Awkward. ☹ SHAYLOR Dirty Content

Blog One

I was starting my freshman year with a cast. A damn cast that that makes me look like I'm raising my hand or saluting a hello to everyone passing by. On top of that, there was already this story that followed me everywhere I went.

I was known as the Shawn, the suicidal boy who attempted every type of way to kill myself. Yeah, Suicidal Shawn.

Let's talk about how it all started.

During the beginning of summer, I went to a camp. Just one month of camp. It was the last day, and we had this little prom. It was a casual one, nothing fancy-- no dates necessary.

I was busy drinking my punch until the most popular, ultra fit, not to mention charming, Taylor Caniff started to raise his arm and take a quick whiff before winking at my direction with a little head chuck.

I smirk before hopping of the bleachers and heading his way. I was walking around the hallway until I was tugged into the janitors room. "Tay-Taylor hi!" I greeted awkwardly. "Yeah... So." He smiled on his tip toes before pushing me against a rack full of supplies. His lips instantly lingered over mine and without hesitation, they connected.

His lips with mine felt like the world to me. The taste of fruit punch and well, appetizers. I kept thinking to myself, oh boy I'm actually kissing the jock of the camp, and soon to be in out next school! He was already known, and now we'll be the power couple!

He tugged my shirt upwards signally that he'll take it off. As soon as that happened, he laid me flat on the floor, anxiously unzipping my jeans and lowering it to my ankles. He forcefully hovered over me, waist on waist, as he took off his shirt and then zipped his jeans down as well, but only enough for him to direct my hand to his dick.

My breath hitched at the thought of him giving me this opportunity. "Mhmmm..." He moaned as he used my hand to stroke him. Soon enough, I got the hang of it while he started to pull my boxers down. I was tilted over a little so that his hand was rubbing my butt. It felt so good the way he just went in circular motions, without realizing it, I felt his finger near my entrance.

Taylor slipped one finger in causing me to flinch just a little. "You've done this before... Right!" I nodded breathlessly to his question. Let's be honest here, of course I haven't done it before. He stuck two more in, consistently sliding them in and out, my walls all touched. I felt like releasing on the spot but he pulled out.

I saw him looking around the closet to find something that I was defiantly uncertain of. I heard him spit-- into his hands, yeah uh. Well he spit and covered his dick with it. He end up undressing me completely but still had his pants around his ankles. My legs went around him as I was slightly raised onto his thighs. And with that him being on his knees, made it easy for him to pull me closer.

The tip of his dick smoothly pressed into me. I shook in pleasure as he fully pushed in. "T-Taylor.." I wept under breath, hoping he'd keep going. He grabbed my waist as I felt his thumb press down hardly on my bone. Thrusts going in and out of me as I clutched onto the rack above me while he repetitively pushed himself in and out. "Oh, harder!" I yelled trying to grip his arms but all he did was hold my waist. "YESSS..." I moaned as he obeyed to my request.

With that, he pushed himself fully in and stayed longer than he would. "OHH, my god." He moaned loudly as I felt himself leak inside of me. He made sure to keep himself deeply in ad every time his cum would spill out my entrance, his dick would go back tucked into me-- making sure we kept clean.

"Your turn." He smiled as he pulled me around to my back. I felt him hold my waist as he used one of his hands to stroke me. "Sorry I don't suck." He spoke before using his thumb to skim the top. "Again!" I begged as he pumped faster. I soon came and he cupped my dick so it wouldn't get anywhere else. "OHhh, Tay.." I sighed before falling into my back again.