I managed that by focusing on my classes and taking several extra ones. Nick didn’t talk so I calmed down. After Christmas I was relieved when my pa...ents told us that we had to move in another neighborhood, that meant new school, new friends and, most importantly, long distance from the old ones. I kept dressing at every chance, that means each one of the few times that I was left alone at home. I used to dress and then masturbate hard thinking that I was a girl being fucked by men. I was not. I got a bottle of rum out from one of my cupboards and put it shakily on the counter. Next, I grabbed a glass, but it slipped from my hand and fell to the floor with a loud crash as it shattered. I sighed and leaned against the counter, grabbing the rum, opening it, and taking a swig straight from the bottle instead. The warm alcohol seemed through my body, seemingly numbing my nerves for a moment. I shook my head, readjusting my glasses and thinking, biting down on my bottom lip. What sort of. .. It was huge! It looked ridiculously out of place on a skinny queer like him. "Whatever, big dick, small dick, you're still a faggot," I accused. "And you're about to become one," he said. "Now get on your knees and suck my cock or I'm revealing you're a steroid-using cheater and ending your college football career before it begins." Trying to cool down, I asked, frustrated by my predicament, trying to assess the damage, "So if I suck your dick once, you'll end this blackmail bullshit." "No,". I put the bowl of cereal aside and sat at the table, passing her a mug of coffee, some sugar in a bowl and a carton of milk.Mary poured milk into her mug and stirred. She took the tiniest of sips and put the mug down, wrapping her hands around it. "Finn, I need to talk to you about Cassandra."A pulse of fear hit me. My hand trembled slightly when I placed my mug on the table. Did she see my hand shake? "What about Cassie?" I asked, cupping my mug with both hands to stop them revealing my.