Date: Wed, 9 Jun 2010 00:16:32 +0100
From: jordan lees <johnleesrip@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Josh and Jordan

(The usual disclaimers apply to this story. Do not read this if you are not
Supposed to. It was written as a piece of fantasy fiction, not as a
Description of any actual true events.)

I moaned in ecstasy, my large hairy hips pounding off of the boy's smooth
buttocks. I looked down and grunted, seeing my thick veiny cock slipping in
and out of his smooth mounds. "Oh god Jordan!" I gripped his hips and
pounded his ass harder. Shit this kid was tight, I am not going to last
much longer. "Ugh Im going to cum!" the grip on my hands tightened as I
pulled him closer, my cock pulsing inside the boys tight hole feeling his
insides fill with my cum, made me groan I rose my head with a smile looking
at the Blondie in the mirror, he had a blissful smile plastered on his
face. "How was that babe?" I pulled out of his ass with a pop, watching my
thick eight inches of man meat hang between my legs. "Oh shit." he
collapsed onto the sinks. Damn I didn't get a good chance to look at his
ass before I sunk into it, shit I could feel my cock hardening again. "Mmm
are you ready for another go?" He asked wiggling his ass, I shook my head
and pulled up my jeans "no sorry babe, I need to get going" I gave his ass
a pat "I will be seeing you again baby" I left the toilets while he pulled
his pants up.

The loud groaning of the car sounded as I lifted it high up in the air with
the jack "Jordan!" I groaned and stood up, the chubby guy walked over to
me. "You were fucking late again." he growled in my face, I couldn't say
anything or do anything, this fucker decided if I stayed here or if I left
"your failing maths aswell, is there anything you haven't managed to fuck
up?" my dirty greasy hands turned into fists. I wasn't normally violent but
this guy was pushing it. "Look Mark I just cant remember the function of
the graphs." If I didn't stop him now he would keep on going. "Im the best
fucking welder in here the best mechanic, you've said it yourself. So why
cant you get off my ass?" I was trying to keep my voice down, but in this
large area I couldn't help it echoing and catching other students
attention. "Listen I don't give a shit I can get rid of you and get someone
else, just get it done or your gone." I gripped the handle of a crowbar and
swung it into the panel of the beat up Astra, when he left making an
audible crash. "He's chewing your ass today." Jake said kneeling down next
to me. For a big guy Jake was one of the nicest people I've ever met. "Im
fucked mate I was up all night, my coach had me running around the gym time
and time again" Jake laughed patting my knee. "You should take a break from
boxing" I glared at him. "Im Harehills finest." He put his fist up "yeah
but your not Beeston's finest." I laughed heartedly and stood up. I finally
noticed Jake had a sledgehammer and a crowbar in his hands. "Im going out
to destroy some cars, you wanna come" I needed to let some steam off.

After about two hours the once panelled car was no longer a car, it was
just a big junk of metal by now. "Thanks for your help." I rubbed my
bicep. "Oh I think I pulled something." I heard him laughing as I walked
back into the large garage, cursing when I saw my maths teacher stood at my
locker. "What's up Sage" I asked pulling my dirty overalls off. "Jordan you
have your exam in a month, have you been revising?" I nodded grunting as
the overalls stretched. "Im serious this is your last time." I spun around
causing him to jump back. "I know, but everything I read it doesn't stay up
in my head. I forget about it the next day." he sighed, rubbing his
forehead. "How about I get you a tutor?" I shrugged agreeing, anything to
get this cunt off my back. "Good I'll get someone for Wednesday." I waved
my hand flipping him off on his way out. I finished changing and went out
to the parking lot, seeing my bike propped up on its kickstand. I owned my
very own Triumph Rocket 3, it was the first thing I bought on my own.

My fists were screaming with pain. I looked up into my opponent's face his
nose was bust his eyes were swollen, I raised my fists again and attacked,
using my heavy arms to damage his body, I saw my opening and connected my
right hand with his lower jaw. "That's it!" was the next thing I heard;
looking down I saw the toned guy on his back panting hard. "Jordan Lees
wins the championship, yet again Harehills holds the five year winning
streak!" The crowd roared with cheers, I shrugged the reff off and knelt
down, holding my hand out the fighter took it. I helped him up and held his
hand high up. I was a fighter yes but I wasn't a sore winner. "Big'an lets
go" my coach a huge black guy said. He was the only person I wouldn't dare
talk back to, along with my own mother. But that was obvious; he escorted
me out of the ring and through the crowd finally back to his van. "I need
something to eat." I said finally taking my gloves off, checking my fists I
heard my coach laugh. "You did great today Big'an" I never stayed after a
fight, right after I needed something to eat, even though I was big I still
had my gut that is one thing I wouldn't lose, it wasn't so bad that it
affected my performance just it would show in some skin tights and when I
was topless. "What you want?" my coach asked. I leaned back and
sighed. "Anything that has meat in it" we got four burgers and both wolfed
them down in the van. "Shit, you out did yourself tonight Big'an" I gulped
my mouthful. "You can take a few weeks off of training, give me a ring when
your healed up" I nodded and slammed his van door closed. Infront of me was
a huge three-story house. It was only myself and my mum here, she was an
inspector for some construction company or something. So I didn't really
see her that much, I was mostly on my own. I looked after myself I guess
that was the reason I would cruise parks bars and clubs to pick up guys.

Authors note

Hey guys so I hope your enjoying my short story. I don't know where I'm
taking this but I will try and put up one story a week. Remember I don't
really have any experience in writing so I'm just trying my best. Again
comments emails all are welcome, you can reach me at Sunny_RR@Hotmail.co.uk
put down your suggestion, what you would like to see, what you'd like to
happen, some helpful tips or just your opinion I'm a big boy I can take it
Haha again thank you for reading and keep your eyes out for chapter 2 "Josh
and his little problem"