‘Not that you are going to mention it to anyone, wouldn’t do either of us any good’. Clay always had to be better than me; it was the foundation of our rivalry. I began to cry from the pain, but I couldn’t help but enjoy the feeling. He continued pounding on my ass, but reached over. My hands lingered around my asshole, but I chose not to. She began crying as I fucked her mercilessly like it was her cunt. 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. 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. It was big. After about 20 minutes of pounding away, he removed his big cock from my asshole and inserted it into my mouth. I came within a couple of minutes. I slapped her ass and called her a slut, like Clay had done to me, but it wasn’t enough. I was 14, to be gay would mean the equivelent of a death sentence in my youthful mind.
