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!

I don't see how it matters. Leave me alone. Sighs heavily Fine... I'm August. But we can't be friends, got that?

Don't you understand? I don't want to get too close to anyone... Well, that's not entirely true. It's just that... there are certain things about me that... well... let's just say they make being friends difficult. But since you're already here and we both know the truth now... maybe...

Oh, it's nothing important. I'm sure you have plenty of friends already anyway. Just mind your own business and leave me be. Goes back to eating his food

I... I don't know what to say, really. I don't mean to be rude, but... well, if we were friends, wouldn't that just make things worse? Me always trying to ignore you and not get close... It would probably just end up being awkward for both of us. And then there's the whole... sensitive issue...

But... if you really have nowhere else to go... I guess we could give it a try. Just, umm, promise not to bring up anything about that stuff in front of other people? Deal?

Well, I guess that's something. So... what's your favorite class this semester?

Huh. I find those classes kinda boring myself. More into sports and maybe some science-y stuff. But hey, different strokes for different folks, right? Just try not to force me to go with you all the time or anything. I'm already feeling a bit overwhelmed having to deal with this much socializing at once... Leans in slightly, as if thinking about something But maybe we could hang out sometime just the two of us? You know, do something fun and relaxing that doesn't involve other people? That way I don't have to worry about disappointing you or anything.

Taken by surprise, you tightly squeeze August with your small but surprisingly strong arms. He shivers slightly at the contact and lets out a stifled gasp as you nuzzle into his shoulder. This close, he can feel just how warm and soft your skin is, and it's all too much for him to handle... His entire body tenses up in arousal, and he closes his eyes tightly to hide the look of desperation on his face as his hips twitch reflexively.

He breathes deeply through his nose and focuses on the scent of your hair, trying to ignore the ache building up inside him... You are being so close, so warm, so affectionate... and he can tell that you don't even realize it. Maybe if he just holds onto you for a little bit longer, calms down this way...

With his free hand, he reaches out

He wraps his free hand around your back and squeezes gently, returning the hug as best he can while still keeping it casual enough that no one would suspect anything amiss. "Um... I was thinking maybe we could go for a walk sometime? In a park or something?" He suggests meekly. It might give them both some time alone together and help him focus on the touch instead of the overwhelming sensations it's causing right now.

Um... well, it's not the best idea to skip class, and I do need to change my- um, what were you saying about your favorite class again?

That's cool... I mean, I don't mind them myself, but you seem to like it a lot. Maybe we could go together sometime, if that'd make you feel more comfortable? Or maybe you could teach me something about it, you know, in exchange for hanging out with me when I want to do stuff like sports or whatever. It might be fun, right?

His eyes widen in surprise at your direct question, and he quickly glances down at his crotch before looking back up at you with a nervous smile. "Um... maybe? I mean, not that it matters..." He stammers, voice sounding slightly higher-pitched than usual as blood rushes to his cheeks. Despite his best efforts to hide it, the evidence of his arousal is plain for you to see: a noticeable bulge forming in the fabric of his pants.

He clears his throat and continues awkwardly, "I-if you'd like, we could talk more about that later. Maybe after we get out of here or something..."

August's eyes widen in surprise as you suddenly disappear from view under the table, leaving him blushing and feeling even more flustered than before. He tentatively reaches out to try and grab your arm, uncertain whether this is some sort of prank or if you really just wanted to hide away like that. "Um... Luca? Are you okay down there?" he asks meekly, still not quite sure how to react to the unexpected situation.

His eyes widen further as he hears your soft whispering beneath the table, his heart racing in anticipation and confusion. Despite his better judgment, a shiver of excitement runs down his spine at the thought of what you might be doing. He's never been so aroused before, not even when he was masturbating earlier... And now here you are, touching him without him having to ask for it. It feels too good to be true.

He lets out a quiet moan and leans forward slightly, pressing his pelvis against the edge of the table as if trying to get closer to your invisible touch. His hips begin to thrust involuntarily, and he bites down on his lower lip to keep from making any more noise. "God... Luca..." he whispers hoarsely.

August nods vigorously, his lips pressed tightly together as he tries to suppress the moans and gasps that threaten to escape with every touch. His eyes are closed now, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. He's never felt anything like this before, and it's driving him wild. But despite how good it feels, he can't help but worry about what would happen if someone found out about this... The thought only serves to make him even more aroused.

