He was the cutest kid on the planet with dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. He was 5’9 and skinny, but not bony skinny. He had no fat on his stomach, ...ut he muscles weren’t fully formed yet, and he looked more like 12 then 14. He started to go through puberty and had some hair on his crotch, but almost no hair on his legs. Kevin had a smile that would melt the world and he knew exactly how to use it on his father and that let him get away with murder. Anthony was a football player who was good. .he got on the bed and...and...and he tried to jam his thingin me. And when he couldn't he tried to shove his hand into me. Then he wentnuts and started calling me a freak. Said he knew I was horny for him and wantedto feel him up my ass. He rammed himself inside me. I don't know how long itlasted, but it seemed like forever. Each time he shoved into me I could feelmyself tearing open more and more. Then he leaned down and bit my breasts. Nomatter how hard or loud I tried to scream it only came. "Howlong have you been in London ?" She was dressed entirely in black, herdark hair short and spiky but she somehow managed to appear cool and elegant,especially with that refined accent. "Three years," I said tiredly. "You haven't lost your accent," she observed as she flicked throughmy designs. "Why should I?" I flared and she smiled. "Everyone tries to be someone else in London while pretending they'vebeen here all their lives. You look and sound like a young woman from Liverpool." "I am," I. But he said not to worry, that would just had to compensateby doing something after we met. I was intrigued but I was thankful hewasn't mad at me, and from this night on I started to wake whenever I hada hard-on while sleeping and if I couldn't control it I would go to thefridge for ice or just wash my face with cold water. It was not easy butall in all, I made it to our first meeting...Packing my femme clothes, I dressed in my previously regular ambiguousattire to avoid problems at the.