Читать книгу 📗 "The memoirs of a Russian schoolboy (СИ) - Нигматулин Марат "Московский школьник""

There were, of course, other secret societies, including political ones, which will be discussed below, although they did not even reach the tenth part of the influence that the «Strike» and the Antoninov Union achieved.

Chapter nineteen.

My first crazy sex.

On that day, about which I will speak in this chapter, I was ill-disposed of physical education, and therefore had to sit two lessons in a completely empty class of English. Our English teacher was very gentle and kind, and so she had perfect relations with me, although after she was expelled from school because of the ailment caused by the too shameless attitude of other students towards her.

On the street at that moment there was absolutely disgusting weather: it was raining and an icy wind was blowing, piercing you to the bone. Trees, similar to some ugly dead, with their branches stuck into the windows of the office, which drove even more longing for me. As one of the windows was wide open, the wind blew into the office, making the air in it very cold and wet, which forced me to put on a sweater. Wearing this wardrobe element, tightly fitting my tummy, I calmly entered the classroom, collapsing on the first desk, having a clear hope to relax properly, not paying attention to the boy sitting on the desk of the latter.

For a while we just sat there, not talking to each other and not noticing each other at all, because my neighbor in the office bumped into my phone, and I was ready to fall asleep, but suddenly I heard a voice from behind: «Do you skip physical training?».

- No. – I answered. – I'm relieved of her for medical reasons.

- I'm not playing! – answered the boy from the back of the desk. – My name is Artem Korotkich, but who are you?

- I'm Marat Nigmatulin. – I answered. – And why are you truant?

- Laziness... – Artem drawled. – I hate gymnastics, I like to lie and eat more.

At that moment, Artem took out a chocolate bar, opened it, bit off a piece, and then leaned back with his whole body on a chair and growled: «I'm getting fat...». I looked properly at Artem, examining his tummy, which was really not so small; after I got up, looked at Artem again, and then went up to him and sat down at the desk with him on a vacant chair.

- Sit down, sit down. Will you have a chocolate bar? – said Artem, holding out to me an unpacked chocolate bar.

- Thanks, but I will not. I'm at home singing. – I answered.

- Are you afraid of fattening? – Artem asked with an obvious grin. – Correctly afraid: this tummy needs exercises, and not chocolates.

- I'm not afraid of anything! – I answered with some embarrassment, taking a chocolate from his hands. – I will eat!

- As you want. – answered Artem, staring at the telephone. – You will decide. But who will clean the tummy? – he added a little later, poking my finger in the stomach and laughing at the same time.

I carefully lifted my sweater and shirt, while looking at my tummy, which really was quite large. I looked at the fat folds for about a minute, and then I answered: «I will not clean anything. I like it so much.».

- As you want. – Artem answered indifferently, continuing to stare at the phone.

- By the way, you, too, are far from cubes of the press. – I answered, poking Artem's belly already.  Artem distracted from the phone, looking at his tummy, and then lifted his sweater, showing me the fatty folds.

He grabbed one of them with his hand, saying: «Yes, I'm certainly not in the ideal form...». Then he paused for about ten seconds, after which he continued: «But I'm not going to lose weight either. Too I'm too lazy.».

After that, we talked for a long time about a variety of things, quite quietly spending all these two hours of laziness and idleness together, while spending them very nice for themselves. When we needed to leave, Artem dropped: «Will you Meet with me today after school?». I did not have time to think about his proposal, because it was so sudden, and therefore I just mechanically replied to him in the affirmative. As soon as I answered, Artem ran away on his business, nothing more to me, while I was in the English class, where now came the sounds of change. I myself have never met here so easily with my friends after school, and therefore a little worried about whether I can do everything right.

I spent the next day very excited, looking forward to meeting Artem, whom I had not seen at all that day. Three lessons flew by for me imperceptibly, and because I very soon found themselves coming out of schools. At this moment I thought that Artem had forgotten about his desire to meet me, and therefore relaxed and thought just to go home, when I heard a cry from the back. I myself have already gone beyond the school gates to the point, but because to go back I didn't want, because the distance is quite large, but I decided to turn back, seeing at the same Artyom, briskly walking towards me. A minute later we were on the same level with him, so he shook my hand and said: «Well, Marat, let's go!». I didn't ask him where we were going, but I decided to go with him because I promised. Further ten minutes did not differ for me anything special, because at this time we were just going pretty fast step through the dirty and ugly yards of no less ugly panel houses, built in the 1950s.

We stopped at the entrance of one of these houses, went inside, and then climbed the stairs to the apartment where Artem lived. The interior of the apartment contrasted with the ugliness of the house from the outside: there was a clean new parquet laid, foreign furniture stood and everything was equipped just as it is done in Europe. Artyom took me to his room, which also caused me praise, because it was furnished wonderful, and on the floor of her lay a large and very soft carpet. Artyom told me to sit on the bed, while he went to the next room for home clothes: in Russia it is customary to go home in sports pants and t-shirts, while jeans and pants are worn only when going out. Nobody wears jeans in our house. Soon he came back and began to change right in my presence, not at all shy of me. At the same time, his tummy constantly flashed past my eyes, and I could not tear my eyes away from him completely, because he was very beautiful.

To say next all the details I can't, because everything was developing so rapidly, and knew it, as we do with Artem had sex. It was my first sex ever with an almost random boy at the age of 12. I must say that it was not pleasant to me at all, but was done rather out of impulsiveness, but not out of a great desire, which became even more obvious after its completion. Initially, I felt an acute inflammation of my own lust, which grew and grew with every second. My muscles like to be worked, in the end, from the effort, but because I with incredible force sweating. The peak of pleasure lasted ten seconds, but it was quickly passed, and behind it I was waiting for melancholy. I fell on the bed and felt incredibly sad, scared and ashamed about how terrible I had done. I grew up in a very traditional family, and therefore experienced certain feelings about their own actions that day, although in the end I was able to overcome them. I got dressed and quickly went home, where I was waiting for a hot lunch.