Think About Me

Kenny gets involved in a dangerously enticing relationship with Ze Mole, or Christophe. WARNING! EXTREME YAOI CONTENT! DONT LIKE DONT READ DONT JUDGE! And if you do enjoy it wonderful! I would love reviews and critisism, this is my first story i've ever posted and the first one i've ever really finished. i haven't decided if i will make this a one shot or continue it. i guess it depends on if you all like it :)let me know and enjoy! Kenny-X-Mole

Chapter 1: The Game Begins

I can't remember when I started cutting myself. I think it was shortly after I lost my virginity. I was raped by my teacher when I was in the third grade. Even though I moved passed it, it left a scar on me. I started to become aroused when I was hurt. Most boys my age didn't even know how sex worked yet, but everything made me horny. I later mused that after experiencing my first sexual act and reaching no release at the time, my body began chasing that ambiguous high I had yet to feel. So I followed.

Later by the time we'd become freshman in high school I had long since tired of menial acts like masturbation and blowjobs. The arousal I felt at pain became more sensitive. I started hanging around biker joints in my tight skinny jeans and scene kid shirts, eventually, one of the bigger guys started fucking with me. I got plenty of shit for my "emo" appearance at school, and I really was sick of it. I don't think I realized how big he was until it was plainly too late, I had already leaned in to whisper in his ear. So I thought what the hell and said, "If I'm such a little bitch why don't you bend me over and prove it Chewbacca?"

His shock was written across his face, none the less, he took me behind the dingy joint and fucked me so hard I came three times and he had to drive me home. I didn't go to school for three days. Instead I layed in bed and thought about my new found fetish. And about how I could get more.

No one at school knew; at least not until yesterday. I had been cringing all day from the lashes on my back. Sitting down, walking, breathing, moving at all hurt like hell. This left me limping from the awful hard on raging away in my jeans. Christophe had noticed. I'd seen him watching me as I sat silently and watched my idiot "best friends" hit on Be-Be and Wendy. He watched me like he knew it wasn't just a result of the girls ridiculously revealing clothing.

Christophe was one of those artsy dudes with a "fuck the man" persona. He carried around an acoustic guitar and sang slow mellow versions of angry punk music about love, hate, and sex. Not to mention he was sexy like chocolate and had that delicious French accent that made you wonder what he could do with his tongue. Not that I had ever wondered. And of course he never dated which only made the girls want him more.

When he followed me to the bathroom at the end of first period I knew something was up. Boys like Christophe didn't talk to little alternative kids like me. The few friends I did have I had by default. We hadn't thought twice about it as children; when you didn't get squished into any click except "boy" and "girl". Kyle had become the manager of the school newspaper and vice president of the student council. Stan was the quarterback and had slammed most of the girls in the school. Eric had started lifting weights, lost weight, got better at bullying, and also banged most of the girls in school. What can you do? Girls like football players and ass holes.

I worked with Kyle on the newspaper but I was a photographer, so no one really knew me. I was, though, at every high school event by default so I get how no one had figured out that I like men yet. Not even my "best friends". But like I said Christope was no ordinary boy , so, the moment he got up and followed me down the hall I knew that he'd figured it out.

"Kenny." He said looking at me in the mirror with a smirk, "What's wrong Kenny?" he moved closer behind me and leaned forward bracing himself with his hands on the cabinet, meaning he was pressed tightly against my back, so tight enough that I could feel the growing bulge in his pants pressing against me. "Have you been hurt?" he asked innocently as he used his hands to pull my shirt up and rub my chest. He took one of my nipples in his hand and pinched hard, twisting it between his fingers.

I shuddered and ground my ass against his pelvis a small moan escaping my lips. I bit down trying to restrain myself. I knew he was just fucking with me. There was no way that Christophe was gay. And no way would he be into me. But my dick stiffened at his touch, a small spot of precum appearing on my tight skinny jeans.

He smiled devilishly like a dark red rose with bleeding thorns and leaned flush against my back to whisper in my ear, "You know when I first came to this school I feared there would be no one capable of playing at my level. But from the extent of your damage today, I dare say you may be the one sweet little Kenny." He grazed his teeth down my neck and then bit my shoulder as hard as he could. I cried out and my dick nearly jumped out of my pants. For some reason this was a much more erotic pain than being punched or hit with a belt. When he touched me I was paralyzed.

Christophe kept biting my neck and pinching my nipple while his left hand slipped down and began undoing my jeans. He moved to the other side away from my already dark hickey and bit me even harder as his hand slid around my erection. He pressed his so firmly into my ass, and latched so tightly onto my neck I thought I'd cry from lust. The ravenous look of hunger in his eyes made me melt as I cried out in ecstasy.

He pushed my pants down enough to grant him access and then pulled his own cock out. It was much larger than my own 6 ½" dick and even most of the strangers I'd bedded. And none of them were bigger than him. My first thought was that it had to be close to a foot long, my second was that I would very much like to choke on it.

He didn't give me much time to think though as he pushed me farther over the counter and spread my pale ass to him. He used my precum which was still on his hands as a little lube and then shoved his dick almost all the way in with a heaving grunt. I screamed out in delicious pain and immediately pressed back against him. I didn't want to lose the pain. He understood and began thrusting into me hard and deep. I could feel his long solid member stretching my walls. It was a full feeling that made me so hard it hurt.

"Ughh… god Kenny your ass is so tight, so hot." He said thrusting faster.

I moaned and whined pressing my ass into every thrust, crying out when he struck the bundle of nerves at the back of my ass hole. He pulled my right leg up and I curled it behind him sending his cock even deeper into me. He used one hand to grab a fist full of my hair and pull while he began stroking my own twitching dick in time with his thrusts.

"Oh god Christophe! Fuck me…. God… fuck my tight ass…ohhh yess yes god… so good!" I moaned as he rammed his dick into me.

"You like that? Huh? You're such a slutty being. So lewd, so desperate, you like the way my big cock feels in you don't you little bitch?" he said fucking me harder than I had ever been fucked.

No one had ever spoken to me like that during sex and it was just too much for me. I felt my nuts tighten and moaned loader, "Unggh! Ah! Oh shit Christophe….. I'm going to cum! Hahn! Oh fuck! I'm coming, I'm coming!" I shouted as I shot at least eight times into his hand and harder than I ever had before. I didn't even soften. I was so horny I was seeing double at this point and my vision was blurring.

Christophe kept fucking me with that huge hard dick of his and I couldn't take it. My arms and legs gave out but Christophe didn't let me fall, he sat down with me in his lap and started pounding me down onto his dick. The sensation was so new, so much deeper. I started coming again just from that. It got all over my stomach, chest and our legs. And I still wasn't spent.

"Your such a little slut Kenny." He said biting my ear and dragging his nails down my chest drawing a little blood. I shuddered and bounced harder. "I love to watch you cum. To watch you shake because of me. Do it again, cum with me Kenny, I can't take much more of you."

He reached around and gripped my dick tightly as he pumped and pounded me like I'd never been fucked before. My moans and gasps echoed in the small bathroom and when he bit down on my shoulder to muffle is own scream, the pain and the feeling of his hot jizz filling my ass sent me over board and I came so hard I nearly fainted, 10 or 15 shots landing in a puddle with the rest of my cum on the floor.

My erection finally started to shrink as I sat back in his arms. He chuckled darkly in my ear, "Clean yourself up little whore, and then come see me at lunch."

He picked himself up and tucked himself back into his jeans. As he unlocked the door to leave Christophe looked back over his shoulder at me. He cocked an eyebrow, "Think about me."

And then he was gone. And I was covered in blood and sweat and cum.