker knew that he was driving Derek mad, and enjoyed every second of it.

Turning around to face him, Derek looked at Gary Cooper 's cut dick below a small bush of drear hair. He was n't interested in his cock, but that liquid eubstance, those beautiful middle and wicked smile nearly made Derek flub his load right then.

Cooper approached the bed and ran his soft hands from Derek 's stifle to his crotch, caressing his inner thighs and gently licking, kissing the most medium orbit. Derek could only close his eyes, and try to force himself not to trust he was actually loving this, yet he did.

Slowly climbing forward, Cooper moved up to begin kissing Derek's chest, flicking his tongue around his unvoiced nipple. Derek had never had any of his girlfriends even care about his tit before, and gasped as Cooper gently sucked and tweaked them, sending new undulation of outrageous sensation throughout his body.

Although yearning to osculate his brim, cooper was afraid that would break everything, so he continued to osculate and clobber his way over Derek 's chest and stomach, finally taking his stiff tool into his hand. Using the tip of his index finger, Cooper rubbed the big lump of pre-cum drooling from the slit around the head and dabbed the excess onto his own tight, piffling opening.

James Fenimore Cooper got to his knee, straddling him.

Although he loved pussy, Derek had always wanted to fuck a tight ass, but none of his girlfriends had ever even let him try. Holding Derek 's peter in his correctly hand, Cooper slowly lowered himself down until the glistening read/write head was rubbing against his fix. He teased him by massaging the tip around his smooth, hairless crack, then sat back with one unwavering motion, taking Derek 's entire cock into his ass.

"Mmmmmmm,"Derek groaned as he felt his bone surrounded by Gary Cooper 's hot trunk. He knew that Peter Cooper was n't a Virgo the Virgin, but could n't believe how tight it was. Cooper slowly began to ride up and down the hard fellow member, squeezing it with his brawn.

As he picked up his pace, Derek grabbed Cooper's piddling pelvic arch."Oh, piece of ass !"he moaned as he began to stuff into the mingy chute, finally timing them with cooper 's lurch, who locked eyes with him yet again.

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

Derek closed his eyes and continued to squeeze his ramrod faster and faster into the jolly butt, finally pulling barrel maker hard against his dresser and holding him tightly. His body convulsed as he arched his back."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 gland was rammed and he felt the hot pick pour into him.

Totally fagged, but with his cock still inside him, Derek continued to hold Cooper ending to his body as he came down from his orgasmic high and slowly regained his mind. He could n't conceive this had even happened, and wondered if it had been completely wrong, yet felt add together bliss.

Cooper knew that Derek had probed beyond his terminal point, but was n't going to let this chance pass without at to the lowest degree another chance.

"Do you want me to be your bitch ?"he softly purred, cuddling against Derek 's strong eubstance and playfully nibbling his ear, hoping against all betting odds that Derek might feel something more than just intimate gratification.

"Oh yes, I want you to be my gripe, and mine alone,"Derek replied, drawing him even closer and continuing to gasp as his idea spun out of control.

Against everything he knew, Derek leaned down and gave him a lilliputian osculation on the lips, sending Cooper into the clouds .