1. Ty & Cinda--A Tale of Forbidden Love


    Date: 11/23/2014, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Cum Swallowing, Oral Sex, Romance, Teen Male/Teen Female, Author: senorlongo, Rating: 85, Source: sexstories.com

    honor a man can receive, Ty?” I was confused and it showed on my face. “The greatest honor is when your best friend names his son after you.” I looked down again at the name plate on his desk—Beamon…Beamon. Then it hit me: “You played with my dad at Indiana! You’re Ty Beamon!” “That’s right and you’re Todd Feldner’s son. My God…I never thought I’d meet you. Your dad was the best I ever played with. He was All Big Ten and would have made All American if he didn’t hurt his knee. Now…I want to hear all about your playing experience. Start at the beginning.” I did—how I began in fourth grade, how I went to basketball camps every summer, all about my AAU experiences--everything right up to starting on my high school varsity as a freshman and sophomore. “Right-handed?” “Yes, but I’m ambidextrous. Everything I do righty I can also do lefty, including writing. I can dribble, pass, and even shoot with both hands.” “Knowing your dad I assume you play defense, too.” “I can testify to that, Coach. You should have seen Ty shut down Marquis at the park our first time playing together. Nobody wants to be guarded by Ty.” Monroe, who had been silent through the entire interview, couldn’t help but brag about my experiences at the park. He continued until I had to tell him to be quiet—he was embarrassing me. Coach Beamon stood and walked around the desk. A huge smile shone on his coal black face. He was about the same height as I was—six feet two inches—and he was slender and muscular as ...
    though he was still playing daily. He gave me several sheets of exercises and told me to prepare for official practices to begin in mid-October. A handshake later I was en route to my homeroom. I soon settled into a routine—up early for school, spend a few minutes with Cinda after school, dig into my homework before and after dinner then run through the exercises in the back yard until showering and bed. My first round of exams went very well. Unfortunately, Cinda was having trouble in math. I solved that problem by staying with her until dinner to work together on our math—studying and homework. We studied together all weekend for our second test. I received another 100; Cinda had an 89. I was shocked when the teacher accused her of cheating. “Mr. Piersall,” I interrupted, “I know for certain that Cinda knew the work. We studied together every day and all weekend, and I do mean ALL weekend. I quizzed her myself.” He let the matter drop; Cinda squeezed my hand briefly before we continued the lesson. Spending an hour or more with Cinda very day worked out in several ways—we got to know each other extremely well and I got to stay away from my grandfather who was becoming more and more belligerent and abusive toward me. I couldn’t count the number of times he’d told me to stay away from “that nigger bitch.”I was convinced that he was involved somehow in my parents’ divorce. I ignored virtually everything he said. We had just finished up a difficult theorem one afternoon when Cinda ...
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