I don't consider myself gay but at that stage a lot of boys were a bit confused sexually with the lack of females around.This story is the first of my...two sexual experiences at school.At 11 years old, at prep school, one evening all the boys in my dormitory were playing a game. It was after 'lights-out', and one boy, James, was running round the dorm scaring the other boys by either jumping on their beds or hiding underneath them. He was quite short with black hair and relatively average. He used stronger thread this time because he continued to enjoy, abuse and fuck his tiny little shorts in the next twenty years without incident. Through the years, it showed signs of fatigue and wear and tear as it was extremely tight. The gaps in the seams were getting wider and even torn in some places. Loose threads could be seen on the seams. Then one day, he came without his favourite tiny little shorts. I asked him, “Why, what happen to your cute, little shorts?” He replied, “Oh I threw. With two fingers stretched out together he caught the last of Asok’s load, allowing it to land and collect on his upturned fingertips. Asok seemed unperturbed but again I marvelled at his friend’s sexual ambivalence. When Skipper felt there was no more to come, he used his left forefinger to tug down my gag and gently, lovingly almost, inserted the come-covered fingertips into my mouth. Closing my eyes I savoured the flavours, Asok’s sperm and Skipper’s skin, my tongue slowly swirling around,. It may have felt good, but look at yourself now, dumbass, she thought. Don't piss him off more.Renee waited until she could inhale easily before daring to lift her head from the safety of her arms--the blow caught the girl across the chin and jerked her head back; sight spun sickeningly around her, the room turning black in places."Shut up," said Zack ... but calmly.The lack of emotion turned the synthetic's stomach to stone."Take off your clothes."Her hands began shakily unbuttoning the.