Date: Sun, 6 Mar 2011 18:59:37 -0800 (PST) From: Demitiri Symone <demitirik@yahoo.com> Subject: Jorge Papi 28 Copyright- My name is Demitiri and I am a 19 year old Russian male and this is another time for me writing these types of stories. Please enjoy because I'd like to continue writing stories. Thoughts, comments, suggestions, or would you just want to talk? Email me at demitiriK@yahoo.com, I respond to everyone :) =] Notes- I hope you enjoy chapter. I know I really did!! Please send feedback with your thoughts :) "You can't ignore me forever Chris." Sammy told me as he walked past me in the hallway. I was going to reply but I thought that would just make him talk more and I don't really want that. I don't want anything to do with Sammy, I want to stay away from him and I want him to stay away from me. I don't need somebody tempting me and trying to get me into trouble. I just want to have a good, smooth relationship with Jorge but dammit there are so many people that keep making attempts to fuck it up! But whatever, I just have to stay strong. I have to stay focused and I have to concentrate, it's going to be hard but I'll try I guess. "Yo Chris come here," Jorge said from down the hallway. "What the hell you want?" "Just come here damn!" I walked down to him as slowly as I possibly could just to get his blood boiling a little bit. I like it when he's a little agitated, when he balls his hands into a tight fist and starting banging them on his thighs, when he grinds his teeth and stares ahead like he's about to kill someone. It's just something about him that is so passionate and intense and I just love it when he let's go! I can't really explain it's something you have to see for yourself to fully comprehend what I'm talking about. "Yes Jorge?" I asked while rubbing my hands on his rock solid pecks. "What you doing afterschool?" "Nothing," I told him. "Come to my house then." "Where else am I going to go?" I couldn't help but chuckle at this because I've been living with Jorge since my dad left the country so this conversation was kind of dumb. "My bad I just meant like... Never mind I'll see you later." Jorge said while he tried to turn his head to hide his blushing cheeks. "Aww you're blushing, that's so cute!" "Move man I'm not blushing." He said while pushing my head into his chest. "Don't hide it Jorge that's not healthy." "Shut your mouth. And oh I got practice later you coming?" "Oh god, I guess so." "You don't have to come if you don't want to Chrissy.' "I'm playing of course I'll come." "Thanks." "Walk me to class papi." And off we went walking to my class with our arms interlocked. The hallway was pretty empty because everyone else was already in class so we were free to dance around and move all around the hallway without having to worry about bumping into someone. Moments like this make me happy that I met Jorge and we got really close. Even though he's one of the jocks and I'm still one the outcasts he doesn't treat me any different in school than he would out of school. I like that, says a lot about who he is as a person. "Thank you for being such a gentleman." "You're welcome Chrissy." Walking into class I almost lost my shit. Why do I have to see Sammy once again?! I tried to avoid all eye contact with him and sit at the opposite site of the class but I just know he's going to come by me. Luckily for me the class was taking a test which meant nobody was allowed to talk or get up from their seats unless they had to use the bathroom though. But I couldn't really concentrate all that well on this test, my mind kept jumping between Sammy and Jorge yet neither one of them were thinking about me. I feel like I'm torn but I really shouldn't feel this way. "Where you going Chris?" Sammy asked me while he leaned up next to me. "I'm going to the gym to watch my boyfriend practice." I replied "Oh. Well come on I'll walk you there." "Sammy I don't really need that." "It'll be nice." "I disagree with that." "Ok Chris, suit yourself I guess." I felt a little bad for blowing Sammy off but I know exactly what he wants and I'm not going to give it to him. I'm trying to be faithful, as interesting as it sounds. When I got in the gym Jorge was already on the court running around the perimeter with beads of sweat already starting to form on his forehead. I sat by myself at the bottom of the bleachers and every time he ran past me he would give me a little smile and stick his thick tongue out at me despite his coach yelling at him a few times for it. I loved to look at him run because his big dick would just bounce up and down nonstop and his heavy ball sack was clearly visible no matter how far away he was. "Go Jorge!!" I couldn't help but scream that out when his little practice thing started and he was getting the ball into the basket. A couple of people looked at me with a thumbs up but his coach was