Date: Sat, 25 Aug 2012 19:29:47 -0700 (PDT)
From: mtd4444@yahoo.com
Subject: Descent Chapter 1

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Descent Chapter 1 by Anonymous

Staring into the mirror, I quickly realized that I was at the exact state
that I wanted to be in. My muscles were now slightly toned (I now had the
"almighty V" shape that all the jocks had pointing down to their groin),
and my skin had cleared up significantly. My blue eyes looked better in a
face that wasn't so chubby. I had finally escaped the odious body that I
had come accustomed to all throughout my younger pre-pubescent age.

I still remember that time like it was yesterday, in reality it was five
months ago and though I seem like I'm bursting with confidence now, I was
bursting my fat ass with overall pathetic weakness before summer started.

Last year I began my sophomore year in high school, a fat blubbering homo
with acne all over my face. I weighed 205 pounds and I was in between 5'7"
and 5'8". I, Roman Black, was a freak. I had plenty of friends last year
but let's just say I had quite a few more enemies.

The jocks; the self-proclaimed rulers of Spring Hill High School (a po-dunk
school in the small town of Spring Hill, which rested on the Texas side of
the border of Arkansas and the lone star state) ruled "their" school with
iron fists. The school wasn't that big so the majority consisted of the
"socially acceptable" clans that were the jocks, the rednecks, and the do
good Christian society (the irony was that the "Christian" society was run
by some of the biggest whores Texas had ever seen). Chris Andrews was the
leader of the athletic Gods and there was a reason. Chris had absolutely no
care in the world other than fucking with people's lives. He was good
looking, rich, and most importantly...a dick, and not the good kind.
Chris's family was Spring Hill royalty, with his father being mayor, and
his mother being super intendant of the school system. Andrews got away
with everything.

In Chris's close group of friends were Alex Gage, Ryan Penton, and Curtis
Wilson. Alex was the same age as the rest of the group, 17. He had brown
hair and brown eyes. His smile was unmatched by his friends because it
truly did shine the brightest. Ryan had dirty blonde hair and green eyes.
He was a tad skinnier than the other boys but he was still as sexy as hell.
Curtis Wilson makes me laugh and not because he has a good sense of humor.
Curtis is not buff like his friends nor is he as hot as his friends. This
little chubster had the nose of a pig and hair that was a mixture of brown
and red. This kid was not only a dick, but he had no reason to be. If he
was not on the football team he might as well have hung with the really
weird people.

The jocks were a bunch of homophobes and they shared the same ideals as the
rednecks. Every time I walked down the hall it was a different hilarious
zinger that just sent me crying like a little bitch.

"Roman, how's that ass treating ya?"

"Black? Sucked any dick lately?"

Their insults were lame I know, but I still couldn't help going home and
taking it out on a bowl full of pizza rolls and polishing them off with a
pint of ice cream. God I was pathetic! It wasn't until the end of March
that I realized it was the time to change.

I started a diet the first day of April and started working out vigorously.
Before school ended in May I had lost about 19 pounds, no one had even
noticed. I stayed on my diet all throughout the summer and worked out
harder and longer. I didn't really speak to anyone all summer.

My parents never really wanted to talk anyway. The one person who really
was getting annoyed with my seclusion was Jane.

Jane is my best friend and we have been friends since we were in
elementary. She is your typical punk rock chick who really doesn't give a
shit. She surprises me every two weeks with new streaks of color in her
hair. Jane was the first person I told I was gay, she flipped shit. I had
never seen Jane so excited about anything. She loved me even more after
that.

After I went on my extreme diet, I stopped texting her. It wasn't her fault
or anything it was just the fact that I was so focused on what I needed to
do.  She would send me texts almost every day asking if I wanted to hang
out and it wasn't until a few days ago that I came up with a fresh answer.

