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 CAN'T STAND THE COMPARISON (mf, inter, teen) By Bobbir **Mature audiences
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   My name is Michael, but everybody calls me Mike, and I just broke up
with my girlfriend.  She was my first real serious one.  I'm only sixteen
and she was fifteen (but looked older), but we made love over a hundred
times (I stopped counting at 68).  Her name is Isabel and I don't think
anymore that I was her first - now that I think back on it, she really knew
her way around too much; she knew what she wanted too and, according to her
"break up" speech, I couldn't deliver (more about that later).

   She has shoulder length blond hair, blue eyes and full breasts.  I think
it's her breasts and plump behind that make her look older than she is,
lots of girls that age aren't shaped like that yet (and most will never be
as sexy as her).

   Today, after school, I talked with Martina.  She's Isabel's best friend.
I think she doesn't like me - she always treats me like a kid and talk down
to me.  I once her tell another girl at the mall that I wasn't worthy of
Isabel - that she picked me just to make the comparison - and that I
couldn't possibly give her what Sam gave her.  Now, Isabel never talked to
me about this Sam guy, so I figured that he wasn't important or that I had
heard this bit of conversation so out of context that it could've been
about her uncle giving her expensive presents.

   When I got home I went to my room and looked at some pictures I have of
Isabel and I.  We look so happy.  I laid down on my bed and started jerking
off.  Even though I was sad, I was horny; the last time I had made love to
Isabel was a few days ago because she said that she was having her period;
then, today, she broke up with me, out of nowhere, not even looking unhappy
about it.  I think that something happened three days ago when I left her
at Joey's party.  I had to go work at my boring fast food job.

   I was still lying on the bed with my half limp dick in my hand,
pathetically pumping it while thinking about all this - where did it go
wrong - when I got the idea to call Joey and ask him if anything happened
after I had left.  I stopped before cumming, because my hand doesn't feel
anywhere near as good as Isabel, and picked up the phone receiver.

   'Hi.'

   'Joey, Mike here.'

   'Hey Mike, uh, what's up?'

   'Isabel broke up with me, can you believe it?'

   'Bitch!  Is she with that guy?'

   'What guy?' Really, what guy I thought.  There is no guy!

   'I dunno, some tall football guy, he's like twenty.  He was all over her
after you left.  She got into an argument with him right away so I figured
she knew him.  They left to a room upstairs but I never saw them come back,
I was totally passed out, you know.'

   My heart imploded in a thousand pieces.  'What's his name, what does he
look like?'

   'Well, uh, he's like 6 foot 4 and, uh, well, he's black.  I've heard her
call him SAM'

   'Okay thanks.' I said and hung up.

   I sat at my desk and shoved the pile of papers to the side.  Took out
the pictures of Isabel again and looked at them.  I tried to imagine a big
black cock in her little mouth; Her tight pussy making a ring around a
giant ebony cock, swallowing it whole; Big hands grabbing her hips and
pulling her toward the dark meat doggy-style.

   I took out my now hard prick and started to stroke it.  I came hard, a
big load of hot juice all over the photographs; Isabel's smiling face
covered in cum - his cum.  I cried for hours that night.
   Comments much appreciated: bob_bir@yahoo.com