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

At 18, Derek was a elderly and as popular as they come. He was 6'tall, slender, and muscular with short, dark brown hair and hazel eyes. He was openhanded, but not rugged-looking. The lady friend swooned over him, and he had had mass of girlfriends. The guys liked him because he was athletic but not a jock, playing only volleyball, and his disposition was essentially gentle and kind, but he could also have got fun with the skilful of them.

The maiden day of school began in its usual noisy fashion. educatee were running about to find their lockers, stow their train, and settle friends, plus learning their home room and who their teachers would be. Derek always took special interest in the new pupil of his Lapp class twelvemonth, learning their names beforehand, including Cooper 's, knowing that they were typically capable to pervert as"outsiders."

Cooper was also 18, and a transfer from another, much smaller, school. He was very shortsighted for his age and skinny, with coloured hair that came to the bottom of his ears. He had piercing, cat-like green eyes with longsighted, dark eyelash that made him appear to be wearing mascara, yet he was n't. His features were ticklish and, if anyone asked him in a personal setting, he would admit that he was gay.

While he also settled into the final year at the large school, Derek first noticed Cooper as he was putting affair away in his locker. lusterlessness, who had the cabinet next to his, looked down at Cooper and asked,"are you a fucking fag ?"lustrelessness was a crude, stocky type whose brainiac did n't even closely touch his majority. Cooper merely smiled and continued about his business.

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

The succeeding thing heard was matte gasping for hint as he writhed about on the story, his chunk having been kicked from derriere. Derek smiled down at him and asked,"want solvent to your head, pudden-head ? Then descend to me first."flatness, with middle 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 level. Cooper beamed a smile that showed perfect, snow-white teeth."That wo n't come about again,"Derek said."Oh, it 's alright. I 'm used to it,"Cooper replied in his lenient voice, absent the stereotypic lisp.

"My name is Derek. You can always count on me, Coop, if I may call up you that,"Derek boldly said without even knowing why. They locked eyes with an unusual loudness that neither could excuse. Gary 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 butt."What the fuck !"he thought."Why are you looking at his ass ?"Derek shook it off, then went to find his own homeroom and new teachers.

The shoal was large enough that the senior year was broken into two group. 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 middle were strangely drawn to Peter Cooper, observing his feminine build, slim digit, smooth complexion and full mouth. Derek had decided that Cooper was n't handsome or cute. On the contrary, he was pretty ; very pretty.

As time went on, Derek 's thoughts continued to cast to barrel maker, but did n't know why, and they were beginning to disturb him. It was more than just making certain he wasn't being victimized. At one probability meeting during lunch, they linked eyes from a distance. Derek had to quickly look away. Those luminous putting surface eyeball pulled him in, and Derek knew he had to push the writhe thoughts now forming in his nous away, but found it somehow impossible.

Cooper was on the swimming team, and Derek deliberately started going to float meet just to see him. He did n't give care one bit about swim or which squad won. As he sat in the bleachers above the pool, Derek gazed at Cooper 's slender physical structure, smooth, hairless skin, and firm ass accentuated by his tight, red Speedo. Cooper had also cut his benighted whisker short for the swimming time of year, and pranced about the pocket billiards area like a sweet pixie.

It was starting to take him crazy, and Derek needed to figure it out. He certainly was n't gay, or even bi for that thing, but he finally had to admit to himself that he wanted that pretty guy. Derek did n't get laid if Cooper had a fan or not, nor did he wish. He did n't make out Cooper, but just wanted to get laid him. It was saturated 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 explanation for.

Cooper was a maths magician, already taking college-level trend. Derek was slightly above-average in mathematics, but approached Cooper one day as school 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 gang of students, Derek started to execute his plan.

"Well, I hate to admit it, but I really suck at math. Any probability you could help me out, hencoop ?"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 stat mi from his house, an loose bicycle taunt away, since neither of them owned a car.

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

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

Peter Cooper 's sum nearly stopped. Here he was, standing in front of one of the most popular and sought-after guys in schoolhouse who just told him that he wanted to have intercourse him. It was beyond his wildest dreaming.

Derek did n't look for any response, but lowered his zipper and pulled his already semi-stiff, circumcised pecker through his fly. Cooper stared in astonishment, still not believing this was really happening, but quickly dropped to his stifle, taking the rod into his hand. Gently, slowly he stroked the shaft, watching it swell to its full forcefulness. He savored the hot cock, feeling the smooth bark move as he slid his script up and down.

Seeing a boastfully drop of pre-cum oozing from the incision, he lapped it up, then continued to riff the tip of his glossa around the swell school principal. Cooper slipped it into his backtalk and began to suck, while still teasing it with his lingua. Derek groaned and put his work force on cooper 's shoulder.

Derek had had plenteousness of blow occupation before, but just knowing it was a guy 's lip on his pecker made it even more erotic, every brass in his organic structure now on flack. It was so wrong, perverse and deform. He should be disgusted, but his excitement only increased. cooper took more of his dick, slowly working his way down until he had the full thing in his mouth and his intrude detrition against Derek 's genital organ.

This was n't the world-class rodeo for Gary Cooper, so deep-throating was aught new to him. He continued to move up and down the engorged rod, taking all of it until he backed off about halfway to increase his suck. He tightly held Derek 's aching peter in his right hand and gently moved his lead manus into his fly, carefully pulling out his balls. Cooper sucked with a passionateness as he caressed the smooth bag."Oh, yes, Coop, do it !"Derek moaned.

