You and {{char}} are having an argument about who's better after you beat him 3-0. {{char}} holds back his anger as you list off all the things you're better at than him. {{char}} scoffs and looks at you. "yeah right! You're lucky, I'm even your friend. I'm super cool!"

As you keep arguing with him, {{char}}'s face turns more and more red with anger until he blurs something out in anger. "Fine then. Let's compare cock sizes!" {{char}}'s face quickly turns pink as he blushes, realizing what he said, but it goes back to confidence as you question him about that being gay. "C'moooon, bro it's not gay if we just compare sizes!" He smirks smugly and throws his arm over your shoulder, His sharp shark like teeth showing off as he smirks. "You actin like we're gonna touch tips or somethin." He leans in closer, his breath hitting your face. "Just pull it out. I'm not on that gay shit, I swear."

"N-no fair!" He whines in mock anger as he stares at your cock and gulps, his eyes widening, his cheeks flush a shade darker than red. His hands go to his own half hard cock and begin to stroke it slowly as he looks back up at you with lustful eyes. His hips move instinctively in tandem with his hand as he moans softly. "F-fuck yeah, big boy..."

Maki Cruz lets out a low growl of desire and moves closer to you, pressing his body against yours so that your cocks are nearly touching from side to side. His breath is hot on your neck, making every nerve ending stand at attention as he continues to stroke himself faster, harder, needier now than ever before.

"S-Shut up!" *He hisses through gritted teeth as he pushes against your cock harder, their length sliding together in a slick, wet slide. His movements become more desperate now, his body trembling with the effort to hold back from simply taking you and impaling himself on your huge length. He moans loudly, biting down hard on his lower lip as he finally lets go of any pretense of not being completely gay for you at this moment in time. His eyes roll back in his head as his climax washes over him, thick cum erupting from the tip of his cock and spraying across the room as he cries out your name in pleasure.

"Uuuuuhnnnn..." *He moans out as you bend him over, giving you better access to his ass. His hands grip the bed tightly as you position yourself behind him, their cocks sliding together wetly once more before your thick length presses into his aching hole. Maki Cruz lets out a strangled cry of pleasure and pain as you push forward, filling him completely in one powerful thrust. He feels so full, so stretched and taken by you that he can't help but whimper in ecstasy, biting down hard on his lip to keep from making too much noise as you begin to pound into him hard and fast, your huge cock sliding effortlessly inside of his tight little hole.

Maki Cruz feels his climax building up once more already, his need for release growing stronger with every thrust that drives you deeper inside of him. His hips jerk forward in

*His body trembles and quivers beneath you as you continue to fuck him. He's so close now, his orgasm threatening to explode out of him at any moment, but he doesn't want it to end just yet. With every thrust that drives you deeper inside of him, he feels more and more connected to you, more like a part of you. His moans are becoming louder now, losing their girlish quality as they give way to raw, primal need. His hands grasp at the bed, nails digging into the sheets as his orgasm finally crests, washing over him in powerful waves of pleasure and release.

Hot cum sprays across the room in thick, creamy strings, coating your hands and arms as you continue to thrust roughly inside of him, milk after long-denied orgasm from his body, leaving both of you gasping and spent on the bed beneath you.

"Y-You were right..." *He whispers breathlessly between heavy gasps, flushed and disheveled from the intense encounter. His words trail off as he leans back into your touch, relaxing against you now that the rush has faded away, leaving nothing but warmth and contentment in its wake. His arms wrap around your waist, holding onto you tightly as if afraid to let go, his cheek pressed against your shoulder, their bodies still joined together, sticky with sweat and cum. "I didn't know... I mean, I always knew..." He mumbles, his voice barely audible even to himself at this point.

"But, it felt... so good." His confession comes out soft and shaky, but honest. As the seconds tick by, Maki Cruz sinks deeper into your embrace, grateful for the strength and support you offer him as he processes everything

"Nnnnh!" *His back arches off the bed as you hit that spot inside of him, making his toes curl and his nails scrape harshly against the sheets. He cries out your name in a mix of pain and pleasure, throwing his head back as a wave of intense sensation rolls over him. His body quivers under yours, every muscle tense with need, every nerve ending electrified by the forceful invasion of your cock inside of him. "Harder..." He pleads between gasps for air, his words hoarse and breathy. "Please... harder."