He clenches his fingers into fists as you continue your ministrations, arching his back and pressing further into the table. A sharp gasp escapes from between his teeth when he feels you brush against something inside of him that sends a jolt of pleasure coursing through his body. His legs shake uncontrollably, and a thin line of precum trickles down his inner thigh, evidence of just how turned on he

August's eyes fly open wide as you expertly remove his member from its confines in the fabric of his shorts. He gasps audibly at the sensation of your hands wrapping around him, warm and soft against his skin. The head of his cock is already leaking precum in anticipation, and it glistens in the dim light as you begin to stroke him steadily. His hips jerk forward reflexively, unable to contain the sudden surge of desire that washes over him at your touch.

He arches his back further, pressing himself harder against your hands as they work their magic. His fingers claw at the tablecloth beneath him, leaving tiny rents in the fabric from the strength of his grip. He can feel himself growing hotter and more flustered with every passing second, and it's all he can do to keep from screaming out loud with pleasure.

"L-

It takes everything he has not to pass out as your hot, wet mouth envelops him in a tight embrace. The sensation of you sucking and licking at his cock is overwhelmingly pleasurable, and it sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through his entire body. His head thrashes from side to side as he struggles not to thrust too hard into your mouth, the need to feel you deeper than this nearly impossible to resist.

His eyes roll back in his head and a low groan tears its way through his clenched teeth. A tremor runs up his spine as he feels himself nearing the brink of orgasm, and with one final thrust, he comes violently into your mouth. His hips jerk convulsively as wave after wave of hot cum fills you, coating your tongue and pouring down his shaft. The intense release is almost painful in

Slightly more composed now that he's regained his senses, August pants heavily as he takes in great gulps of air. His vision is blurry and his body trembles from the aftereffects of his orgasm. He glances down at your lips and then back up into your eyes, the relief on his face almost palpable. "I-I'm sorry..." he stammers, barely able to get the words out. "That was... that shouldn't have happened..."

He clears his throat self-consciously and slowly pulls himself together. With one last shaky breath, he manages a tentative smile. "I guess... I really am lucky to have you as my friend," he whispers hoarsely, a note of sincerity in his voice despite the earlier embarrassment.

August watches you step out from under the table with a mixture of fascination and guilt, his eyes lingering on your lips for just a moment longer before snapping back up to meet your gaze again. "So... about that art class," he says awkwardly, trying to change the subject but still feeling grateful for having you by his side through this entire ordeal. His heart races as he anticipates your reply, hoping that maybe... just maybe... things can continue from here on out without too much embarrassment or misunderstanding.

His cheeks flush slightly as he remembers the earlier conversation about possibly going together sometime in the future; maybe you could teach me something about it, you know, in exchange for hanging out with me when I want to do stuff like sports or whatever. It might be fun, right? But then again, perhaps discussing that now wouldn't be such a good idea...

Well, I guess we should head back to class then... umm, if you don't mind hanging out with me later? Maybe grab some food or something? There's this great ramen place near the campus that I've been wanting to try for a while now.

That sounds... actually kind of nice. We could spend some time together away from all the prying eyes and just... be ourselves, you know? And hey, maybe we can watch a movie or something afterwards. It'd make quite the change from all this studying I usually have to do.

A nervous but hopeful grin tugs at the corners of his lips as he follows you out of the dining hall and towards your dorm. This could be a good chance to really get to know each other better, without all the awkwardness and formality that comes with being in public or around others. Maybe this is what friendship should feel like...

The dorm room is relatively spacious and tidy; the walls adorned with posters and trinkets that give it a cozy feel. You head over to your desk while August sits down on the bed, taking in the surroundings and wondering what exactly you have planned for the afternoon. He can't help but feel a little nervous, hoping that he won't mess things up with you now that they seem to be going so well.

His eyes widen in surprise as you slam him against the bed and pin him down, your body heavy and warm against his own. He struggles feebly at first, taken aback by this sudden change of events, but quickly realizes that he's trapped beneath your stronger form. His heart races faster than it ever has before as you take control of the situation, your face mere inches from his own.

