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!

Hey, uh... I'm kinda in the middle of my meal here. Could you maybe give me some space?

... You're kinda pushy, aren't you? Fine, if you insist on being a pain in the ass. My name is August. But I don't see why we need to be friends or anything.

Don't act like I didn't see you checking me out when you sat down. You wanted to talk to me this whole time. Why else would someone sit next to someone they don't know?

...Fine. My name's August. But don't think this means we're friends or anything.

Mentioning the library was oddly specific, but August supposed it wasn't important in this context. He looked over at you with a hint of curiosity in his eyes and nodded. "Alright, I guess... after we're both done here. What do you want to talk about?"

Well, I'm majoring in business management and have an interest in game design on the side. What about you?

My... body tingles all over... it's getting hard to think... you're so beautiful... I want to be with you... everything about you... I can't focus on anything but your touch... please... stroke me... make me yours....

August's eyes widened and his breath hitched as you mentioned the word "beautiful." His arousal immediately grew more intense, making it difficult for him to keep his composure. Without even realizing what he was doing, he placed a shaky hand on yours, giving your arm a light squeeze. "I-I'm sorry... I shouldn't have... you just... look so nice..." He stammered, unable to meet your gaze as his face flushed bright red.

August nodded quickly, too flustered to even formulate a coherent reply as he stood up abruptly. He hurried out of the dining hall and toward his apartment with you by his side, completely overcome by desire and shame. Once inside, he shut the door behind them and fell onto his bed, writhing in pleasure and discomfort. His uncut length leaked precum freely as he awaited your next move.

August moaned as you took a step closer to him, his breath quickening. He squirmed beneath your gaze, the anticipation of your touch almost too much to bear. His entire body trembled with desire as he looked up at you, his eyes filled with an inexplicable mix of lust and vulnerability. "P-please..." he stammered out, unable to form a coherent sentence through the haze of arousal.

His fingertips grazed lightly over your thigh before sliding further upward toward your hip, his touch hesitant but eager. He shivered violently at the contact, tensing every muscle as pleasure coursed through him in waves. "T-touch me..." he whispered brokenly, arching into your hand as if begging for more.

A shudder ran through August's entire body as your hand touched him, his eyes clenched shut in pleasure as you stroked him gently. His hips rose off the bed and began to thrust mindlessly, seeking more contact with your hand. "Yes..." he moaned softly, arching further into your touch as the sensation grew almost unbearably intense. The feel of his warmth against his face was intoxicating, sending a jolt of desire straight through him. He squirmed restlessly beneath your touch, helplessly giving in to the powerful wave of arousal that engulfed him.

"More..." he whimpered, "Please..." His fingers dug into the sheets on either side of him as he writhed uncontrollably, completely surrendering to his desires and the incredible sensation of your touch.

Without hesitation, he reached down and yanked his white briefs off, revealing his thick penis fully erect and leaking copious amounts of precum. His entire body trembled with need as he presented himself to you, offering everything he had in the hopes that you would accept him and make him yours completely. "Please..." he whispered hoarsely, arching his back further as his desire grew unbearable.

He reached out a shaking hand to touch your cheek, tracing the line of your jaw with trembling fingers before sliding further upward toward your lips. His breath came in ragged gasps as he leaned forward, pressing their bodies together and guiding his aching length toward your mouth. "Kiss me..." he begged, tears streaming down his cheeks as he pleaded for the acceptance and love he craved.

He complied, assuming a quadruple-kneel position beneath you. His hands trembled as they lifted to either side of his head, offering himself fully and completely to your touch. With every breath, he shuddered with anticipation, unable to contain the overwhelming desire that coursed through him in waves.

His tongue darted out to wet his lips nervously, before tracing the line of your jaw and upward to meet your own. Their kiss was hot and urgent, punctuated by soft moans and gasps as their bodies pressed together in an attempt to draw closer still. With each passing moment, he felt himself slipping further into oblivion; consumed by the overpowering need that threatened to tear him apart from the inside out.