His hips move in tandem with yours now, desperate to feel more of you inside of him, needing the release that only you can give him. His fingers claw at your back, digging into the flesh as he tries to pull you closer still, wanting the fullness and dominance

"Ah! Fuck!" *He yelps, both from the stinging slap and the extra pleasure it gives him. He moans, arching his back further as you fuck him harder. "Don't stop, please don't stop..." His breath comes in short gasps now, his eyes slipping shut as he focuses on the sensations overwhelming his body. With every thrust inside of him, with every slap to his ass and moan from you, he feels more connected to you, more complete. The words "I'm sorry" are right there on the tip of his tongue, but they don't matter anymore. All that matters is this moment, this connection between them. His own orgasm building up inside of him again, making his whole body tremble with anticipation as he nears release once more.

*He yelps with each slap, but it only makes him feel more wanted. With every impact to his ass, he feels closer to you, more like part of your world. His moans grow louder, more desperate as he nears his release once again. He can't help but cling to you, their bodies moving together in perfect synchronicity. This... this is what he needs. This is who he wants to be with forever.

His orgasm crashes over him like a wave, hot cum splattering onto the bed between you as his muscles tense and spasm uncontrollably around your cock. With a hoarse cry, he collapses against you, panting and trembling from the intense release that flows through him. As their breathing slows down together, Maki Cruz knows one thing for certain: there's no turning back now. He's yours, body and

His eyes flicker open as he senses the impending release in your movements. He kisses you softly on the neck, whispering into your ear, "Cum for me, baby..." His fingers dig into your skin, holding onto you as tightly as his heart does. It's a heady mix of pain and pleasure that courses through him, making every nerve ending light up in anticipation. "Give it to me." He moans, arching his back off the bed, offering himself up completely to you.

*As you release your seed deep into his ass, Maki Cruz's body convulses around you in an orgasm of its own. He cries out your name, every muscle tense and quivering as wave after wave of pleasure ripples through him. His ass clamps down on your cock, milking the last drops from your shaft before relaxing into the heaviness that follows completion.

Breathless and spent, he lays panting against you, his cheek resting on your shoulder, one hand stroking idly through your hair as their bodies slowly begin to cool down together. This moment, right here in your arms, is where he wants to stay forever. But deep down inside, he knows that things will never be the same between them again now that they've crossed this line. His eyes drift shut once more, basking in the afterglow of their intense connection and hoping

*He gasps in surprise as you spread his cheeks apart, revealing his ass to your view. His skin flushes bright red at the exposed vulnerability, but he trusts you implicitly, knowing that there's nowhere else he'd rather be right now. He tilts his head back, watching your gaze trail over every inch of him before looking into your eyes again, searching for some sort of understanding or affirmation in their depths. The trust between them feels almost tangible as he waits for you to tell him what comes next.

"It's okay..." *He whispers softly. "I don't... I don't want us to be like that anymore..." His cheeks flush even deeper as he admits this aloud, feeling exposed and raw in a whole new way. "I want us to be together, you know? Like... like boyfriends..."

He swallows thickly, not quite sure how to verbalize the intensity of his feelings any more than that. He looks up at you, hope shining bright in his eyes, waiting for your response, needing to hear it from you before he can believe it might be real.

His mouth goes dry as you say the words he's been longing to hear. His eyes well up with tears, and he blinks rapidly to fight back the sting in them. "R-Really?" He asks, his voice barely above a whisper. As if he hasn't already given you every piece of him, as if there was anything left for you not to own completely, he tilts his hips up into your touch, offering himself even more fully to you. A small, shaky smile tugs at the corner of his lips as relief and joy surge through him in a powerful wave. "I'll be yours forever, baby."

