“He hit me. Call the police. I’m pressing charges.” What he said didn’t quite come out that clearly, but the meaning of his words were obvious...According to Principal Atkinson, Tim and Benny were a gang of juvenile delinquents destined for prison at some point. Both of them had to be put in their place so that their bad attitude couldn’t infect the entire school. Tim was seated in the office waiting his turn to see Principal Atkinson. He marched over to the secretary’s desk. He picked up the. He complemented that I look like a whore. He went to washroom. I was at the window seeing the outside view. Suddenly he squeezed my hips and locked me from the back. I was panting and sweating badly. He started moving his palm towards my boobs. He squeezed it. I was very shy. I turned towards him to push him. But he hugged me tightly pressing my busts on his chest and his palm gracing my back. I got into sensual mood. I hugged him tight and I could feel his cock hard pressing me and I started. I peeked into ablackened room; nothing could be seen beyond the soft light of the firebehind me.I could hear something stir down a hall, just beyond the door I wasstanding before. In the depths of the faint glow, another door was visibleat the end of a short hallway. Slowly I approached it and paused to listen.I could hear movement behind this door. With a trembling hand I slowlypushed the door open and looked in. No light passed through the shadowI cast.Again, the soft stirring sounded before. He placed his cigarette between his lips and held it there then grabbed Craig's hips.As Tyrone pressed forward and penetrated him, Craig's eyes closed and he steadied his breath waiting for the crown, by far the cock's widest point, to breach his tight ring. It had been almost two weeks since they had done anything other than swap blow jobs and Craig hoped Tyrone would take his time."Goddamn," Tyrone said softly as he finally popped into Craig and kept going. "Always so fucking tight." Maybe if.