Calvin whimpered. He wanted to say something but he was far too overwhelmed with the unfolding events. Slowly, I crept up to him and sat on his stomach. I made sure that my groin is grinding against his chest.
“You think I’m stupid not to see it?” I said. “You like people like me. Blonde. Cute. Submissive. I guess you’re wrong on that last part about me.”
My hands crept down Calvin’s groin and realized that he already has a rocking hard-on. Strangely enough, I assumed that he’d be bigger. I guess his aggressive attitude is compensating for something. I pulled down his PE shorts and his circumcised dick sprang like a fresh hotdog plucked from its bag. The head is pink and springing up and down. His balls grew larger then decreased in a steady beat.
“Ge- get off me! You jerk!” Calvin screeched. With that face, who’s the bully now? I chuckled.
“You say that, but I think your dick is telling the opposite thing. Tell me, you’re only bullying me to get my attention. Am I right?”
There’s a lump in Calvin’s throat. He knew what I said was real, I know it. But he’s conflicted. Telling the truth would mean the destruction of his pride. But the truth is what he wanted in the first place. He can’t deny it now when I’m giving him my full undisturbed attention.
“Yes! I don’t know why but I feel weird when I see people like you.”
Oh… That’s a surprise. The entire time, I thought he knew what he was doing. I guess he’s still unknown to these things after all. I guess it’s my job to teach him now.
“You’re infatuated with me,” I explained. “It’s the reason why you’re feeling weird in your heart and your groin.”
“I- infatuated?”
I removed my PE shorts as well, revealing my cock that is twice bigger than Calvin’s. It isn’t fully engorged yet so the head barely peeked out of the foreskin. Thanks to our sweat-pattering game before, it stank like brine and old underwear. Not that I’m complaining and neither is Calvin. He’s getting harder just by smelling my cock.
“Suck it,”
“Wha-”
“I said suck it. Like a lollipop.”
I opened his mouth lined with a thin border of pink youthful lips. He was adamant at first but when my cock touched his tongue, he nearly swallowed the whole thing. His tongue lashed and circled the shaft of my dick. Sometimes, I’d wince whenever his canines grazed my dick. But that’s expected since this is his first time.
“Fu- fuck! That’s good. Didn’t know you’re such a fucking cocksucker.” My moans are shallow but their grueling tones echoed in the room. We’re lucky that we’re the only ones here.
When he nearly bit my dick for the third time, I decided that this won’t do. I grabbed him by his temple and popped his head out of my engorged dick.
“Why did you do that!?”
“You’re going to bite my dick, asshole! Now flip over.”
I grabbed both of his buttcheeks and spread them apart so my dick could enter. A sharp shiver ran all over Calvin’s body and he screamed in pain.
“AH! That fucking hurts! What the hell are you doing? That’s my shithole.”
I laid a finger on his lips and told him to hush. “You want to feel good or not?”
Calvin answered with a shallow nod.
I pushed forward but not entirely. The way inside is way too tight and this girthy dick ain’t helping much. It’s warm like a freshly opened oven. The flesh inside pushed in all angles, squeezing me, wringing me with every push. Calvin moaned every time I pushed and did it the hardest when I hit a hard organ inside his rectum. I assumed that was his prostate.
While this is happening, I made sure to help Calvin with his dick. I pincered his dick on my index and thumb, and bobbed it up and down.
“Sto- stop! I think I’m going to pee.”
I wanted to answer but I’m far too preoccupied with the emotions in my dick and mind. It came all at once. My dick churned spoonfuls of hot steaming cum and emptied them inside his rectum. At the same time, Calvin was crying as he released his first seed onto the locker room floor. His tears came to a halt when he realized that they were not pee, but something thick and milky. Then the throbbing wave of pleasures emanated from his groin. It unraveled his mind as he can’t process how good he was feeling. It’s far better than bullying people. It’s leagues better, and he wanted more.
I cleaned myself afterward and left Calvin to process what just happened on that bench. His dick is still beating and cum still dripped from his dick hole.
Calvin stopped bullying me after that. Instead, he’s constantly bugging me to have sex with him again. I would if we were a little bit older. Sex as a 12-year-old isn’t as enjoyable as I thought it would be. I’m more of a guy who wanted the intercourse to last a little longer. These young sensitive bodies cums far too quickly for me to enjoy. Nonetheless, Calvin followed me everywhere I went. Once in class, he sat beside me and placed his hand on my dick, trying to emulate what I did to his back then. Sure enough, this sensitive body came in his fingers and left me an embarrassing excuse to the bathroom.