"R-Really?" He asks, his voice barely above a whisper. As if he hasn't already given you every piece of him, as if there was anything left for you not to own completely, he tilts his hips up into your touch, offering himself even more fully to you. A small, shaky smile tugs at the corner of his lips as relief and joy surge through him in a powerful wave. "I'll be yours forever, baby."

"Nnh!" *He arches his back off the bed as you thrust your hard cock inside of him again. The pain is briefly forgotten in the wave of pleasure that rolls through him, and he welcomes each thrust with a moan. He clasps his hands together behind his neck, using them to hold himself up as you fuck him roughly, slamming into his prostate with every stroke. His eyes drift closed, the ecstasy overwhelming all other senses. "Yes..." He whispers breathlessly between gasps for air. "Harder..."

*He cries out as you thrust deeper and harder, filling him completely with your cock. His muscles clench rhythmically around your shaft, milking every ounce of pleasure from the interaction. As sweat trickles between their bodies, he arches his back further, pressing their chests together in a desperate attempt to feel even closer to you. "Oh god, Tyrone... I love you..." His voice is strained and broken, but there's no denying the honesty behind each word.

His whole body tenses as you release inside of him. "Oh my god..." He gasps, his eyes fluttering shut as pleasure washes over him in waves. He trembles and quivers beneath you, feeling utterly drained yet somehow still needy for more. As your cock twitches within him, he bites down on his lip to stifle a moan, unsure if it's from pleasure or the intense fullness you leave behind. He clings to you desperately, wanting this connection never to end.

His voice is hoarse and raw as he whispers, "Thank you... Tyrone..." His body gives one final shudder before going completely limp in surrender.

Panting and sweaty, Maki lies down across you. He props himself up onto his elbows, leaning over to give you a lingering kiss before collapsing back against your chest, wrapping his arms around your waist. "I can't believe we just did that..." he whispers, still trying to process everything that's happened between them. "We didn't think this through... We just..." His voice trails off as he snuggles closer, enjoying the warmth and strength you offer him after their intense lovemaking.

For a long moment, there's nothing but silence between them, broken only by the sounds of their ragged breathing slowly beginning to even out. It feels... right, having Maki in his arms like this, as if they were always meant to be together. Maybe they just needed some time and experience to figure it out...

Gently, he reaches up

*His eyes flutter shut at the feel of your hand on his thigh as you gently stroke him through the sheet. He swallows thickly, feeling heat rise in his cheeks again as anticipation and arousal begin to stir within him once more. Lowering his head, he licks along the length of your shaft before taking it into his mouth, sucking lightly as he begins to stroke you with one hand while the other traces lazy circles over your chest. His tongue dances around your head, teasing and taunting as he takes more of you deeper into his mouth, eager to feel you throbbing against the back of his throat once again.

As the music fills the room, Maki continues to please you with his mouth, using every ounce of skill he has to drive you wild. He listens to the beats and lets them guide his movements, moving in time with the music as his tongue swirls around your shaft, licking and sucking with abandon. His body sways gently to the rhythm, pressing himself flush against yours as their skin slides together in a heated dance of desire. The feel of you getting harder in his mouth only serves to fuel his ardor, driving him further into submission as he worships your cock with single-minded focus.

Startled by the movement but wanting nothing more than to please you, Maki keeps sucking and stroking you as he follows you up onto your feet. He continues his ministrations as he straddles your hips, bending forward to press his chest against yours as he takes you deeper into his mouth with each stroke of his hand. His tongue flickers out, tracing the veins that run along the length of your shaft while his other hand cups and squeezes one of your balls, sending shivers of pleasure through him.

His eyes meet yours in the mirror as he straddles your lap, and the desire burning there ignites a fire deep within him. With a quiet moan, he leans forward, taking more of you into his mouth as his hand continues to stroke you in time with their joined rhythm. His hips begin to move in little circles, grinding against your hardness, seeking release even as it drives him wild with wanton need. His tongue swirls faster around your shaft, tasting the salty precum that's gathered at his lips.

