Date: Sat, 19 May 2007 16:59:20 -0300
From: Daimien Douglas <blah.blah.blah666@hotmail.com>
Subject: Mean Boys 4

Thanks to all who have written me.I really appreciate it when you do and I 
answer all my e-mails. Sorry for the delay but school is so dramatic these 
days and i'm, somehow, in the centre of everything. Remember, you can reach 
me at blah.blah.blah666@hotmail.com

    My days at school grew more and more dramatic. Thomas' friends (well 
ex-friends now seeing that they really don't bare the sight of him)would 
shoot angry glares. If that wasn't enough, rumours popped up about me, 
stating the most ridiculous assumptions. I must add, notbeing cocky or 
anything,I am a very likeable and confident person, add that to my looks and 
you'll get the the ultimate mixture for jealousy and hatred. I would walk by 
in the halls and hear people whispering nasty things. The most popular ones 
were "he's so mean, he comes here and acts like he's above the rest of us, 
he broke up Thomas and his friends." I would normally ignore them, which 
only fuelled their hatred..ha!
   However, not everyone was like that, about 75% of the student body and I 
were cool, I think. I would hang with the most random people. Sometimes the 
smokers to the preps, from the ghettoes to the jocks and through this I 
popularized myself, so everyone knew my name by the end of my first month. 
Thomas and I clicked so well that you'll think that we knew each other for a 
longer time period. In the evenings, we would do our homework(under my 
order) and the fool around(playing video games, play soccer or b-ball etc). 
I would sleep over at his sometimes and everytime he came to sleep over at 
my place, my mom would suddenly start making dinner (not normal. I took it 
as a sign that he liked Thomas). Thomas woul go chillax with my dad and both 
of them would watch hockey together-im not a big fan and I'll normally state 
the watching hockey was for white people...to which my dad would frown at 
me. They would start arguing about whose fault it was for a mess up that 
might have happened in the game and who they thought was they better hockey 
player in the NHL.
     "Oh shut up!" I would yell at them over whatever it was that i was 
doing.
   One night when Thomas was staying over at mines, I gave in. It was in 
late October and fall was in it's midst. The orange leaves from the tree 
outside my bedroom window, decorated my window pane(the branches were 
actually knocking on my window at nights so i got my dad to get someone to 
groom it for me). Anyhow,it was Saturday night and after tiring ourselves 
out all day, biking, we retired to my bedroom for some much needed night 
comfort. I showered after Thomas did and just on a pair of soccer shorts and 
baby oiled my skin- I love that makes me so relaxed. I slighty ajarred my 
window above my bed to let some cool air in, locked my door (its not unusual 
of me) and plopped down beside my 'hot-as-fuck' friend, who was weirdly 
starring at the ceiling.
    "You okay?" I asked caringly as I turned to my side to observe him.
    "Yep. Why'd you asked?" he smiled, so gently, brushing strands of hair 
from his right eye. He looked over at me.
    "Menno" our voices became mere whispers,"You were thinking" I continued.
    "Hahaha. Yeh? We do that sometimes." he laughed. The twinkle in his blue 
eyes were so hypnotic, complete contrast from my grey and(i think) dull 
ones.
  We were so close together noe that I could have smell his breathe while 
the cool breeze swimming through the window, caressed or skin ever so 
lightly.
    "What were you think?"
    "About you"
    "What about me?"
    Happy to have you."with that he leaned in to hug me.I had grown 
accustomed to his random physical appreciations by now but this was the 
first time we hugged in bed. My mind raced from the realization that I'm 
chest to chest with one of the hottest and sweetest guys in the world. My 
cock rose slowly against my will and I decided to take a serious risk.
    "I'm happy to have you too." I whispered as I gave him my lips. He 
accepted, and hence our sensual make out session commenced. He pulled me 
over, on top of him and slowly spread his legs as I playfully teased him by 
licking his lips. He figured that he can do the same by wrapping his legs 
around my pelvis and ground me into him. A moan escaped my mouth, to which 
he found amusing and giggled. At that moment I decided not to play around 
and started nibbling on his neck and slowly made my way down his body. He 
has this vanilla-strawberry scent attached to him, no matter if he's 
sweating. I love that scent, it's like he's using it to lure his victims 
into him. Like the Venus fly eating plant thingy. I suckled on his nipples a 