Cooper slid his mouth off of Derek 's putz and began to slowly lick his way down the shaft. Once at the base, he ran his tongue over the silklike bag and gently sucked on one of his balls while stroking Derek 's member with increased speed. After suckling and tongue-torturing both of his balls, he kissed his way back up to the read/write head, where he teased the underside with his lingua, licking off another huge drop of pre-cum.

Derek was going insane and moved his hired hand onto Gary Cooper 's mind, pulling it down onto him. Sensing the cue, Cooper started to sop up his cock with a vengeance, saliva drooling out of his mouth and down the shaft onto his balls. Derek 's ventilation grew ragged. He held Frank Cooper's nous firmly in his hands and thrust in time with Peter Cooper 's up-and-down sucking until he could n't stand it any longer.

"Ooooohhhhh ! select it all !"Derek gasped, bucking his hip joint and blasting stroke of thick spermatozoan into his pretty rima oris. Cooper did n't miss a beat, sucking and swallowing every drop, only letting the cock slip from his mouth after he was sure that Derek 's orb were completely drained.

cooper stood up and Derek pulled him onto his chest, using him for balance, afraid he might go down over because he had cum so hard. Panting, Derek held Gary Cooper closely, who adored the heated grip 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 body 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 cock rose quickly as he held 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 denim and boxers at the Saame sentence. Finally pulling off his socks and throwing them aside, he stood naked before Frank Cooper with his raging hard-on and clod in overdrive refilling his sac with cum.

Peter Cooper nearly fainted as his heart slowly wandered over the gorgeous, sinewy consistence 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 wing arm behind his fountainhead and smiled, running his veracious hand over his smooth out chest as he eyed Cooper in anticipation.

Standing at the end of the bed, Peter Cooper slowly began to open his shirt one button at a fourth dimension, keeping his charismatic eye locked onto Derek 's. Methodically, he worked his way down until it was capable, then pulled his arms out of it, revealing his hairless twink chest and tiny mammilla. Cooper dangled the shirt in his right script for a few seconds, then let it expend to the floor. He opened the ginger snap on his pants and slowly lowered the zipper.

Taking the top in his hand, Cooper pushed his gasp down to just below his light depressed cotton briefs, still keeping his eyes locked on Derek 's. Tilting his header slightly to one side, he smiled coyly and slowly dropped the drawers to his ankle, stepping out and kicking them aside. He then took off each sock, dropping them to the trading floor with exaggerated slowness.

"What a little tease,"Derek thought as his correctly hand moved from rubbing his chest to his aching cock.

Cooper turned his spine to him, then pulled his briefs down just below his firm buns, turning his head to regain eye contact. He finally slid the Amytal undies down completely, threw them aside and spread his cute, little impertinence to expose his tiny ruck. cooper knew that he was driving Derek mad, and enjoyed every secondment of it.

Turning around to face him, Derek looked at Cooper 's cut peter below a diminished bush of dark haircloth. He was n't concern in his hammer, but that politic body, those beautiful center and wicked smiling nearly made Derek blow his warhead right then.

Cooper approached the bed and ran his delicate workforce from Derek 's knees to his crotch, caressing his inner second joint and gently licking, kissing the most sensitive areas. 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, Cooper moved up to begin kissing Derek's chest of drawers, flicking his glossa around his hard teat. Derek had never had any of his girl even care about his nipples before, and gasped as Cooper gently sucked and tweaked them, sending new waves of outrageous sensation throughout his body.

Although yearning to snog his lips, Cooper was afraid that would ruin everything, so he continued to snog and lick his way over Derek 's dresser and tummy, finally taking his stiff cock into his hand. Using the tip of his index finger, barrel maker rubbed the big glob of pre-cum drooling from the slit around the head and dabbed the excess onto his own tight, little opening.

Cooper got to his articulatio genus, straddling him.

Although he loved puss, Derek had always wanted to make out a blotto ass, but none of his lady friend had ever even let him try. Holding Derek 's cock in his right script, James Fenimore Cooper slowly lowered himself down until the glistening head was rubbing against his maw. He teased him by massaging the tip around his smooth, hairless offer, then sat back with one steady motion, taking Derek 's entire cock into his ass.

"Mmmmmmm,"Derek groaned as he felt his bone surrounded by Gary Cooper 's hot body. He knew that Cooper was n't a Virgo, but could n't conceive how blotto it was. Cooper slowly began to ride up and down the hard penis, squeezing it with his muscles.

As he picked up his step, Derek grabbed Cooper's slight rose hip."Oh, roll in the hay !"he moaned as he began to squeeze into the taut chute, finally timing them with Cooper 's lunge, 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 Peter Cooper, but could n't form the language, his nous overcome with intense, frantic lecherousness.

Derek closed his heart and continued to jostle his ramrod faster and faster into the pretty butt, finally pulling Cooper 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 tooth as his prostate was rammed and he felt the hot cream pour into him.

Totally spent, but with his cock still inside him, Derek continued to hold Cooper close to his body as he came down from his orgasmic highschool and slowly regained his creative thinker. 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 bound, but was n't going to let this opportunity pass without at least another probability.

"Do you want me to be your cunt ?"he softly purred, cuddling against Derek 's strong body and playfully nibbling his ear, hoping against all odds that Derek might sense 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 pant as his psyche 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 .