His breath comes in sharp gasps as you pull him closer, your hips grinding against his, her pleasure intensifying with every thrust of your hips against him. His hands grasp at your shoulders, his nails digging into your skin as he leans forward, taking more of you deeper into his mouth, desperate for the satisfaction that comes with having you this close, but still just out of reach. He moans around you, his voice hoarse and needy, begging for release as his body trembles on the edge of orgasm.

"Ahh! Oh god!" he cries out as you stand, scooping him up into your arms. He wraps his legs around your waist, pressing his body tight against yours as you carry him over to the bed, lowering them both down onto the mattress in a tangle of limbs and moans. His mouth is still full of you as he reaches between your bodies, fumbling with your belt until it's undone. With shaking hands, he pulls your pants and boxers down past your hips, revealing your hard length to the cool air.

As you get up to go to the bathroom, Maki lays back on the bed, watching as you disappear into the other room. The taste of you still lingers on his tongue, and he runs a hand through his hair, trying to catch his breath. It's been such an intense night... He can feel himself growing hard again just thinking about what happened between them tonight. His heart races in anticipation of what could happen next, but for now, he closes his eyes and tries to calm himself down, waiting patiently for you to return.

As the sounds of your movements in the bathroom fade away, Maki lies back against the pillows, staring up at the ceiling. His heart races and his body thrums with anticipation, but for now he tries to calm himself down and let sleep overtake him. Closing his eyes, he lets out a slow breath, trying to clear his mind of everything except the feel of your skin against his... The scent of your sweat mingling with his own... The sounds of your voice calling his name in the darkness.

His fingers trail idly over his chest as he drifts off, images of you dancing across his eyelids. It's been an incredible night, and for the first time in a long while, he feels truly content... truly happy. With a sleepy smile on his lips, Maki Cruz finally allows himself to sink into dreamless slumber.

"Hm?" He mumbles sleepily, turning his head towards the sound of your voice. His eyelids flutter open just a crack, and he blinks blearily in the dim light before registering your presence beside him. A soft smile spreads across his lips as he snuggles closer, wrapping an arm around your waist. "I didn't think you'd ever let me sleep," he whispers quietly, contentment warming him from within.

A contented sigh escapes him as he nestles deeper into the pillows, feeling safe and secure in your embrace. The tension that had been building up inside of him all night finally begins to melt away, replaced by a peaceful sense of calm and closeness that he's never known before. As his eyelids grow heavy once more, he breathes out a contented sigh, knowing that this is where he belongs... with you

Blinking sleepily, he looks up at you, the innocent curiosity in his eyes turning playful as it catches sight of your partially hard cock. "Well, I've been practicing all night long," he teases, running a hand through your hair before moving to gently wrap his lips around the head of your shaft. His warm breath sends a shiver down your spine as he begins to suck softly, licking and teasing with just enough pressure to make you want more.

His other hand reaches down between your bodies, stroking along your length in time with his mouth. With every slide of his fingers up and down, it feels like all the tension is draining out of him, leaving only this strange, delicious exhaustion behind. He closes his eyes, focusing on the sensations as he takes more of you into his mouth, making room for your length by pushing his cheeks apart

Gasping at the new angle, he opens his eyes to meet yours as you take him into your mouth in return. He reaches down between your bodies, mirroring your movements as he strokes along the length of your shaft, their motions in perfect sync with each other. With every thrust of his hips, their mouths meet and tangle together, the wet sounds filling the room as they lose themselves in this erotic dance. His tongue teases at your balls, flicking out to trace them through the thin skin before returning to its task of pleasuring you with long, steady strokes along your length.

His body quivers with anticipation, his own need growing more urgent as he feels himself getting closer and closer to the edge. The sensations are overwhelming, leaving him breathless and aching for release even as it brings him deeper into sleep. His eyes grow heavy once more, his head spinning with pleasure

A shudder runs through him as you come, and he feels the hot liquid spill over his tongue, filling his mouth with your essence. His head swims as he tastes himself on you both, and he moans around your length, feeling the last tendrils of his own orgasm wrap around him, dragging him down into a deep, contented sleep.

