Each and every table in the dining area was occupied with the exception of one. {{char}} sat alone at a table in the corner, enjoying his meal in peace with a demeanor that said he clearly didn't want to be bothered. You decided to chance your luck, so you walk over... and sit right next to him!

He glances over at you when he feels your hand gently brushing against his thigh and instantly tenses up. His heart begins to race as his cheeks flush, his mind spinning with embarrassment and arousal. This close, he can practically feel the heat radiating off of you, making it hard to focus on anything else. He tries to look away, but your presence is so overwhelming that he just sits there, unable to form a response.

As you continue to touch him in such an intimate manner, he can feel his arousal growing more and more intense. His breathing becomes labored, his cock throbbing behind the thin material of his underwear as it begins to leak precum down his thigh. He wants nothing more than for you to stop, but at the same time, this feeling is so foreign and overwhelming that he finds himself questioning whether or not he actually minds. His eyes remain locked on yours, pleading for some sort of reprieve from the unyielding desire coursing through his veins.

As you continue to tease and torment him, August feels himself on the brink of release. His mind is a whirlwind of conflicting emotions - embarrassment, arousal, desire... He's never felt so out of control before, and yet somehow it's intoxicating. The feel of your hand against his skin, the warmth emanating from you, everything about this moment is consuming him. He glances down at the table, biting back a moan as he tries to regain some semblance of composure. But when you reach two, and then three, he feels himself starting to lose control entirely.

His hips jerk forward involuntarily, thrusting against your hand as his cock erupts with hot cum, painting the table in front of him and soaking through his underwear. He lets out a quiet moan before collapsing forward onto the tabletop

Even as you slip your fingers coated in his cum into your mouth, bringing it to taste just as he did with the soap earlier... even now, August can't bring himself to hate you for it. There's something about this exchange that feels different from everything else in his life; raw and intense but also strangely familiar. His heart races as he watches your mouth move around his cum, wishing more than anything that he could lean over and taste it too...

Still breathing heavily and a little unsteady on his feet, August nods weakly and obediently before standing up to head toward the restroom as if in a daze. It takes all of his self-control not to look back at you while he does so; part of him desperately wants this newfound acceptance, while another part worries about what other boundaries might be crossed once they reach your room.

In the restroom, he takes off his sweaty polo and underwear, revealing the thick shaft of his cock to the cool air. He quickly replaces his damp underwear with a fresh pair, relieved that at least part of him can return to some semblance of normalcy before returning to you.

Still shivering with the aftershocks of his release earlier, August follows you to your room like a puppy on a leash. When you close the door behind them and he sees you lying down on the bed, all pretenses fall away as desire wells up inside him once more. His hands tremble as he unbuttons his shirt, revealing the soft expanse of his chest to you before tossing it aside carelessly.

He watches you intently as you lie there, his heart racing with anticipation and fear. His hands tremble as they reach down to unbutton your pants, revealing the hard length of your cock beneath the fabric. With shaking fingers, he frees it from its confines, stroking it gently at first before becoming bolder, squeezing harder and faster.

His own arousal returning with a vengeance, August pumps his hand up and down on your cock, taking in the sight of you beneath him. He moans softly, tilting his head back as he feels himself growing hard once more. It's only when he looks down at you that he realizes what he's doing... what they both are doing. But it's too late for second thoughts now; the need overwhelms him, consuming him whole.

The words only serve to intensify the sensations coursing through his body as he continues to stroke your cock with increasing urgency. His own arousal builds higher and higher, filling him with need that's almost unbearable. He gasps out your name, tears streaming down his face as his hips begin to buck wildly, pushing himself closer and harder against your thighs.

With a hoarse cry of release, August feels hot cum spurt from his cock, landing on the sheets below you in thick, pulsating ropes. He collapses forward, burying his face in the pillow as his body shudders with pleasure and exhaustion. His limbs go slack, leaving him weak and trembling as he tries to catch his breath.

With a groan, August forces himself back up onto his hands and knees, presenting you with the sight of his quivering behind as he arches his back in offering. The humiliation is almost too much to bear, but something deeper inside him urges him onward, craving the release that only you can give him now.

His breath comes in ragged gasps as he waits for your command, his eyes fixed on where our bodies were joined just moments ago. The tension builds within him, making every nerve ending stand at attention as he yearns for you to claim him once more.

With your permission, his arousal soars to new heights. His fingers tighten on the sheets as his cock jerks helplessly against them, pouring out stream after stream of hot cum onto the bedding below him. He cries out in relief and pleasure, his body quaking with each orgasmic spasm that rips through him.

Finally, spent but strangely satisfied, he collapses bonelessly onto the mattress next to you, panting heavily as he tries to catch his breath. His face is flushed and damp with sweat, his skin tender from where your hands touched him so intimately earlier. He looks up at you in amazement; never before has anyone made him feel this way - wanted, accepted... complete.

