Date: Wed, 20 Feb 2019 11:18:34 +0000 From: Andrew Passey Subject: School Days Part 1 (Young Friends) This is a continuation from my teenage sexual experiences that I told in the story The Bully. Might jump around a little bit timeline wise as it develops but for now it's picking up pretty much where I left off. One thing I'd learned over the past year with all the sex I'd been having was that not only was sex amazing and fun but particularly among boys it had a currency of it's own. Hence the deals and blackmailing and sexual favours that were given. This is very much apparent by my next experience where the currency on offer was certainly pretty clear! Oliver was a boy I knew a little bit from Scouts. He didn't go to my school but I knew him enough enough to say hello to. He was 16, very large and a fair bit overweight, slightly harsh faced as well with terrible eyesight, his glasses were crazily strong and i think he was pretty much blind as a bat without them. Basically definitely not a looker! So I'd got back from my short Wales holiday and none of my friends as it was still early in the summer hols. I bumped into Oliver when shopping at Tesco after we got back on the Friday with my Mum and he said he was having his 16th birthday party on Saturday night and I should come along. My Mum was a bit reluctant to let me go to it as she was worried there might be alcohol there but he assured my Mum it would just be a few kids playing computer games so she said I could go along. So I turned up Saturday around 7.30, Oliver's friend Grant let me in "think you've got the wrong party Andy, this is for boys with big dicks not sconers" He said with a laugh. I blushed and he said he was "only joking". (Sconer was a term for someone with no pubes, I did have a few by this stage not that I was going to tell Grant). Oliver had a big house with a games toon off the kitchen which had a dart board and a TV. There were probably 20 or so boys and girls of Oliver's age in there. I popped in to say hello to Oliver and drop my coat off, I got a few wolf whistles and a few ''oooh he's cute" from a couple of the girls and a few of the boys taking the piss. I blushed and hot footed out of there in embarrassment. There was also a few computers set up in the kitchen, one to play games and one running a fruit machine simulator so I mostly hung out there playing games and chatting to a couple of younger brothers of Oliver's friends that I sort of knew. I did have a bit to drink but in the games room the booze was certainly flowing. Oliver and Grant then came into the kitchen and had a bit of a row. "where the fuck is Zoe?" Oliver said angrily and Grant said he'd phoned her house and she wasn't in so maybe she was on her way. From my eavesdropping I ascertained that Grant and Oliver's friends had chipped in cash and with that and Oliver's money they'd got £600, which they'd agreed to pay to Zoe to have sex with Oliver so he could lose his virginity on his birthday. This sounded to me the most ridiculous idea ever, I knew the girl in question as she was the sister of someone in my year. She was bad news and I would not want to have sex with her let alone pay her! Apparently they'd paid a down payment of £200 with the rest afterwards. This to my ears was the most crazy amount of money ever, more than I had in my savings, probably more than my Mum had. I did think they were a bunch of fucking idiots, once they'd given her £200 why would she be fussed about an extra few hundred? Grant went out and said he'd try and find her leaving Oliver continuing to drink. He came over and checked how I was and I said fine, he was slurring his words already, he gave me a hug and said thanks for coming and then started muttering about Grant and money etc Grant eventually came back with no Zoe. A few people had already left by then and while it wasn't emptying out it was a bit quieter. It then sort of kicked off a bit in the games room with some cheering. I went to see what was going on and an obviously totally smashed Oliver had taken his clothes off and was trying to not fall over while staggering around naked asking "who wants some" and waving his cock in one hand with a handful of money in the other. He looked a bit crazed and his overhanging belly wasn't a good look, however he had an attractive large cock with a load of pubes. It looked almost like an elephant trunk to my eyes, it was I guess a "shower" rather than a "grower!". At this point the rest of the girls left saying he was being a "drunken prick" which caused him to start roaring on about "yes i'm drunk and yes I have a prick". Grant tried to calm him down and Oliver lost the plot and then shouted "everyone out you bunch of twats". No one moved at first but he started swinging his fists around and so everyone headed to the door. Grant saw me and said not to be scared and Oliver was just very drunk. I was fine to be honest, I actually thought it was quite funny! As I started to head out the door it was raining and I realised I'd left my coat so went back for it to find Oliver sort of half asleep on the sofa snoring slightly naked on my coat surrounded by the money. I tried to sneak it from under him which caused him to stir, "Is that you Zoe" he said. I kept quiet and kept pulling it. He then sat up, put his arms around me and pulled me on top of him and started kissing my neck saying, "thanks for coming Zoe". He didn't have his glasses on and I couldn't see them, he fucking stunk of booze and possibly a bit of vomit although that might just have been stale beer! I started to struggle free but he kept hold of me. "'hold on Zoe, here's the money for you, £200 now, the other £200 when am done" he slurred throwing £200 on the floor and stuffing the other £200 into my coat pocket. I could tell he didn't really have a clue what he was doing or what was going on. He then flipped over with him on top of me like a deadweight, he started rummaging around and pulled my pants and trousers down and started groping my soft dick under my body squeezed up against the sofa cushions. "fucking hell zoe your clit is massive" he said slurring again. I could feel him sort of hardening into a semi hard erection but he was so drunk it was a bit of a struggle. I tried to roll him off but he was too heavy. He was kissing my neck (well trying to, more slobbering) and slurring about how much he fancied me and he knew I wanted this even if he was paying me. I still don't know to this day if he thought I was Zoe, if he knew it was me, if he even had a clue what the fuck he was doing. However I guess his sex drive took over and he hardened up a bit more and started poking around my hole although not hard enough to get in. I thought fuck it, it's £400, he'll probably not remember it and he won't last long, he's also squashing me and I don't think I can throw him off. I wet my hand and wiped it round my hole and then onto his now almost hard dick. He leaked a bit of precum which helped. I sort of pushed my arse out slightly and with his natural heavy weight pushing down his head slipped in and he went all the way in causing me to wince in pain. He started to thrust in and out. He told me my fanny was really tight and warm (fanny really? no wonder he was a virgin). I can safely say it was the worst fuck I'd ever had, he went like a duracell bunny, didn't care about me or my pleasure, I suspect Zoe would have been as unimpressed as I was. He came pretty quickly with a big grunt shooting up me, then promptly rolled off onto the floor and feel asleep. I covered him with a sheet, got the cash and my coat and trundled off home. I showered as soon as I got in as I felt a bit dirty and very strange about what had just happened. I thought about it in bed afterwards and rationalised it to myself, I wanted to save money to go backpacking after I left school and before University and £400 was a massive amount of money for me. He was also loaded and he got his orgasm, whether he thought I was Zoe or not I deserved the money. All these years later I'm still shocked that they thought anyone would sleep with him for money but more shocked that they had so much cash for it. He could probably have got the train down to London, stayed in a 5 star hotel for the night and pick up a high end hooker for that sort of money! I guess a fool and his money are soon parted. He got what he wanted, I got some cash. I saw him at scouts and he wasn't awkward with me so I guess he didn't remember or think it was me. Anyway with the flexible morals of my teenager years I fell asleep and apart from paying the money in to my account didn't give the whole encounter a second thought...