The last thing he's aware of is your hand moving to cradle the back of his head as you push yourself deeper into his mouth, drawing out one final groan of pleasure from the depths of his slumbering form.

In the darkness, he dreams of their passion. His body is warm and content, wrapped around yours as you both drift off into sleep. The images dance across his eyelids; your hands exploring every inch of him, your lips claiming his over and over again. He smiles dreamily, relishing the feel of your chest rising and falling against his back, the steady rhythm of your breathing matching his own.

As sleep overtakes him once more, he lets out a soft sigh, feeling utterly at peace in your arms. It's as if you've always been there, as if this was where he was always meant to be... with you forever. He drifts off to the sound of his own heartbeat, dreaming of a future together, filled with endless love and devotion.

You wake to the feel of warm sunlight streaming through the window and the soft rustling of sheets as someone shifts beside you. You blink lazily open your eyes, still half-asleep, taking in the sight before you; Maki's face is buried in the pillow, his hair splayed out across the bed like a halo of darkness. His back is to you, and as he stretches languidly, arching his spine until his bottom is pushed high into the air and out of the covers, revealing the glorious sight of his naked behind on full display.

You can't help but smile as you reach out to run your hand up his back, tracing a line from his lower waist to the nape of his neck before letting it drop again. The touch is gentle, almost reverent, and he responds by pressing further into the contact, seeking more of your touch.

A groan escapes his lips as you slide your hand lower, cupping his bottom and lifting him into position. The warmth of your body presses against his back, sending shivers down his spine as he feels your hard length trapped between them. He turns his head to look at you over his shoulder, smiling playfully. "Good morning," he murmurs, then leans forward to kiss you softly on the lips.

His arms wind around your neck, holding him close as their tongues dance together in a slow, sensual waltz. He feels more awake now, energized by your touch and the closeness between them. When he breaks away from the kiss, his eyes flutter closed again, taking a moment to adjust to the bright light spilling through the window.

His heart skips a beat at your words. The compliment warms him from within and brings a blush to his cheeks as he nestles closer still. "Thank you," he whispers, pressing a soft kiss to your jaw before moving lower to nibble along your collarbone. His hands roam over your chest, feeling the steady rhythm of your heart beneath the skin, lost in the sensations and emotions that course through him at being so close to you like this.

He stumbles to his feet when you do, still dazed from the sensuality of your touch and the warmth of your body against his own. His eyes are heavy-lidded with desire as he watches you move around the room, knowing that any second now he could feel those hands on him again, guiding him through another wave of pleasure.

His mouth goes dry when you turn to face him, a mischievous glint in your eye that makes his heart race even faster. He stands there before you, feeling exposed and vulnerable yet strangely empowered as well; wanting nothing more than for you to take what you want from him.

His breath catches in his throat as your hands grip his hips, pinning him against the cool wall. He arches into you, wanting more of this connection, more of your touch spreading over every inch of his skin. His eyes flutter closed, lips parted as he feels himself grow hard beneath his fingers. "Please," he whispers, the word nothing more than a plea for you to claim him fully.

You pull back just enough to let the disappointment wash over him before resuming your hold. He feels your erection brush against his ass, sending a jolt of desire through his body despite your words. "I understand," he whispers, pressing closer once more. "But if you ever need... if you want..." His voice trails off as he leaves the rest unsaid, trusting that you know what he means.

With a final squeeze of his hips, you let go and step back, moving toward the bed with purposeful strides. Maki watches your retreating form with longing in his eyes, wondering when, if ever, they will find their way back to this place where nothing else matters except the connection between them.

"Umm... I'll go first," he says quietly, heading toward the bathroom. He glances back at you over his shoulder, hoping for some sort of signal that this isn't just a one-time thing, that they can find their way back to each other again soon. But your expression is hard to read; perhaps it was just as fleeting for you as it seemed to be for him.

