1. Kinky Vanilla: Chapter 9


    Date: 8/31/2015, Categories: Fiction, Blowjob, Cum Swallowing, Incest, Romance, Teen Male/Teen Female, Young, Author: jordeso, Rating: 92.5, Source: sexstories.com

    reaction except to remain still as a statue, looking down at the carton on the floor and processing what had just happened. The whole thing had taken barely more than a second, and my prank hadn't resulted in the epic milk shower I had imagined but rather only stained half of Roger's pants, but I felt the most overwhelming sense of shame and regret I had ever experienced in my life. After a brief moment Roger still had made no reaction, but I knew what I had done. I knew what was coming. In that moment, I was the world's biggest asshole. More than any of the jocks or bullies who harassed him, more than any of the death threats he and his family had received, more than the tax agency which threatened to take every cent from his family, I was the one who broke him. Roger slowly began to shake, then tremble, then finally he fell to his knees in the puddle of milk, and wailed. He faced up and made an inhuman noise that chilled me to the bone, then tilted his head down and pressed it into the lower locker. He began crying, not silent, steady tears, but dry, pathetic sobs. He choked and spluttered and croaked with his head still pressed into the wall, but not a single tear fell. He had already used them all. I stood there, horrified. I wanted revenge and I got it. I wanted to see the fruits of my labour and I did. And everything was awful. I had made a poor kid who was living his own personal hell feel more alone than he already did. I tormented him with the most tasteless and ...
    ill-timed prank ever. I had stripped him of the little dignity he still had. I had stripped him of everything he had left. Roger's sobbing slowed and he looked in my direction, so I quickly stepped away and out of sight. He was still kneeling in the milk puddle when I returned a minute later with dozens of paper towels from the washroom. I wordlessly bent down and started wiping up the milk around Roger, staining my own shoes and hands. As I kept working to clean the mess I had made I never looked at Roger to see his reaction or if he even acknowledged me. I couldn't look him in the face. I just couldn't. After a few minutes I gathered up all the milk-soaked rags in my arms and picked up the carton, leaving Roger still kneeling and dead silent in the empty hall. The sounds of students coming up the stairs filled the stairwell as I dumped the carton and paper towels in the trash. I could clean the mess, but I couldn't fix the damage. No, you couldn't. There's no undoing what you just did. He just lost his dad. His dad just killed himself. And you had to get one more kick in. You couldn't just walk away. You couldn't be the bigger man. He was right, you are the problem. He wasn't spitting in your face for being nice. He was calling you out for pretending to be an ally when you did nothing while jocks shoved him around like a ragdoll. And he was right. You are not his ally. You are not his friend. You are his tormentor. You are a fiend. You are a bad person. A hand suddenly grabbed ...
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