Chapter 3

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New day, same old bitches around me and same old me. I was looking around and I saw the only person im happy that is here. Garret. He was the nicest person ever created by the human kind. He was nice to populars, irrelavents and losers. But he was 'somehow' kinder to me.

I walk past him to the bathroom and there is where the fun begin. I hear the door close and then i am slamed to the bathroom stall. I felt kisses on my neck and then he turn me so i was face to face with him. Garret kisses me hungerly while taking my pants off and doing the same with his own.

My eyes wondered around his smoking hot body and all i could think was 'i wonder if Blake would be this big'. My thought were interrupted when i felt his dick inside me. I bit my hand trying not to scream, cuz let me tell you this thing, Garret did not fuck softly. He fucked me hard and fast which, even though it was filled with pleasure, there was a hint of pain that i just couldnt ignore.

His dick moved up and down, my body almost losing control of the plesure i was in. Then i felt his seed deep inside me and him groaning loudly behind me. He kissed my neck, left a big hickey on my shoulder and wore his pants. And then he whispered in my ear "Remeber, dont fuck anyone, unless it me". I nod and wore my pants, and while he left I washed my hands. I looked myself in the mirror and sighed softly looking down, not being able to watch longer.

I walk out of the bathroom and I saw Garret with his girlfriend, laughing and smiling. As I walked past them i heard his girlfriend say
"Hey little brother, bet you had fun in the bathroom getting fucked by another freak like you". Everyone laughed and i just stared at my sister with a smirk on my face "Oh only if you knew who the freak was honey, only if you knew"

I quickly walked to class and looked down. Instead of feeling happy that my sister was that dumb, i felt bad. Worse then i felt this morning when i woke up beacuse
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