This is the next part of my ‘sexual career’, that’s what my friends like to call it anyway. At this point in time I had only been with one girl, Melissa. She’s my best friend and next door neighbour who I would fuck a lot. We went to the same school, Crescent High School, and our school had many rivals, including another school in our local area, Highbridge High School. Both schools are incredibly competitive due to the fact that in the area, most schools are pretty shitty and run down, Crescent High School and Highbridge are two of four exceptions to the rules, the other two being a private school and an all girls school respectively. The rest of the schools in our area are pretty shit, but the reason why Crescent and Highbridge hate each other is because of the competitiveness between our academic successes and our athletic successes. Now I succeeded academically, but athletics was always my strong suit. I come from a family of athletics; Boxers, Footballers, Rugby players, Track and Field athletics etc. I’ve always been athletic, I love it. Maybe one day I'll discuss this in further detail if you are that interested, but my point is for my school I was constantly the ‘star athlete’. This meant that I competed against Highbridge a lot. The amount 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 people have been left in hospital from injuries sustained in fights between the two schools. I love the rivalry because I love to compete and I love to fight, always have always will.
Anyway dating between the schools was also frowned upon when we were younger. It wasn’t very common as people from Highbridge tend to live in the northern part of the town, people from Crescent High lived in the centre or in the south; I grew up in a shit hole called Berwell Banks 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 Clay of all people was very bad. Clay was Highbridge’s ‘star athlete’ for our academic year, a highly rated rugby player who had played for the England Under 16’s a year younger 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 Rebecca was dating him I was pissed, like everyone thankfully. Rebecca was a popular 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 love 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.
Rebecca’s ‘betrayal’, what we called anyway, began an all out war between the two schools, for a few days at least. There were a few fights before people stopped caring and life went back to normal. But during this period of time I decided to take actions into my own hands. On a Tuesday afternoon, I went to Clay’s house. Clay had broken up with Rebecca, ultimately causing this ‘war’ to end but Rebecca was going to his house to sort things out. At the last minute she decided she couldn’t bear to see him and instead I would go there, but she didn’t tell Clay. I was planning on beating the shit out of him. I fucking hated him.
I got to the house and knocked on the door, as soon as he opened the door. ‘Nick, what are you doing here’ Clay questioned, but I took no notice. I walked inside and made sure he was home alone. He was. I turned to face him. ‘You shouldn’t have gotten with Rebecca’ I said, as I lept towards him and hit him with a right hook. We fought for a bit, and ended up on his sofa. We were punching and kicking each other when he got the top mount. 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 angry, 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 girls in generally, just recently I’ve been thinking about boys too’ He turned to me, ‘Please don’t tell anyone, I know we don’t get along but please keep this between us’ he was right, we don’t get along but outing someone was horrible, besides it wasn’t like I didn’t like it. I was surprised to notice a slight bulge in my trousers from the physical contact and the kiss. He noticed this too, and I looked over to his bulge. It was big. Looked bigger than mine, but of course it was. Clay always had to be better than me; it was the foundation 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 possess an abnormally large cock for my age, Clay had to have one bigger than me. I looked from his bulging cock to his face, he was staring at me. My accumulative hate turned to attraction. I never realised how attractive I found him to be. My cock got harder as I looked into his blue eyes, and we came together for my first consensual kiss with a boy. I had never before been sexually attracted to someone my own gender, but I wanted him. I didn’t know what that meant but I didn’t bother thinking about it.
Our kiss was long 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 time. But it looked small in comparison to his 8.5 inch cock which I had just realised from its captivity in his trousers. I was shocked, I couldn’t believe such a thing could even exist, let alone be held down in a pair of trousers without ripping the fabric. The cock 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 dick. I was surprised by how eager I was to do it. His beautiful cockhead dripped with pre-cum and the veins popped to the surface, it looked delicious. I went down to the floor on my knees and proceeded to kiss the tip of his cock, before licking it and eventually taking it in my mouth. Once it was in, Clay proceeded to skull fuck me. It was intense, no doubt things he did to girls before me. For about 30 seconds he pounded away at my throat as I lay there, suppressing the urge to be sick. Quickly my gag reflex disappeared and I was able to enjoy the new found feeling of having his large member down my throat.
He removed his cock from my mouth, giving me time to breathe, and told me to come with him. I followed him to his bedroom, where we undressed and I laid on his bed. He sucked my dick for a bit, but became infatuated by the size of my ass, which people often said looked more like a woman’s, and urged me to flip 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 asshole. I began to cry from the pain, but I couldn’t help but enjoy the feeling. It was incredible, something I had never felt before nor expected myself to enjoy. His fabolous cock only needed to push 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 head back down and continuing to push his large cock inside of me. I continued crying, but did not complain once as he entered me. He got 6 inches in and began fucking me. His big dick felt amazing as it hammered away at my poor asshole. Clay began slamming all 8.5 inches of cock inside of me, which resulted in me crying out even louder and then cumming all over his bedsheets. He started shouting at me, removed his cock and dragged me by the legs so that my head was where a pool of my own cum was. He pushed my head into the cum and made me drink it. This degrading act was a huge turn on for me. I quickly released how much I enjoyed tasting my own cum. He continued fucking me, all 8.5 inches slamming into my asshole. Clay reached over to choke me over again, whispering in my ear ‘What did I fucking say, next time you cum tell me before’.
He continued fucking my ass for 10 more minutes. My balls began to swell as I felt another load begin to release. In my moaning voice I said, ‘Clay, I’m going to cum’. He continued pounding on my ass, but reached over. With his right hand he choked me and his left hand he covered my cockhead. I came inside his hand. He took his hand and poured my cum into my mouth. He called me a slut and slapped my ass. It was so degrading but I loved it.
Soon it was Clay’s time to cum. After about 20 minutes of pounding away, he removed his big cock from my asshole and inserted it into my mouth. The taste was different now, but I still enjoyed it. He fucked my mouth for a few minutes, causing me to have 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 move, 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 mind. Clay said something to me, but in my dazed state I didn’t hear it. He slapped my ass, which brought me to attention, though I didn’t dare move to look at him. ‘That was fun wasn’t it’. Clay said. ‘Not that you are going to mention it to anyone, wouldn’t do either of us any good’. He caressed my ass, slapped it a few times, before plunging his middle finger inside of it. He began kissing my neck and fingering me, all the while rubbing his semi-erection on my thigh. The feeling of his finger inside of me was intense, not like his cock obviously but still it felt wrong and that’s made it feel right.
I came inside myself again, and decided now was the time to leave. I got up and got dressed and headed home. 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 ready for me. I got inside, and began going to work on Melissa’s beautiful body. I wanted to hurt her, no I needed to. It was the only was I could prove 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 asshole and knew what I had to do. Without thinking, I stuck my thumb inside her asshole. She whimpered, but I paid no mind to it. I then pulled my thumb out and started fingering her asshole with my middle finger. She began to moan from this. I pulled my throbbing cock out of her wet cunt and forcefully put it inside her asshole. She began crying as I fucked her mercilessly like it was her cunt. I came within a couple of minutes. 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 shower. As I washed, I remembered how nice it felt when Clay 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 phone, I noticed a message, from Clay. A picture of his beautiful cock. The caption read, ‘We should do that again sometime x’.