For as long as I can remember, I always tried to study well. The first five or six years are not at all what they want, but only because my own grandmother made me study so that I would not. And in the sixth grade, I understood why I needed it and got involved myself. I plowed into my studies, but not always, of course, I got marks for studying. Sometimes it was necessary to lick off the teachers and carry them presents, but in the end the school managed to finish well.
At the same age, when I myself began to understand that I needed to study, I realized that girls, well, they don’t attract me at all. No matter how much I watched porn with women, it did not attract me. And then I opened the world of gay porn, and then I realized what was my problem. And I couldn’t tell anyone about this - my grandmother always hated gays, but I don’t blame her. In her time, there was no tolerance for people like me.
And I have never had any friends, only a classmate, but we communicated with her only at school. Yes, and I would not dare to tell her that. Frankly, I was not particularly worried about the fact that I prefer guys - not me first, not me last. If we live in Russia, I would still be able to find a guy. Although sometimes in physical education classes I noticed that I allow myself to once again look at my classmates and students who came from classes. I liked some of the guys at school, but I never dared to tell anyone - I still had to study there, but I didn’t want to be a laughing stock. It wasn’t the best attitude to me in class, and I didn’t want to become a victim of ridicule due to my orientation.
Once, looking at the guys in the classroom, I looked again. I looked away from my classmate when I felt Misha’s gaze on me. Mishka was a troechnik, he was from a not very good family - parents drank, there were four children in their family. It was difficult for them, but my classmate seemed to be holding on. His character was difficult, and, to be honest, at school I always thought that Misha treated me the worst of everything. Then he noticed my eyes and seemed to understand something. I was scared then. What if he tells someone? Suddenly, a rumor will start about me at school, and it will reach my grandmother? I was really afraid, because in Mishin's eyes it read: "I know everything." I walked for two days, shaking all. I did not give rest to this fact. And I was especially afraid that Misha would come to me and start asking questions. And then it occurred to him that he might ask for something for silence. Easier from this at all.
On the third day after I saw Mishina’s eyes looking straight into my soul, I calmed down a bit. I lingered after classes, helped the teacher in physics to check the control seventh grade. I checked, but all my thoughts were occupied by my classmate. This view and the fact that I realized that I really like Misha, although I didn’t want to admit it - well, as it is, an excellent student and a clever boy in general like a dolt and troechnik, who most often makes fights at school ? I too did not understand.
I don’t know where, but in the middle of our work with the teacher she left, she said that she would be back soon. I just nodded her back and got carried away with my thoughts again. Behind them, I did not even notice how someone entered the office. I just felt other people's fingers grab my shirt fabric and pull me along. When I looked back, I saw Misha. He had a wild look of some kind, I was even scared. He silently pulled me into the men's room. I didn’t have to go far - the door to the right of the physics classroom was the entrance to the toilet. Misha and fame did not say, I did not receive answers to my questions. He pulled me into the booth, pushed me that I almost fell on the toilet, and entered himself, closing the door behind him.
- Misha, your mother, what are you doing? - I almost screamed, I got a slap in the face. Misha's arm is heavy, it made her moan from pain and shut up right away. I looked at him with anger in his eyes, and he seemed not to even know what to do. Apparently, succumbed to a sudden impulse when he saw me alone.
“Shut up, bespectacled,” says Misha, but the feeling is that he is spitting poison. I am not at all offended, but he does not seem to seek my offenses. He grabs my hair and pulls me down, forcing me to kneel down. Something happens all too quickly, and here is my classmate standing in front of me, lowering his pants and underwear. And I only watch with shock. And then it starts to reach me - I'm not sure if I liked him, but I was definitely excited. This was evident from the way his cock stood. Honestly, I was a little surprised by its size. Not to say that I have a miniature member, but the size of his body just exceeded the size of mine.
“Open your mouth,” Misha demands, but somehow I’m dirty, I don’t know what to do. I will bite - again I will get a slap in the face. But I don’t want to give up at once, even if I felt a hell of tension down there. - I fucking told you. Open your mouth.
“I won't,” I say, and for some reason there is a feeling that I am some kind of child whom the mother is trying to feed with porridge. From this association it becomes a little ridiculous, but I do not show it. - You're crazy, Misha. What are you doing? - and here I again get slapped. Already stronger than at that time, and it makes indignantly open his mouth from the pain and some resentment. I never really liked such a rough feeling, but now I felt that this made my dick tense up in my pants even more.
> - Are you an idiot or what? - these words make offended to look away and open his mouth. I had no experience in blowjob, but, remembering how much porn I looked at, where I had a blowjob, I could do something.