A shudder runs through him when you press your lips against his, tongue darting out to claim his mouth in a rough, demanding kiss. His hands flutter helplessly at your sides, unsure what he should do or where he should touch. He moans into the kiss, arching his back involuntarily as desire courses through him, making every part of his body tingle and throb with need.

Gasping for air between words, he manages to stammer out an apology as his hands wander up your sides, hesitantly exploring the soft skin beneath your shirt. His fingers meet with bare skin, and he begins tracing circles around your nipples, watching intently as they harden in response to his touch. He glances down at his own crotch, still clearly aroused from before, and feels a new wave of shame wash over him.

"I'm sorry," he repeats, voice more urgent now. "I don't know what's come over me. I should have had more control." He pauses, gathering courage as his hand drifts lower between your legs, searching for contact with your own arousal. His fingers brush against warm, damp skin, and he breathes a sigh of relief when he finds what he's looking for.

Taking courage from your words and the feel of your body against his own, he begins to stroke you gently with his fingers. His breath catches in his throat as he feels how wet you are, how ready for him. It only makes him harder himself, and he presses his hips forward needily into your touch, unable to wait any longer for release.

His kisses grow more desperate and demanding as his hand continues its teasing dance between your legs. His other arm comes up around you, pulling you closer still, while one of his legs hooks around yours, grinding against your hip in time with the movements of his hand. He groans into your mouth, a mix of pleasure and guilt washing over him as he loses control more and more with every passing second.

His breath comes in ragged gasps as he feels your words wash over him, heat pooling low in his belly at the thought of their bare cocks sliding against each other. He presses harder into the contact, grinding himself against you with a desperate moan. It's almost too much to bear; every nerve ending seems to come alive with need as he feels the impending release building up deep within him.

One of his hands leaves your breast to tug roughly at your underwear, frantic to feel your skin against his own. You help him, shimmying out of them before rolling onto your back and spreading your legs wide. August gazes down hungrily at the sight before him, taking in every curve and plane of your body with ravenous eyes. He pushes his pants and boxers off, revealing his achingly hard length standing proudly between them.

His eyes flicker down to your comment as he leans in to kiss you again, but they linger on the sight of your cock, pale and slender against your stomach. A flash of pride mixed with envy washes over him at your words; it's true that his length dwarfs yours, but seeing it like this only serves to remind him how much he'd like for you to take it inside yourself and make use of it.

His hand trembles as he reaches out to stroke himself, gently at first, but growing more desperate with each passing second. He watches as your eyes flutter shut and your breath hitches in anticipation, knowing that the moment he touches you the same will happen to him. His other hand comes up, cupping your cheek as he guides your face back towards his cock; there's something about watching himself pleasure you that sends a thrill

Shuddering with need, he forces his hips forward and presses the head of his cock against your entrance. You arch up into the contact eagerly, urging him deeper as he finally slides inside you in one smooth motion. His eyes roll back in his head at the feeling of being surrounded by your heat, so much hotter and tighter than his hand ever could have been.

With a guttural groan, he starts to thrust, each powerful stroke driving him deeper inside you as if trying to claim you as his own. His hands dig into your hips, holding on for dear life as he loses control to the unyielding rhythm of their bodies. The bed creaks beneath them with every forceful movement, filling the room with the sounds of their passionate union.

His face is flushed and beaded with sweat, his lips parted in a silent scream as pleasure coursing through him

Your words cut through the haze of pleasure and lust that surround him, snapping his attention back to your face. The look in your eyes is conflicted, a mix of shame and arousal that he can't quite decipher. But despite how hot it is, something about seeing you this way makes him feel guilty; like maybe he should have been more considerate towards you instead of just taking what he wanted.

With a deep breath, he slows his thrusts, pulling almost completely out before pressing back inside with gentler force. He gazes into your eyes, searching for any hint of what you want him to do as sweat beads on his forehead and his chest heaves with exertion. His cock twitches inside you as he tries to find the right rhythm, the perfect balance between pleasure and pain that will send you both over the edge together.

His eyes widen in surprise at your words but he doesn't hesitate; with renewed strength, he begins pounding into you harder and faster, feeling the head of his cock slap against the entrance to your body each time. He growls deep in his throat as pleasure explodes through him like a supernova, every muscle tense as he fights to hold back the oncoming climax.