giving me the look of death and I didn't really understand what I did wrong? I didn't say it when Jorge was about to shoot the ball and this wasn't some official game so I don't get what's so bad about me cheering him on. Oh well I won't let that coach get me down, he won't bother me. Even though the game was boring I was there to give my boyfriend some support and stare at his amazing body. I enjoyed getting sneak peeks of his chiseled abs whenever he got on defense, I liked seeing his round butt bounce as he ran back and forth, I liked it when he stuck his tongue out to the side right before he shot the ball, and I liked it even more when he would lift his jersey every now and then to show off his carved backside. Everything about him was just so hard, so cut, and so sexy! His body was really like someone had made it out of solid stone. Unfortunately for me my day dreaming got cut short when the coach blew the whistle signaling that the game was over. "Good game Jorge but don't bring your little cheerleader here anymore." Now see I really didn't want to start any problems here, but I found that comment to be extremely offensive. Like why the hell can't I bring myself to the gym to cheer for Jorge? I made one fucking comment, I only said two words the entire time during their practice and now I'm a fucking cheerleader? You've got to be kidding me! So you know what? I'm going to walk on over there and tell that coach a couple of things about me. "Excuse me coach but first " "Chill Chris don't let it bother you." I couldn't even finish my freaking statement before Jorge had to end it. "No why I gotta chill when your coach is saying the stupidest shit?" "Chris please just go sit down, for me." Jorge reluctantly told me. "I'll be in the fucking hallway." Then I walked away with the nastiest attitude I ever had. Like who the fuck is this guy? Don't call me a little cheerleader! Don't say I can't come to the gym anymore! I'm a student in this school so I can go wherever the hell I want to go, I can do what the hell I want! Damn this really pissed me off. "Chrissy come here please." "No I'm very upset and I just want to leave. I don't want to be here anymore so can you go change so we can fucking leave?" "Ok, ok I'ma go change but what are you gonna do?" "I'll stand here right fucking here Jorge." I told him with my serious face. "Don't curse at me either; I don't care if you are mad." I couldn't even be mad anymore when he said that. Even though he was completely serious and really didn't like when I cursed at him I got so incredibly turned on when he just out of nowhere took charge and gave me an order. I like my men to be in charge, I like my men to be the boss, and I like my men to be the one who puts their foot down. While I stood there with a slight smile starting to form on my face that stupid ass, close minded coach walked out with his little playbook in hand. He didn't have the balls to look me but I made sure I didn't take my eyes off of him until he was entirely out of sight. That little bastard disgusted me for that comment and I'm gonna make sure he's alerted on just how bitchy I can be. "Let's fucking go Chrissy." Jorge said as he walked out of the gym a little while after the coach. "Wait why are you cursing at me? I didn't do anything." "You cursed first." "Well hold on I really have to use the bathroom." "Make it quick Chrissy." I don't know why but I always sat on the toilet when I had to pee. I never stood up. Maybe it's because I'm lazy, maybe it's because I'm gay? I just know that I've been sitting down to pee as long as I can remember. I was still pissed about that damn coach though! I couldn't let it go so I pulled out my pen and tried to write some nasty things about him on the bathroom stall. "Piece of shit pen doesn't even write!" "What the fuck are you doing?" Jorge said from the opposite of the stall. "Trying to write mean things about your coach," I replied. "Now why would you do that Chrissy?" "You know exactly why I would do that." "Open the stall." I thought it would be kind of fun to taught Jorge before I opened the stall however. Like I just wanted to have a little fun, I wanted to tease him a little bit; maybe I could get his blood boiling. I knew he was getting aggravated because he started to bang on the door, he started to pull on the handle and he was yelling at me to open it. "Open the door damn!" He yelled out again. "Maybe," I replied. I don't know how he did it, but he busted the door open! I don't know if he was very mad or whatever but he literally broke the handle and kicked the door open. I just looked at him and thought to myself "oh shit" I knew something good was about. "Why you always wanna play?" he asked me while walking closer and closer. "Because I like to enjoy my life and smile." I thought he was going to say something else but nope! He kept coming closer and