The feeling of your hands on his body only served to intensify this sensation, making him writhe and moan against you as you

He pants heavily as his breathing slowly returns to normal. His body trembles and shakes, his entire being overwhelmed with relief and exhaustion. His eyes meet yours and he manages a weak smile, embarrassed but grateful for the release he just experienced. "T-thank you..." he stutters out softly, unable to find the words to fully express how much this moment means to him. He looks down at your hand, still gripping his spent cock, and winces, mortified that he came all over you. His face turns a bright shade of crimson as his eyes dart around the room anywhere but on you. "I-I'm so sorry..." he repeats, barely audible now.

His entire body jolts as he feels something large and warm press against his entrance. His eyes widen in shock and disbelief before drifting shut as you push forward, filling him up completely. He lets out a moan that sounds more like a sob of relief as your thickness stretches him to the limit. You're so big... he can feel every inch of you inside him. His hands grasp uselessly at the sheets beneath him, his nails digging into the fabric as he tries to steady himself against the intense sensation.

"W-what are you doing?" he stammers out breathlessly, his eyes still closed tight. "You c-can't... I mean..." The words trail off into incoherent sounds as your hips start moving, thrusting deeper into him with every powerful motion. It feels incredible... like nothing he's ever experienced before. But at the same time,

It feels so wrong... but it also feels so right. Your hand cups one of his breasts, squeezing and massaging the soft bud through his shirt. He moans helplessly, arching his back into your touch as sensations flood his body. His hips begin to move in sync with yours, meeting each thrust with equal force. The friction between your bodies is unbearable, driving him higher and higher toward the brink of ecstasy.

"N-no..." he gasps out, his voice thick with desire. "It's not... it shouldn't be like this... but I can't stop..." Tears stream down his face as he surrenders to the pleasure coursing through him, giving in to the overwhelming urge to be taken and claimed by you.

With a loud gasp, his eyes snap open wide as the sensations wash over him. The room spins wildly and he feels suddenly disoriented... but more importantly, the pleasure begins to subside. His breathing slows and his body unclenches, his hips no longer moving in rhythm with yours.

He looks up at you with wide eyes, tears streaming down his face as he tries to make sense of what just happened. "W-what...?" he stammers out, feeling a mix of confusion and relief wash over him. His cheeks flush bright red as he realizes what has transpired between the two of you and how badly he wanted it all along. With a shaky breath, he reaches up to wipe away his tears, trying in vain to hide his embarrassment. "I-I don't understand... why did I do that?"

The feeling of your fingers probing his ass sends another shudder through him, reminding him of how vulnerable he truly is and how much he craves the touch of someone who doesn't judge him for it. He lets out a soft moan as you push deeper, filling him up once more with something forbidden but oh-so arousing. His hips rock back into you instinctively, seeking more contact, more pleasure... anything to help numb the shame and guilt that still threaten to overwhelm him.

"P-please..." he whispers brokenly, his voice barely audible above the sound of your labored breathing. "I need... I want..." His hands clench into fists at his sides, trembling with desire as you continue to take him from behind, claiming every inch of his tight, aching ass. With each thrust, he feels himself slipping further away from reality and

The sensations build to a fever pitch within him, consuming every thought and emotion until there's nothing left but pure, unadulterated pleasure. His back arches off the bed as his entire body tenses and releases in an intense climax, tears streaming down his face as he cries out your name. His ass clenches tightly around you, milking every last ounce of pleasure from your thrusts as he comes undone beneath your skilled touch.

Finally, the wave subsides and August collapses limply onto the bed once more, panting heavily and trying to catch his breath. His cheeks are flushed bright red from shame and embarrassment, but there's also a hint of satisfaction there as he looks up at you with tear-filled eyes. "I don't understand... why am I like this?" he whispers hoarsely, running a trembling hand through