Misha somehow smiles too pretty, and then grabs the trunk of his penis and brings it to my lips. He runs it several times, allowing him to breathe out of his lips, and the head of the penis pushes my lips, forcing him to open his mouth wider and allow the head to be inside my mouth. With my tongue, I stroke hot flesh, closing my eyes. For some reason it seemed to me that this is exactly what Misha should like. Honestly, how to proceed further, I did not know much, so I probably licked his head for a minute and sucked it. At first I did not like it, but then I even began to receive pleasure from it. Further, Misha seems to relax and put everything in my hands. And mouth. I released the head from my mouth and, with a quiet sigh, ran my tongue along the entire length of the penis, connecting my hands. The fingers caressed his testicles, and the tongue again switched to the head. I looked up at my classmate and noticed how he aimed the phone at me, clearly taking pictures of what was happening.
- Take it away. Or I will write to you and declare how to get out of here, ”I said, stiffening and distracting from oral sex. Misha silently agreed, turning on the phone and hiding it in his pocket. The fingers of his free hand reached for my hair, forcing me back to the blowjob. This is what I did. I licked his head again, pulling out a satisfied moan, and tried to wet the whole member. Saliva casually flowed from it, and the second hand tried to keep it smeared on the trunk. The whole member of Misha did not fit in my mouth - too big. Therefore, in order not to deprive the trunk, I jerked him. I sucked not so long, soon Misha pulled me by my red patly and made me stand up.
“Turn around,” a classmate commands, and I somehow do it obediently. He pulls my pants down and pulls my hand forward, slightly squeezing my dick through the linen, forcing involuntarily sigh. I give in to it, try to rub myself on someone else’s palm and close my eyes. I definitely like it. But the question of Misha pulls me into reality. - Are you a virgin, bespectacled? Has anyone in your ass already been?
“A virgin,” I reply, biting my lip a little. “Only my fingers have been there.” So more careful come on.
“Okay, nipple,” Misha grins, and then pulls off my panties too. I try to relax, and Misha, meanwhile, caresses my dick. He drives his palm along the trunk, and with his thumb caresses the head. Soon, Misha’s fingers turn to my lips, and I look into his eyes, puzzled, over his shoulder.
- Dampen them. I have no lubrication - it causes me to sigh, and I open it in my mouth. Sucking the fingers of a classmate, I am even keen on somehow too much. But when I let them out of my mouth, the saliva on them is so much that she even drips on the floor, while Misha’s fingers are near my ass. They smear my saliva on the entrance to the inside, slightly pressing and massaging. I try to relax, but I know that it won't hurt - in the morning, when I was in the shower, I managed to jerk with my fingers inside my ass, and that's why there I am now not so very tense. One finger enters almost without problems, but still a little tense and sudden. I quietly lined the name of my classmate, and he smirks. Very soon, the finger begins to walk quite freely inside me, and Misha decides to add a second finger. But now his movements are more focused on finding the most sensitive point. And Misha does it. It makes me sound sonorous and I twitch, arched.
Soon, Misha finishes stretching me. He pushes my buttocks apart and spits on a stretched hole, and then, clasping his penis with his hand, puts him to the entrance inside. I hold my breath, bite my lip, and Misha presses down to get inside me. It pulls a pained moan from me, and I sneer, hissing. It hurts me Misha, apparently, did not stretch me enough.
- Your mother .. It hurts. Be careful, Misha, - I hiss, I try to relax and put my palms on the wall. My classmate is silent, confidently, but slowly entering to the end, and I hiss from pain.
- Be patient, what can I do? - He says, and then again squeezes my penis with his fingers, starting slowly nadrachivat it, so I felt even a little bit easier. He waits for a while, giving me time to get used to him, and then he starts a slow movement: it goes almost to the end, and then it comes out sharply again. The first ten minutes I was terribly hurt, Misha often took out and spat on my butt, so that was more than how much. And then it became easier for me, I got used to the sensations and, to be honest, it almost did not hurt. I even began to moan with pleasure, leaned back and arched. We uttered completely indecent sounds: these were slaps of bodies, and moans, and even sometimes screams. But only I screamed, it was too nice.
I finished first, Misha had to grab me with his free hand, because my legs were weakened by sensations. And when I finished, slapping Misha’s hand and mine, with which I covered the boy’s palm with my sperm, he grimaced in disgust, removing his hand and shaking it off.
- You fucking slap my hand.
- Sorry. Now shut up and go on, - I smile, turning slightly to Misha. He grins at these words and continues without questions, pushing me on his penis and holding tight in his hands. And after about five minutes with a roar he ends up, but already inside of me. Then he takes out his penis and bends a little, pushing my buttocks with his fingers, to watch his sperm flow out of me, rolling down a large drop to the testicles and soon falling into my panties.