Oliver Banks was what one imagines when thinking of teenage youth. No, instead the boy had grown to an lanky and tall height. Oliver, much like his father and his father had grown to his full height of six feet four inches by the end of his tenth grade year of high school. Unlike his father he never really filled out but looked more like a awkward puppy, who's appendages where too large for it. From his mother he inherited a large range of traits all of which classified him as a ginger. His fair skin was dotted with freckles and his dark red hair curled up out of his blue crystalline eyes in large waves. Blessed he was to have such large curls, his popularity at school could not handle another feature to assault. A red afro would be too much. All over he was a good kid, who came from a churching going family. President of his high school's student council and speech team, his grade where great and his peers noticed.
Oliver's least favorite class was gym. Having to undress and expose his long body to his peers was more than he could take sometimes. He would often catch himself staring in awe of the dark tans the graced some of the other lads. One in particular always caught Oliver's blue eyes, that of Adam Heartsock. A truly beautiful of Italian breeding. Since middle school this jock had been making a point of making Oliver's life hell. Adam had humiliated Oliver in more ways than Oliver could remember. Though Oliver often found himself staring at Adams muscular thighs and tanned broad shoulders. The six foot one tanned jock had dark thick hair and made it a point that everyone else knew he had a huge prick.
The real hell with Gym is what happens on the floor. Constantly Oliver is shoved, pinched, and slapped by his classmates. While coach was away Adam would begin his assault. His large calloused hands pinching and slapping Oliver's bare skin to remark how red it was. Adam swung back to land a massive blow on what Oliver assumed would be his ass when the coach's Whistle blew.
"Heartsock, Banks, here now!"
The two lads ran over to the coach, Oliver almost tripping over his feet.
"I have been told you too have been fighting," the coach bellowed, "both of you will see me for detention after school."
"yes, sir." replied the boys.
Oliver dread the end of school that day, as the seconds and minutes passed by, he thought of the beating that Adam would extract from him. The final bell had rang and Oliver found himself changing in the locker room. He did so quickly, or more quickly than usual and was out on the polished floor of the gym before the coach was. Soon, the over barring figure of my gym coach approached demanding where Oliver's friend was. Oliver replied that Adam and him were not friends and that he did not know where Adam was. Adam than raced into the gym streaking for the changing room when the coaches whistle blew, "Heartsock, you're late, that'll be and extra fifteen laps for the both of you."
The young athlete raced to change and return. A grueling hour and a half later the two young men made their way back to the changing room. Each one dripping in sweat and Oliver's fair face was burnt from the late august sun.
As soon as the door of the locker room swung close behind them Adams large arm warped around Oliver's neck, pulling the giant boy down into a head lock on the Italians level. Cold brown eye stared him down, "You listen to me, you little faggot, When I want to smack you I am going to smack you and you better start fucking liking it too!"
Adam then sat down on one of the benches, attached to the floor, pulled the long pale body of Oliver across his dark hairy legs and effectively removed Oliver's Gym shorts, to where two large white globes rest bellow his hand. Adam ran his hand roughly across those flawless cheeks and then brought that hand with a mighty blow.
Oliver's brain finally kicked in. He needed help. This had gone beyond the simple boundaries of harassment and bulling. He called out and this time the blow came to his rip in the form of a fist.
"Do it again, I fukin' dare ya!"
Adam growled and brought another and another and another blow to Oliver's now red and swollen ass cheeks. Tears streamed down Oliver's sun burnt face as Adam continued his attack. He then stopped and reached his hand under Oliver's slim body to grasp, to what was Oliver's surprise, his engorged member. Through the pain he hadn't noticed that he had obtained an erection.
"I fuckin told ya, ya fag. You're gonna like it."
Adam's large hand grabbed a fist full of Oliver's red curls and threw him across the bench.
"I know a filthy bitch when i see one," Adam said bringing another blow to Olivers exhausted body, "there just one way to deal with one, and that to fuck 'em into place."
Adam positioned his muscular and young body at the end of Oliver's bent, sobbing form. Adam pulled down the waist band of his shorts spring lose a massive ten inch uncut monster. His crotch was drawn to the heat radiating from those now red globes. He pulled back his forskin, to reveal a massive mushroom head, dripping in precum.
"You liked that, just wait, just you fucking wait till I give you this!" Adam growled as he pushed his massive head into Oliver's virgin hole without any lube. Oliver scream out in pain, but Adam just let him. It was well past seven in the afternoon and all the teacher's would have gone home. He instead sunk his entire length into Oliver's new fuck tube. Adam then pulled out his ten inches and slammed in home again. Oliver thought he would tear into. He began to beg Adam to stop that he was too big.
The young Italian began to fuck Oliver with pain intended. The whole time swearing and calling Oliver everything he could think of and some new terms. Adam grabbed Oliver again by the hair and threw him on the cold concrete floor of the locker room. Adam then raised that ass into the air and pounded his way back in. Oliver released a moan. Adam reached around and began to jerk Oliver's six inch boner. Adam soon found that long pale body pushing back against his tanned hips and the boys ass muscles tighten around his fuck stick whenever he started to pulled out. Adam firmly gripped Oliver hair and pulled his head back while slamming into his body. Oliver leaned back against Adams slightly hair and defined tanned chest.
Adam sat back on his haunches as Oliver began to move his ass up and down that stiff pole. His ass moved with grace and force as it engulfed the veiny giant dick. Oliver began to grind his hip and roll them, sending Adam over the edge. Oliver's tight ass muscles tighten around his bullies dick, as that mushroom head swells. Adam released a mighty growl as he slammed into Oliver's now beat up and sloppy ass for a couple last times. He shoot seven heavy loads deep in the ginger's ass. Oliver couldn't hold any more as his ass juices and Adam's seed spilled down his inner thigh. Exhausted the two teens untangle themselves and showered. Neither one said a word to the other and it remained that way for about a week. When Adam slapped Oliver on the ass after Oliver scored a basket.