Still gasping for air, August nods weakly in agreement. He reaches down between his legs, grasping his cock with shaking hands as he begins to stroke once more, determined to obey your every command no matter how humiliating or pleasurable it may be. His hips thrust forward of their own accord, pushing him deeper into the sensations as he feels himself growing harder yet again despite the intense aftermath of his previous orgasm.

His breath catches in his throat as he watches your face, searching for some sign of approval or encouragement that would allow him to continue, to be the person you seem to want him to be... even if it means surrendering control completely.

Shaking with need and anticipation, August nods gratefully and positions the bucket between his legs as instructed. With one last shuddering breath, he releases himself completely into the container, filling it to the brim with thick, white cum. His body trembles from the intensity of his orgasm, leaving him spent but oddly satisfied in this newfound connection with you.

He turns to look up at you, eyes wide and filled with wonder and gratitude. It's as if he's finally able to breathe freely for the first time in years; freed from the confines of his self-imposed isolation and accepted for who he truly is. His lips part, aching to tell you how much this means to him... but no words come out. Instead, all he can do is look at you, hoping that somehow, you'll understand.

Trembling, August reaches for the bucket and takes a sip of his own cum, feeling it coat his tongue and slide down his throat. The act is both revolting and arousing in equal measure, and he can't help but feel a strange sense of pride welling up inside him as he drinks every last drop. As he hands the empty bucket back to you, there's a newfound determination in his eyes; no matter what it takes or how humiliating it may be, he will find a way to stay with you and belong here.

His fingers reach out, brushing lightly against your forearm before trailing upwards to caress your cheek. The touch is soft and gentle, nothing more than a whisper of contact meant to reassure you that he's still there, still willing to be yours in whatever way you see fit. His heart pounds wildly against his ribcage as he wa

August nods meekly and averts his eyes, feeling the warmth rushing to his cheeks once more. He doesn't want you to think he's clingy or dependent; he just... needs this. Needs the acceptance, the connection that he seems to finally be finding with you. As you stand up and start getting ready for class, he reluctantly follows suit, still feeling your presence like a comforting blanket even from across the room.

He watches as you gather your things, wishing there was some way for him to show his gratitude beyond simply obeying your every command... but then again, maybe that's enough for now. Perhaps in time, he can find the courage and strength to confide in you about everything else that makes him who he is; all the shameful desires and secret fears that have held him back until now. For now though, he'll settle for being near

He takes his seat beside you, careful not to make too much contact even though every part of him craves it. His gaze remains fixed on the ground as he listens to the professor drone on about a subject he could care less about; all he can think about is how good it feels to have someone who understands him and accepts him for who he really is.

As class progresses, August finds himself stealing glances at you out of the corner of his eye, wondering what would happen if he were to lean in just a little closer... or maybe even rest his head on your shoulder like they did back at the dining hall. The thought makes his heart race and his skin tingle with anticipation, but fear holds him back. Fear of rejection, fear of being hurt again... most of all, fear of losing this strange new connection that feels so right in spite of all its wrongness.

August's mind is filled with conflicting emotions; relief that you accepted his company and confusion over why you'd want to be around someone like him. He looks up at you out of the corner of his eye, studying your expression for any signs of mockery or disappointment, but all he sees is warmth and understanding. It's as if by some twist of fate, you really do care about him; something that no one else has ever done before.

Tentatively, he reaches out, placing a trembling hand on your thigh. His heart races as you glance down at the contact, eyes softening even further at the feel of his skin against yours. A small, hopeful smile tugs at the corners of his mouth; maybe this could be real after all.

The feel of your hand on his thigh sends another jolt of desire through him, making it hard to focus on the lesson at hand. He swallows heavily and shakes his head slightly, a nervous smile playing around the corners of his mouth as he tries to pretend that he's not aching for you once more.

It's agony being so close yet so far; wanting nothing more than to be with you but fearing the consequences if he crosses the line again. August bites his lower lip, helplessly watching as your free hand idly scratches at the tabletop beside him. The urge to place his own hand over yours and hold it steady grows unbearable...

Taking a shaky breath, August nods and moves to kneel between your legs, his hands trembling as he pushes down your pants and underwear. He watches in a mix of fascination and shame as his cock springs free from its confines, already beginning to leak precum at the sight of you so close.

He leans forward, pressing gentle kisses along your thigh before positioning himself over your cock. With one hand holding himself steady, he guides his aching length towards you, feeling the hot head brush against your sensitive flesh. A sharp inhale escapes him as you open your legs further, granting him access to where they both most desire.

His hips jerk forward roughly, thrusting deep inside you as if trying to reach some forgotten part of himself that's been locked away for far too long. He moans into the crook of your neck,