My First Boyfriend: PART l - Sex Stories

My First Boyfriend: PART l

The relationship only lasted my 12th grade year of high school and most of the summer after. During that time I was only in school for half of the day, HOWEVER, my parents signed me up for a peer mentoring program at my school. So that meant from noon to 4 p.m. I was to encourage some misguided soul into the right path. Here is where I meant Jeremy. He was an exchange student with one of the worst attitude problems you could have. He was born and raised in India, Jeremy was around 5'10 with dark curly hair, light brown eyes with a very hairy semi-muscular body (meaning he had well defined arms with a little gut). Jeremy was very intelligent but if you looked at him the wrong way, he was ready to cuss you out and beat you up. So for the first month it was HELL, until I finally convinced him to workout with me. His idea of working out was way different than mine but I went for it anyway. We ended up playing basketball in one of the private gyms at school so we can talk. A big icebreaker was I don't know how to play basketball. Jeremy would say "how are you BLACK and you don't know how to play sports". For the most part I would laugh it off and make fun as well as we talked about how he got to this point of being so angry. But Jeremy was a bigger asshole than I thought because with every question I asked he answered with an insult. Then he wouldn't call me by my name, he would call me slave or nigger. Since I worked in the office I knew that there were no security cameras in ...

... that particular gym we were in. So I used it to my advantage. Jeremy said "hey, nigger hand me the ball it's my turn", with that in mind I walked up to him and punched him as hard as possible in his gut as I handed him the ball. He would just look at me and clear his throat as he asked or answered a question. After a while I guess he got tired of getting hit because he took off his shirt and ran towards me like a bull ready to fight. While he was busy running I remembered what my brother did to me when I was younger and did just that. So I waited until he got close enough and aligned my fist to hit him directly in his jaw with all my might. And when he hit the floor I sat on chest. Jeremy struggled to get from under me as I sat there calmly. Then I caught him off guard when I took his shoes off his feet. Jeremy yelled "just like a nigger to take something that doesn't belong to you". So I took a deep breath and with one motion I back handed him and took his shorts off his body. I stood up to let him breath as I picked his shirt up off the floor. Jeremy said "I'm leaving because niggers of the 21st century don't know to keep their hands off of other people's stuff". I guess he realized that he was just in his underwear (it was funny to see that people at the age of 17 wore tightly whites) and socks so he turned around. I told him "the doors are locked" as I sled keys into the pockets of his shorts. He said "look I'm not into this funny business, just give me my shit and I won't ...