About 8 months later I was doing some shopping at my local shopping centre. I had not had another sexual encounter since Abby. I had not seen Abby, josh, Ryan or Jordan since the camping trip. I walked out of the shopping centre. A gollywog was standing by the door, he gave me an awkward smile. I walked up some steps to the top of the multi story car park next door. The words "jack's a fake tanned puffkin" were scribbled on the wall. I reached the top of the multi story carpark. I looked left and saw a boy about to jump off the top of the carpark. I ran towards him. He turned to face me, it was Ryan. I grabbed his hand as he jumped off the carpark. He pulled me off The edge. We both plummeted to the ground.
Luckily we landed on a trampoline that had been conveniently placed below us for a charity fundraising day. "why did you try to kill yourself" I asked Ryan. "I tried to kill myself because of you. I'm paranoid that my family will see our sex tape. I can't cope anymore" Ryan replied. "would you feel any better if we had sex again" I asked. "yes" Ryan replied.
So later that evening Ryan came round to my house. I kissed his neck, then unbuttoned his shirt. We lay on my bed, attached at the mouth. I threw his shirt on the floor. I began to gently suck on his left nipple while I pulled down his jeans. I pulled off his asda branded boxer shorts, then began to squeeze his peachy bum. He had more arse hair than last time. He whipped off my t-shirt and tregging combo. The pulled down my boxer shorts to discover I was wearing a edible red thong. He stroked my six-pack then began to nibble away my thong until my trouser snake was freed from his cage. He put his lips around my big cock and began to suck slowly. I thrusted for a bit then ejaculated into his throat. He stopped sucking then bent me over. He thrusted his gigantic muscle into my backside. It felt so good but hurt so bad. I felt juices drip down my bottom cheeks. I bent him over then clenched a fist. I stuck my fist up his arsehole. He screamed out in pain. I removed my fist. I took out my cat-o-nine-tales and began to whip him quickly. He screamed out in pain and pleasure. I used rope to bound his hands and feet. He began to milk me like a cow but suddenly my phone went 'ding' I picked it up. It was a text from Abby. It said "hey Matt, I'm pregnant with your child." "fuck" I shouted.