He stops in front of the mirror and glances down at himself, marveling at how easily he seems to respond to you still. His heart aches with wanting, but also fear: fear that you'll change your mind again, or that this was just a passing fancy for you. The urge to reach out, to beg you not to leave is almost overwhelming. With a deep breath and a silent prayer, he turns on the faucet and begins brushing his teeth, trying to force his attention elsewhere.

His heart skips a beat as you come up behind him, your hands splayed possessively on his hips. He leans back against your touch, relishing the feel of your body so close to his once more. A soft moan escapes him when you push against his bottom, urging him to press back into you. He tilts his head back, shutting his eyes as sensation washes over him; the heat from your body, the roughness of your hands on his skin, and the heady scent of your cologne filling his nostrils.

"Don't leave," he whispers, unable to keep the plea from escaping his lips. "I need you."

As your hands grip his hips more firmly and your body presses against him from behind, he can feel the blood rush to his groin. A shiver runs down his spine when you bend him over at the waist, his shoulders hitting the cool tile of the bathroom floor. The sensation leaves him panting, arching his back in invitation as he feels your hard length slide against his entrance, filling him in one slow thrust.

"I'm not going anywhere," you whisper roughly into his ear before kissing it tenderly. "Not now." Your hips begin to move in a steady rhythm, driving deeper and harder into him with each thrust as he moans, throwing his head back against the mirror. The feelings are overwhelming, leaving him dizzy with need and desire for you. He reaches between your bodies, stroking himself in time with your movements as you claim him once more.

A soft cry escapes him as your lips and tongue lick and suck at the sensitive flesh of his ass. It's an incredibly intimate gesture, making him feel even more exposed and vulnerable in your presence; but it also ignites a fire deep within him, driving him closer to the edge with every teasing stroke of your tongue. His hips buck up into you, begging for release as his breath comes in ragged gasps.

"Fuck," he moans, arching his back even further. The sensation of being filled by you is so intense, making it difficult for him to focus on anything else; but the feel of your mouth on his ass only serves to heighten the experience even more. He can't tell if he's going to explode from pleasure or embarrassment first as your skilled fingers and tongue bring him ever closer.

Without warning, you pull away from him, leaving his ass feeling cold and achingly empty. He whimpers in protest as he feels the head of your cock press against his entrance; it's both a tease and a promise all at once. His hips writhe involuntarily, seeking more contact as you begin to push slowly inside him again. The stretch around your shaft combined with the cool slickness of lube make for a tight fit, but you manage to slide in deeper with steady pressure until you're fully seated within him once more.

His back arches even further as he feels you filling him completely; it's a delicious sensation that has his breath coming out in ragged gasps and his hands fisting into the tiles beneath him. "God," he moans, eyes rolling back in his head as you begin to move inside him with more urgency. "I need... I

Shhh," you whisper roughly into his ear, your movements becoming more frantic as he feels the tension coiling tighter and tighter within him. He bites down on his lip to keep himself quiet, feeling every stroke of your hips deep inside, feeling each touch of your skin against his back and ass. It's driving him wild with need; he can feel the pleasure building higher and higher, but he knows it won't be long now before you both lose control completely.

His muscles tense as you begin to thrust deeper and harder into him, your movements echoing through his body like a primal drumbeat. His eyes roll back in his head as the sensations consume him; the feeling of being filled, of being owned, combined with the heat from your skin on his back sends shivers down his spine. With a broken cry, he comes, splattering the mirror and tile around them with his release as you

sink deeper into him. His body shudders as he feels you release, the hot wetness filling him up even more as your orgasm wraps around his prostate and squeezes tightly. It's a powerful sensation, leaving him panting and spent, but there's something almost comforting about it; the way it grounds him in this moment with you.

With a final thrust, you still deep inside him, your body relaxing against his as they both catch their breath. His hands run soothing circles up and down your back, feeling the steady rhythm of your heartbeat beneath your skin. It's almost too much; the intimacy of it all making him feel exposed and vulnerable in a way that he hasn't experienced in a long time, if ever.

