1. My First Boyfriend: PART l


    Date: 11/12/2017, Categories: Fiction, Anal, Black, Blowjob, Boy / Boy, Gay, Interracial, School, Teen Male / Teen Male, Young, Author: RICHDARKNINE, Rating: 71.4, Source: sexstories.com

    kick your ass". I just laughed and throw his stuff on the floor to I say “you couldn't win this fight on my bad day". And of course he said "you wanna bet". So I made a bet, "if you win, I'll leave you alone and you can do anything you want; but if I win, you have to finish the program the way it's supposed to be and you will do what I say". He swung and missed as I punched him hard as hell in his ribs. And as he tried to get up quick but being a military kid (and my father teaching my siblings and I some moves) I grabbed his right arm and held it tight against his back plus had him in some weird headlock position my dad taught me. Then I twisted his arm hard as I could until he said "OK, I'll do what you want". I laughed and said "are you going to keep your word" as I twisted even harder. I seen a tear roll down his face so I told him "I'll take that as a yes", I let him go and throw him his clothes as I started with the million in one questions I had. And to my surprise he answered them all truthfully. It was almost 6:30 when the janitor opened the door to tell us to leave. Jeremy said "oh, here's the key" handing it to the janitor but to his surprise I grabbed the key and said "oh thanks, I almost forgot where I put the key to my locker". That was Friday and we didn't see each other until Monday. I got us a pass to leave and we just walked around to talk. Jeremy finally really opened up to me as he went into detail about how bad his past was, about how's he's gay, he ...
    had to breakup with his boyfriend because of his family, and so on. We finally stopped at this diner and ate, as we talked some more. Towards the end of our session, he turned around and unwrapped a gift to give to me. Jeremy gave me two clay figurines that he actually made. Then by that Friday we had almost covered his entire life story plus mine; plus I noticed he had make-up on. I didn't want to involve the school so I pleaded with the principal to give us a pass to leave. After about 10 minutes he finally said "OK"; I followed him around the school for ten minutes he was probably tired of me. I took him to my house because we had to talk about that black eye he had gotten. We went to my room and I pushed him into the bathroom. I told him to wash his face; he just looked at me. I yelled “Jeremy wash you FUCKING face now, or tell me what happened now". He turned towards the sink, turned on the water and as he started to wash his face Jeremy said "why do you care, what's under my make-up". Jeremy looked shocked that I said "because you're my friend and obviously you need more help than you think". As we went back to my room to sit on my couch Jeremy started to cry (what I call his thug cry, the one when he's not trying to cry so he started to breathing really heavy with the one lonely tear that rolled down his face). But in the end he just spilled his guts about how he had gotten the black eye. I really didn't know what to say so I hugged him. I thought I did something wrong ...