“You’re completely and utterly one hundred and twenty percent gay,” was his verdict.Whoever was doing this to me had done a comprehensive stitch...up job.When we got to school, we split up to go our separate ways. I headed to my locker to stash my running gear. There was a crowd surrounding it. I pushed my way through.Someone had painted over Eugenie Butler-Winter’s artwork. The same red paint but in a display of ironic creativity, the vandal had arranged the words differently: ‘DEVIENT’, ‘AIDS’. OK, I'll do it," Rachel said."Becky," I said, "you have to do it on your desk, not in the bathroom." But, sir..." she started."No buts," I said, "except Rachel's and Joan's on your desk. If you want to go out tomorrow night, this is the condition. I'll talk to you later." I hung up and went back to work, after adjusting my cock a little.When I got home, Becky greeted me at the door. "You had an interesting day, didn't you?" she asked."No more than yours, I'm sure," I replied."Sir, next time you. What a lame ass joke. As usual, with all of his retarded quips, I rolled my eyes in disgust. We took off down the road, as I sat with my arms crossed. “You know, we’ll be graduating in seven months, and yet all you’ve done is shoot me down, never giving me a shot,” Marcus mused. “I mean, shit, we joke at each other all the time. We have chemistry, so how do you know we won’t have sexual chemistry?” “First of all,” I began, “I ‘shoot you down’ because you say stupid shit. Second of all, we. His tongue pushed past her lips. She closed her mouth around it and sucked on his tongue as she pulled him deeper inside her mouth. Michael reached down under her black mesh dress and pressed his hand to her black thong. His hand flattened as his palm covered her seven-inch, smooth cock. Courtney moaned as she sucked his tongue in her warm mouth. She knew their time was limited. Michael soon had her nearly erect but she knew this was not her time.Courtney had already been Courtney for.