This is the adjacent part of my ‘ intimate life history ’, that's what my friends like to visit it anyway. At this item in time I had only been with one girl, Melissa. She's my best acquaintance and next threshold neighbor who I would fuck a lot. We went to the Sami school, Crescent High School, and our school had many rivals, including another shoal in our local area, Highbridge High School. Both school day are incredibly free-enterprise due to the fact that in the area, most shoal are pretty lousy and run down, Crescent High schoolhouse and Highbridge are two of four exception to the rules, the other two being a private school and an all young lady schooling respectively. The respite of the schooling in our arena are middling diddly-squat, but the reason why Crescent and Highbridge hate each other is because of the competitiveness between our academic succeeder and our athletic successes. Now I succeeded academically, but athletic competition was always my stiff case. I come from a family of athletics ; drawers, Footballers, Rugby thespian, running and field of operation athletics etc. I've always been athletic, I love it. Maybe one day I 'll discuss this in promote particular if you are that worry, but my point is for my school I was constantly the ‘ star jock ’. This meant that I competed against Highbridge a lot. The sum of fights I 've been in against people from this school has been ridiculous, this rivalry isn't just a bit of fun it's dangerous, some the great unwashed have been left in hospital from hurt sustained in combat between the two schools. I love the rivalry because I love to compete and I love to contend, always have always will.

Anyway dating between the schools was also frowned upon when we were immature. It wasn't very unwashed as citizenry from Highbridge tend to live in the northern part of the Town, people from Crescent heights lived in the Centre or in the southward ; I grew up in a shit kettle of fish called Berwell coin bank but that's a story for another day. When I was 14, I found out a classmate of mine, Rebecca, was dating a guy from Highbridge, called Clay. Dating anyone from Highbridge was bad but dating Lucius Clay of all mass was very bad. Clay was Highbridge's ‘ mavin jock'for our academic year, a highly rated rugby participant who had played for the England Under 16's a year untested than his teammates. I hated this guy because we both played for our district and county rugby teams, and both got called up for England trials but he got in and I didn't. When I found out Rebekah was dating him I was pissed, like everyone thankfully. Rebekah was a pop girl, very attractive and a lot of guys in my year including myself wanted her. Her big ass could be seen from a mile away. I used to get it on wanking off thinking about her big ass shaking around. I was jealous of Clay, once again he gets something that I want. I could picture his shit-eating grin laughing at me that he gets to fuck her.

Rebekah's ‘ betrayal ’, what we called anyway, began an all out war between the two schoolhouse, for a few days at least. There were a few competitiveness before people stopped caring and life went back to normal. But during this full stop of fourth dimension I decided to take natural action into my own work force. On a Tuesday afternoon, I went to Clay's sign of the zodiac. Lucius Clay had broken up with Rebecca, ultimately causing this ‘ war'to end but Rebecca was going to his house to sort matter out. At the last arcminute she decided she couldn't bear to see him and instead I would go there, but she didn't Tell cadaver. I was planning on beating the bull out of him. I fucking hated him.

I got to the house and knocked on the room access, as soon as he opened the door. ‘ dent, what are you doing here'cadaver questioned, but I took no placard. I walked inside and made sure he was home alone. He was. I turned to look him. ‘ You shouldn't have gotten with Rebecca'I said, as I lept towards him and hit him with a ripe crotchet. We fought for a bit, and ended up on his lounge. We were punching and kicking each other when he got the top setting. 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 wild, 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 girlfriend in generally, just recently I've been thinking about son too'He turned to me, ‘ Please don't tell anyone, I know we don't get along but please hold on this between us'he was right, we don't get along but outing someone was frightful, besides it wasn't like I didn't like it. I was surprised to detect a little bulge in my trousers from the strong-arm link and the kiss. He noticed this too, and I looked over to his bulge. It was big. Looked adult than mine, but of course it was. stiff always had to be better than me ; it was the initiation of our rivalry. He was slightly taller than me as well, 5'10 compared to my 14 year old frame standing at about 5'8. Even if I did have an abnormally large cock for my age, corpse had to let one bigger than me. I looked from his bulging putz to his face, he was staring at me. My cumulative hate turned to attraction. I never realised how attractive I found him to be. My shaft got difficult as I looked into his depressed heart, and we came together for my beginning consensual kiss with a boy. I had never before been sexually attracted to individual my own gender, but I wanted him. I didn't know what that meant but I didn't botheration thinking about it.