Jane had asked me if I wanted to go to a gay club in a town an hour away
from where we lived. Her cousin Stacy works there and she always gets us in
even though we are only 17 and you have to be 18 to get in. I was standing
in front of my mirror when she asked me if I wanted to go, I was finally
pleased with my hard work and I accepted.  I had lost about 45 pounds in
fat and I had gained about 20 of it back in muscle. I had a growth spurt
over the summer and my skin had finally cleared up. I looked fucking hot.

The day we were supposed to go to the club I had bought some tighter jeans
and a black button up shirt. I had gotten my hair done earlier in the day
and spiked the front bangs up. The lady that was doing my hair put more
blonde streaks in my hair than usual and it made it look even better. I got
ready at home and texted Jane to come pick me up. I heard my doorbell ring
about ten minutes later. Before I opened the door I took in a deep breath
and casually opened it. Jane stood in the doorway with a blank expression
on her face. Her eyes widened when she realized it was me.

"Roman?! HOLY FUCKING SHIZNIT!!"

Jane screamed in excitement.

She gave me a huge hug and kept repeating how amazing I looked. I realized
that Jane was a lot shorter than me where she used to tower over me. We got
in her car and started to drive. We talked and talked, catching up on each
other and new gossip. It took us about an hour and fifteen to get there,
the traffic was kind of bad. We walked to the back of the club where Stacy
was waiting. She ushered us in and told us to have a good time.

The music was loud and the lights were bright. The multi-storied club was
filled with hot bodies dancing and grinding on each other. Jane wanted to
split up.

"Imma go find a hot lesbian to buy me a drink!" Jane roared above the
crowd.

I nodded and made my way to the dance floor. I started off dancing by
myself, but I soon realized that there were two men grinding on me and
making me into a human sandwich. Both of them were hot and chiseled, but
the one on my left was taller than me and had a great smile. I turned away
from the guy on my right, signifying that I had made my choice and his
"services" were no longer needed. The guy in front of me smiled as the man
who used to be on my right walked away cursing his luck.

Me and the winner, whose name was Lance, danced for about ten more minutes
until he started whispering in my ear how hot I was. Lance started licking
the top of my ear and then moved down to kissing my neck, which drove me
insane. My pants got tighter as my dick started to bulge out of my boxers.
The song ended and Lance directed me to a table with two seats. He left to
go get us some drinks and returned a short time after. He handed me a class
that was 98% Everclear and 2% cranberry juice. He was trying to get me
drunk. I took a sip and studied Lance. His hair was black and his eyes were
blue, like mine. He was wearing a tank top that barely concealed his tanned
and muscled chest. He looked at me.

"What are you thinking?" His voice was powerful yet sensual.

"I'm just wondering..."  I said playfully. His face turned curious.

"I was just wondering why you're trying to get me drunk when you should
know that you are gonna be the one that's fucking me tonight." I put the
class to my lips and chugged the rest of it down in one gulp. I looked at
Lance and smiled. Lance had the biggest grin on his face I had ever
seen. He motioned for me to sit on his lap and I couldn't help but oblige
him. I straddled his lap and began making out with him. His tongue entered
my mouth forcefully but I maneuvered my tongue carefully around the inside
of his mouth and began massaging his tongue with mine. After about five
minutes of hot over the clothes action, Lance picked me off of him and took
my hand and led me out to the alleyway.

It was hot outside and the moon was full. I heard some moans from the other
side of the dumpster and knew that the alleyway was where everyone came to
have a good time. Lance pinned me against the wall and started kissing me,
I could feel his hard on pulsating through his pants.

Considering this was to be my first time, I couldn't help but feel scared,
but for some reason I didn't want Lance to know. I mean, my ass wasn't a
stranger to guests. In my curiosity as a gay youngster, I have experimented
multiple times with a dildo I purchased one weekend when my parents were
gone. I hoped that it would've prepared me a little for the real thing, but
I knew that human contact would be so very different.

