CAN'T STAND THE COMPARISON (mf, inter, teen)
By Bobbir
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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.

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