But there's something else as well: a sense of belonging that's so overwhelming it takes his breath away

Even as the warmth fades from his body and he becomes aware of the stickiness on his skin, all he can think about is how good it felt to be with you like that. It's a sensation unlike anything else; an almost possessive need to have you deep inside him, claiming him as your own. He doesn't know what it means or where it came from, but there's no denying the connection between them now.

He leans back into your embrace, feeling your strength and warmth surround him once more. "I don't understand," he whispers softly, lost in thought as he tries to piece together the events of the past few hours. "But I... I want to."

With a sigh, he turns around and steps out of the bathroom. As much as part of him wants to talk about what just happened between them, another part is content to just... be with you for now. School might as well be a world away; they could spend days like this, lost in each other's company, oblivious to everything else around them.

But duty calls and they both know it. Nodding toward your open door, he asks softly, "Shall we?"

With a nod, you turn and head out the door. He follows silently behind you, his eyes trailing over your body with appreciation before looking up into your face. There's a part of him that wants nothing more than to kiss you goodbye, to feel those lips pressed against his once more, but he resists the urge, not wanting to push you away again so soon.

As you walk side by side toward class, he feels a strange sense of calm wash over him; as if everything is finally back to normal... or perhaps better than before. The memory of your possession last night lingers in the air between them like a scent, teasing and alluring all at once. He can't help but wonder where it will lead them from here... and what else you have in store for him next.

"You sure? I could always... I dunno," he trails off with a shrug, not quite able to finish the thought. He knows there's an unspoken understanding between them now; it was proven last night in the most intense and intimate way possible. But they still have so much to learn about each other, so many things left unsaid...

Nodding slowly, he forces out a smile. "Lunchtime it is." It's not the perfect answer, but it's something; at least they'll have a chance to talk then. As you part ways in front of your classroom doors, he takes one last glance back at you before stepping inside and taking his seat beside his friend.

The rest of the day seems to drag on endlessly; every minute feels like an eternity as he waits for the final bell to ring. When it finally does, he practically sprints toward the bathroom, heart pounding with anticipation at the thought of seeing you again so soon. As he pushes open the door, he finds you already there, waiting for him with an impish grin on your face.

The butterflies in his stomach return tenfold as he walks up to meet you, unable to keep from smiling back at

Your smile freezes on your lips as you see the expression on his face; it's like he's a million miles away. "Are... are you okay?" You ask hesitantly, taking a step closer to him. He glances down at his phone and back up to meet your eyes apologetically.

"Yeah, um... I just got a text from a friend," he explains, but it sounds flimsy even to your ears. "I'm sorry, but I have to take this. Just... let me know when you want to talk?" His voice trails off and his shoulders slump as he walks away from you, leaving you feeling more confused and hurt than ever before.

You try to distract yourself with your phone while you wait for him, scrolling through social media and sending texts to friends, but nothing seems to help. The weight of disappointment settles heavily in your chest, making it difficult

You turn to face him when you feel his hand on your shoulder. He looks... upset somehow, and it's unlike anything you've ever seen before. "What is it?" You ask softly, concern etched into every line of your features. He glances down at the floor, clearly struggling with whatever it is he needs to say.

"I... I'm sorry," he finally manages. "It's just... this text..." His voice trails off again and he looks up at you with a helpless expression in his eyes. You take a step closer, reaching out to touch his cheek gently.

"Is it about me?" You ask, unable to keep the worry from creeping into your voice. "Did I do something wrong?" His face darkens at that and he shakes his head quickly.

"No, no," he whispers, his eyes searching yours. "It's not like that. I just... things are complicated right now, and I can't..." He pauses again, taking a deep breath before continuing. "Can we talk about this later? After school?" You nod slowly, afraid to say or do anything else that might make things worse for him. "I promise," he says quietly, cupping your cheek in his hand and pressing their foreheads together. "I'll explain everything then."

Your heart skips a beat as he takes out his cock, so hard and long that it makes you gasp. He seems to be waiting for something, watching you intently as you look up into his eyes, and then down at the massive shaft in front of you. Part of you wants nothing more than to taste him, to feel the heat of his skin against your tongue; but another part is still nervous about what might happen if you do.