I was buzzin' from a really good night out and the sight of these lads in their trackies and hooded tops had me springin' a rock-hard boner in an inst...nt!" 'Ere,mate you gotta spare fag on ya?" This from a totally hot k** about 17/18 years old,a right cocky looking fucker!I looked over at him and shook me head,"Nah,pal,aint got enough ta go passing' 'em around,ok?"The k** sneered at me and winked at his mates,"Listen,ya tosser,I aint askin' I'm fuckin' tellin' ya,gimme a fuckin' fag or I'll. “Mr. Masterson, please pay attention to the class for once,” Mrs. Kline said.Just then the bell rang out its soothing tone.“Okay, now you all have a good weekend and don’t forget to study for the chapter test on Monday, Jay would you please stay for a minute,” Mrs. Kline said, giving me an upset look.After all the students have left the class, you walk over to Mrs. Kline's desk, who was finishing some last minute math work. You take this time to examine Mrs. Kline from your position. Mrs.. And then suddenly without warning, my very first sexual experience ever outside of my trusy right hand had ended. So with no dirt bike to have to search for and the whole afternoon free, we went down into the city to eat at a Wendies while I got a crash verbal course in both Homosexuality as well as the Secret inner workings of that remote secluded rest Area. Yes during that next few hours, Howie educated me on things I never even knew existed. Mostly the gay culture, the gay gene he said 20%. As she got over the bridge, suddenly out of nowhere she felt a gloved hand on her mouth, another around her waist and a feeling of falling backwards as she landed dress in the air, losing a shoe in the process under the bridge.It was dark and she couldn’t get her bearings, she felt the bile rise in her throat at the taste of the leather as she tried to cry out, the noise was muffled and nothing could be heard, tears pricked at her eyes and she could hear her assailant breathing heavily in her.