bit then pecked my way down his torso(he was pushiong my head down in a 
hurriedly way and if it was anyone else, I'd have stopped right then and 
there). I grapped the top of his bikini briefs and hauled it of him in one 
quick motion. His dick was as gorgeous as the rest of his body- about 7.5" 
long, slighhtly curved like a banana, had width to it and a pink mushroom 
top that leaked precum. My mouth waterred at the sight before me and I had 
no intentions on starving myself for something that I wanted. I grapped hold 
of his rod and gave it a fewq slow strokes,gazing his reactions. He closed 
his eyes, threw his head back on my pillow and allowed a soft sexual moan to 
escape his mouth. I slipped that rod as far back into my throat as it I 
could. I don't suck cock much so I gagged a bit, but under the guidance of 
his hand, I was able to snake that baby back into its rightful place. I 
would vacuum my mouth whenever I pull up, suck on his dick's head a bit, the 
drive that delicious piece of man meat to the back of my throat. Throughout 
his blowjob he would caress my head and repeatedly tell me how much he loved 
me. I slurpped on that stick with every will power I had, and I was just 
enjoying it (although I thought that my jaws were about to lapse from 
fatigue lol) when he announced that he was going to cum soon and tried to 
push my head away from his crotch. After he realized that I wasn't about to 
go anywhere anytime soon, he held the back of my head, pressing me down to 
his crotch and came forcfully. Gush after gush of his warm semen flooded the 
back of my throat causing me to choke a bit. He cussed so hard that I was 
convinced that someone heard him. I pulled up after I felt that he was 
finished and kissed him.
    "Fuck me!" he evclaimed, surprising me.
    "What?.....No, you don't have to...."
    "Shut up and stop being nice and Fuck me!" I need not argue when one of 
God's prime creation is practically begging me to fuck him....right? I 
reached over to my stand and got the baby oil, pouring some into the palm of 
my hand. I applied it to my cock and gave it a few tugs. I then inserted my 
middle finger into the furnace of an ass Thomas owns and fingered him well 
(I'm very good at that). I noticed that as I fingered him, his cock began to 
grow again. After I figured that he was loosened up enough, I put his legs 
up over my shoulders, leveraging myself with one hand and used the other to 
guide my dick to its goal. He aided me by spreading his butt cheeks, and 
when the tip of my cock rubbed his pink hole, he took it from me and helped 
me insert it into him. This whole time we were locked in eye a contact that 
just intensified the moment. We had trouble shoving  my 8.5 inch dick into 
him but it worked out, eventually. I buried myself into him and peered into 
his eyes. There were tears of pain in them and I began to withdraw from him 
but he locked his legs around my torso, preventing me from going anywhere. 
After a minute or two, he whispered in my ear for me to fuck him. So I did. 
Everytime I withdrew, his ass would clasp around my dick pulling me back 
inside him. I gradually began to fuck him hard as he egged me on to do just 
that. My bed knocked carlessly against my bedroom wall and I cuoldn't care 
less. About ten minutes into this, I flipped him over onto his stomach, 
sitting on his upper legs, I ravaged him again, holding onto his strong 
thighs for support. He moaned into my pillow as sweat dropped from my chin 
onto his back. He was a sweet fuck! His ass was so thight and hot that I 
couldn't hold back any longer. I pulled out, switched him over and sat on 
his chest.
    "Suck it!" I moreso commanded him due to my high. He wasted no time in 
swallowing Big Ben. The merciless suction threw me over the edge and I blew 
in his mouth. Gasping, I pulled out of his mouth and finished off all over 
his face. I sat back on his chest a little longer, catching my breathe, him 
lapping at my softening dick. After i regained sensitivity, I laid on top of 
him, where I noticed was sticky, and kissed him deeply. We both realized how 
tired we really were from our sexcapade and rolled over to go tio sleep. 
Thomas was out like a lamp quickly. I, however, was up, pissed at myself for 
doing such a thing............How could I have just had sex with Thomas, 
someone I considered a friend?

    Thanks for all the motivation and appreciation that I've recieved from 
you my readers........It's going to be some time before I post (I'll make it 
as often as I can) due to the fact that I have end of year projects and 
exams on my hands right now, and things are a bit dramatic and confusing in 
my personal life.........However, keep reading and I'll try my best at every 
post. Peac out!