Our kiss was retentive and passionate. I reached over and grabbed his large bulge and he did the same. He got mine out first and began massaging it. He was impressed with the length, I did boast 7 inches at the fourth dimension. But it looked low in comparison to his 8.5 inch peter which I had just realised from its captivity in his pant. I was shocked, I couldn't believe such a thing could even survive, let alone be held down in a twosome of trousers without ripping the fabric. The hammer was thick to and dripping with pre-cum. We began wanking each other off and kissing. He broke off our kiss and insisted I suck his cock. I was surprised by how eager I was to do it. His beautiful cockhead dripped with pre-cum and the venous blood vessel popped to the surface, it looked Delicious. I went down to the story on my stifle and proceeded to snog the tip of his stopcock, before licking it and eventually taking it in my mouth. Once it was in, Clay proceeded to skull sleep with me. It was vivid, no doubt things he did to girls before me. For about 30 endorsement he pounded away at my throat as I lay there, suppressing the urge to be demented. Quickly my gag reflex disappeared and I was able to enjoy the new found feeling of having his tumid member down my throat.

He removed his cock from my mouth, giving me fourth dimension to breathe, and told me to amount with him. I followed him to his bedroom, where we undressed and I laid on his bed. He sucked my shaft for a bit, but became infatuated by the sizing of my ass, which people often said looked more like a char's, and urged me to sky over. I was scared, of course, as there was no going back after this. But my fears subsided when I felt Clay's cockhead enter my cocksucker. I began to cry from the pain, but I couldn't service but enjoy the feeling. It was unbelievable, something I had never felt before nor expected myself to enjoy. His fabolous dick only needed to promote 4 inches inside before I came, for which he felt on his cock and smacked my ass. He reached over and grabbed me by the neck, ‘ Don't cum until I fucking tell you too'He insisted agressively, pushing my fountainhead back down and continuing to bear on his large cock interior of me. I continued crying, but did not plain once as he entered me. He got 6 inches in and began fucking me. His big pecker felt amazing as it hammered away at my poor asshole. cadaver began slamming all 8.5 inches of cock inside of me, which resulted in me crying out even tawdry and then cumming all over his bedsheets. He started shouting at me, removed his shaft and dragged me by the wooden leg so that my read/write head was where a kitty of my own cum was. He pushed my head into the cum and made me salute it. This degrading act was a huge play on for me. I quickly released how a good deal I enjoyed tasting my own cum. He continued fucking me, all 8.5 column inch slamming into my asshole. clay reached over to pass me over again, whispering in my ear ‘ What did I fucking say, adjacent fourth dimension you cum severalise me before ’.

He continued fucking my ass for 10 more minutes. My balls began to swell as I felt another consignment begin to unloosen. In my moaning voice I said, ‘ clay, I'm going to cum ’. He continued pounding on my ass, but reached over. With his right deal he choked me and his pull up stakes handwriting he covered my cockhead. I came inside his hand. He took his hired man and poured my cum into my oral fissure. He called me a slattern and slapped my ass. It was so debasing but I loved it.

Soon it was Clay's time to cum. After about 20 minutes of pounding away, he removed his big rooster from my cocksucker and inserted it into my lip. The taste was unlike now, but I still enjoyed it. He fucked my rima oris for a few transactions, causing me to make an internal orgasm, before he filled my throat with cum. He took his limp cock out of my mouth, stepped over me and laid in the bed.

I couldn't movement, I laid there too, facing away from him. I wasn't sure what I had just done, or how I was going to live with myself. I was 14, to be gay would mean the equivelent of a Death sentence in my youthful intellect. remains said something to me, but in my stun state I didn't hear it. He slapped my ass, which brought me to attention, though I didn't dare motility to look at him. ‘ That was fun wasn't it ’. Lucius DuBignon Clay said. ‘ Not that you are going to mention it to anyone, wouldn't do either of us any unspoilt ’. He caressed my ass, slapped it a few times, before plunging his midway finger's breadth inside of it. He began kissing my cervix and fingering me, all the while rubbing his semi-erection on my thigh. The tone of his finger inside of me was intense, not like his cock obviously but still it felt untimely and that's made it palpate right.

I came inside myself again, and decided now was the time to pass on. I got up and got dressed and headed plate. I messaged Melissa as I was walking home. I wasn't gay, I know I wasn't. But I needed to prove I wasn't. Melissa's mum had just left the house, and she was cook for me. I got inside, and began going to work on Melissa's beautiful body. I wanted to bruise her, no I needed to. It was the lone was I could try 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 arse and knew what I had to do. Without mentation, I stuck my thumb inside her cocksucker. She whimpered, but I paid no mind to it. I then pulled my ovolo out and started fingering her arse with my middle finger's breadth. She began to groan from this. I pulled my throbbing dick out of her wet cunt and forcefully put it inside her bunghole. She began crying as I fucked her mercilessly like it was her cunt. I came within a mates of moment. She cried and I cried with her, telling her what Clay and I had done. We held each other and I apologised for hurting her.

I went home and went for a to lavish. As I washed, I remembered how dainty it felt when remains fingered me. My hands lingered around my asshole, but I chose not to. I got out, dried off and got into bed. As I looked at my sound, I noticed a message, from remains. A picture of his beautiful turncock. The caption read, ‘ We should do that again sometime x'.