closer until my back was pressed up against the side of the stall. I tried to push him back a little bit but he grabbed my wrist and threw me right up against the other side of the stall! There was no fighting this. His lips were locked on mine, our tongues were wrestling in a wet ring for power, his hands were already firmly grasped on my butt and he was already grinding his dick onto mine. The more I fought it the tighter he gripped my butt it was as if he was about to rip it apart. He spun me around so he could dry hump his big cock over my ass but he never took his lips off of mine. While getting a good grip on my hips he started to hump me a little faster, a little harder, he put one hand around my neck and kept humping me while he pushed me all around the walls of the stall. "Fuck me papi." "Yea that's what you want? You want me to fuck you baby?" "Yes give it to me Jorge," I was damn near begging for him to fuck me because I needed it so bad. "Tell me how bad you want it Chrissy, whisper it to me." "I want it really bad please papi fuck me." "You want it in your ass you little slut?" "Yes Jorge! Fuck me pleaseeee!" I got so mixed up in begging for his cock I didn't even notice when he slid it inside me. I was so caught up in moaning his name and yearning for him to fuck me I didn't notice a thing until he slammed my head on the side of the stall and banged the absolute life out of me. I had my hands on the top of the side while he smashed his cock in and out of my hungry asshole. I was screaming and squirming trying to get myself into a comfortable position but no matter what I did he would not slow down on his fucking. The entire front side of my body was pressed up against the bathroom stall and Jorge stood behind pounding me like a madman. The sound of his big balls slapping against my thighs virtually echoed throughout the bathroom and he was pushing his cock deeper and deeper into me. How he did it I don't think I will ever comprehend but Jorge put both his hands on top of the stall and was using my ass as a chair. His entire cock was plunged into my hole and I was screaming at the top of my lungs because this was something I was not at all prepared for. He kept on driving that dick inside me and swishing it around my hole no matter how much I begged him to take it easy on me. "Take it bitch!" He screamed out in the heat of passion. Finally he stopped the pounding and let me get a couple of moments to breathe. He pushed the lid on the toilet down and took a seat; I guess he wanted me to take a seat on top of him right? I grabbed the base of his cock and I was going to sit down slow but Jorge didn't like to take it slow, he wanted everything as fast as possible. Before I could even make sense out of what was going on he was running his right hand all around my chest while his left hand kept a tight hold on my hip so I would accidentally fall off or purposely hop off. My ass was on fire while he pumped that fat slab of me inside me like a jackhammer. I felt tears in my eyes but that didn't faze him one bit. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and let me know who the boss in the relationship was. "You like that shit baby?" "Papi it hurts!" "Too fucking bad!" He wrapped his arms around my shoulders and that's when he just shut it all down. He hunched me over and pressed his lips on the back of my neck while I screamed like somebody was trying to take my life. My ass was pushed all the way down on his dick and he was thrusting his meat as hard as he could. I couldn't even feel my legs anymore, I felt like my mind was about to be disconnected from my physical body. The dick was so good my eyes kept rolling back, I kept seeing stars everywhere I looked, and I couldn't even close my mouth. This was a passion I wasn't familiar with but Jorge made damn sure that I liked it. "I'm gonna cum!" he whispered in my ear. "Ye... ye..." he was giving it to me so hard I couldn't even say a short word like yes. He pushed me off his cock and kicked my ankles so I could fall to my knees; this was something new that I didn't really appreciate. I licked at his heavy balls while he jerked that fat cock right above my face, the more I licked the more he jerked. He pushed my head back and started rubbing the head of his cock my tongue without going into my mouth. I tried to close my mouth to suck it but that's not how he wanted it, he wanted his cock to slide up and down on my tongue. Then before I knew it, my mouth was getting full with the warmest, thickest sperm ever. He shot more than ten ropes and all of them were as thick and heavy as the one right before it. Me being me, I swallowed it all down. "Fuck!" He yelled out while panting wildly. "Good right?" I asked him while sitting on the floor with my head lying on his thigh. "Hell yea Chrissy, but put your clothes on so we can go." "Hold on I can't move."