Lance ripped open my shirt and started licking my nipples. This was way
different than being solo. The way his tongue moved around my chest sent a
chill down my spine that got me even harder than I was before, which I
didn't even think was possible. Pre-cum was forming a wet spot in my jeans
and I knew I needed more.

"Lance?" I mumbled.

"Uh-huh?" he said as he was making his way down to my zipper.

I grabbed a handful of his hair and yanked his head up to eye level.

"I'm gonna need you to fuck me right now." Another sexy grin appeared on
his face.

"Yes sir!" he answered enthusiastically.

Lance unzipped his pants and let them drop to his ankles. His
tighty-whities were showing off a more than impressive bulge. He slipped
his underwear off quickly and jumping free was a nine and a half inch cut
cock. My mouth began to salivate as I realized that his dick was a few
inches bigger than my personal dildo. I dropped to my knees and took it in
my mouth. Lance began moaning almost instantly. I tried taking all of it in
my mouth, but I gagged when I got about half way down. I began licking his
dick from top to bottom, stopping at his balls and swallowing them.

"Oh God! That feels so fucking good."

Lance was in pure ecstasy and so was I.

I tried deep throating Lance again, and I was a little more successful,
getting about three quarters of it down my throat. I looked up and saw
Lance rolling his head back with his eyes closed. I continued to work on
his dick when all of a sudden he stopped moaning.

"I can't take it anymore! I gotta have you now!" Lance said as he jerked me
on my feet. As he put on a condom, I unzipped my pants and threw down my
boxers and assumed the position. I turned around facing a brick wall and
spread my legs. Lance spit on his dick and rubbed it one last time. My
hands were against the hard and rough wall and I began to get irritated by
the texture when Lance thrust his huge cock right up my semi tight hole. A
scream left my mouth but it wasn't a scream of pure pain, but a mixture of
pain and pleasure. Lance started thrusting slowly then soon each thrust
became faster and deeper. I felt my hole stretched to the max and I loved
it. His hard dick was pounding on my prostate and in an act of nature I
started pumping my cock.

"Fuck me!" I begged.

"You fucking like that?! You like my cock pounding your tight ass?!" Lance
whispered in my ear.

"Yes! Harder!" I realized what I said when Lance started giving it to me
with such force that I almost came all over myself, but I needed to hold
off a little while longer. I continued to stroke my dick in synchronization
of each thrust. Lance smacked my ass and I fucking LOVED that.

"I'm so fucking close baby!" Lance yelled.

"Me too!" I screamed back.

The thrusts increased to a maximum speed and I felt my balls ascend as hot
cum painted the brick wall in front of me.

"Oh GOD!!" Lance screamed as I felt him shake a few times behind me. His
breathing slowed down and he rested his head on my back. I squirmed out of
my position and left him standing against the wall as I cleaned myself off
and put my pants back on.

"Hey, this was fun. Give me your number." Lance demanded. I stared him up
and down and smiled.

"I've had my fun with you." I said leaving him out in the alleyway. I found
Jane dancing with a drink in her hand.

She was trashed. The girl she was dancing with looked pretty into her, but
I had to snap Jane out of it because Jane was a lot of things, but gay
wasn't one of them.

"Can you drive home?" She said slipping me her keys. I nodded and walked
her to the car. We started our way back to my house. Jane was gonna stay
the night because my parents didn't give a shit and there was no way for me
to get back home once I got to her house. We quietly entered the house and
walked upstairs to my room. I gave her some clothes and put her in my
bed. It was a queen size bed so there was plenty of room for the both of
us. I changed my clothes and nestled in right next to her.

"Roman? I had so much fun tonight."

Jane said giggling like a drunken idiot.

"Me too." I responded.

"We are gonna have so much fun this year, I can already tell." Jane
developed a case of the hiccups and she let herself be taken into a deep
sleep. Little did she know that I did plan on having fun this year. This
year the jocks and all those fucking assholes at that piece of shit school
better be ready, because I do have some plans for them.