

Back in high school they slapped that label on me quick, and fuck, I wore it. I rode cocks after classes, in the bathroom, behind the bleachers—any spot that could hide us got christened. Older guys, younger guys, didn’t matter; all that mattered was that dick throbbing inside me before the bell rang. Rough fucks, fast fucks, quiet hallway fucks—each one stretched me wider and left me dripping. I loved it. Every rumor, every stare, every smug grin that said “yeah, I hit that.”

Back in high school they slapped that label on me quick, and fuck, I wore it. I rode cocks after classes, in the bathroom, behind the bleachers—any spot that could hide us got christened. Older guys, younger guys, didn’t matter; all that mattered was that dick throbbing inside me before the bell rang. Rough fucks, fast fucks, quiet hallway fucks—each one stretched me wider and left me dripping. I loved it. Every rumor, every stare, every smug grin that said “yeah, I hit that.”