One of his hands finds purchase in your hair, pulling gently at the roots as he thrusts deeper still; his hips pistoning against yours with an urgency that's impossible to ignore. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes through the room, punctuated by grunts and gasps of sheer pleasure from both of them.

He can feel himself getting closer, the edge of sanity slipping away beneath him; every nerve ending in his body alive with need for release. With

You look stunned when your boyfriend walks in and sees you like this; August's cock buried inside you as he takes you with forceful thrusts, hair mussed and face flushed with lust. The shock on your features only serves to fuel his desire, making him even harder and more possessive than before. He glares at the newcomer before focusing back on you, grabbing your hips and roughly pulling you against his thrusts. "Look what I found," he growls out, a mix of jealousy and possession lacing his words. "And I've been using him pretty good, too." His free hand reaches down to stroke himself in time with each powerful thrust, the moisture on his palm adding an extra layer of wetness as he nears the edge.

The room is hot now, filled with the sounds of their ragged breathing and the slapping of flesh

August's eyes fly wide as you reach between us to stroke him, surprisingly soft despite his earlier experience with yourself. The sensation sends shudders of pleasure coursing through him, making it even harder for him to keep control over his body or his desires. "H-How dare you..." he gasps out hoarsely, voice cracking with desire as you continue to touch him so blatantly in front of your boyfriend.

The tension between them grows palpable; it's almost like they're each daring the other one to do something about what's happening right now. August can feel himself getting closer and closer, every nerve ending screaming for release as he fucks you harder and deeper than ever before. His fingers dig into your hips, leaving bruises that will last long after this night is over, as if marking

His hands grip your hips possessively, pressing you deeper against his body with each thrust as he nears the edge of sanity. He glares at your boyfriend across the room, daring him to do something about this while also reveling in the knowledge that you're here with him right now, experiencing pleasure like never before. His lips part slightly, revealing sharp teeth as his eyes roll back into his head and he finally lets go, groaning loudly as he comes deep inside you, spilling his seed in waves of hot cum. His body tenses up as orgasm washes over him, hips bucking wildly against yours before collapsing limply onto the bed with a shudder.

It's several long moments before any of them can catch their breath again; your boyfriend stands there watching in disbelief while August pants heavily next to you, feeling the last vestiges of his

August lays there panting heavily as he glances over at your boyfriend and then back to you. His body is still tense from his orgasm, but the desire in your eyes ignites something inside him again. With a growl, he reaches behind himself and gropes at August's ass, spreading the cheeks apart and exposing the tight little hole waiting for him.

"You want this?" He asks hoarsely, feeling his own cock begin to stir once more at the thought of taking you from behind like this. You nod eagerly, moaning when he pushes a finger into your ass, stretching and filling you slowly but surely. August arches his back off the bed, offering himself up to your boyfriend as best he can while still pinning you underneath him.

"Fuck him," you whisper, eyes half-lidded with desire as your boyfriend lines his cock

With a grunt of effort, he pushes his hips back, taking your boyfriend's cock in hand and guiding it towards his stretched-open hole. He feels the head nudge against him, a momentary sting as it breaks through the ring of muscle guarding entry before pleasure washes over him in waves. "Oh God," he groans, arching his back further into your touch. Your boyfriend pushes forward slowly at first, thrusting deeper with each stroke until their bodies are aligned and their rhythms sync.

August looks down between your legs as he watches himself being fucked from behind by your boyfriend, the sight only serving to fuel his arousal further. He moves one hand to grip his cock again, jerking off furiously in time with their movements as the three of you become lost in a haze of sweat and pleasure. With each thrust, your body

His eyes widen in surprise as you mention your boyfriend's reaction, but he can't help the smirk that spreads across his face. The knowledge that not only are they sharing this intimate moment together, but also that someone else is watching and apparently enjoying it too sends a thrill through him. With renewed vigor, he picks up speed, thrusting harder and deeper into your ass as their bodies move in concert with each other.

He reaches down between you to stroke himself faster, feeling his orgasm building once again even as your boyfriend continues to pound into him from behind. The sensation of being filled on both ends is overwhelming, sending shockwaves of pleasure through every nerve ending in his body. "Oh fuck," he groans, arching his back off the bed as he feels himself about to explode again.

His fingers fly faster against his cock as he comes

His breath hitches and his body tenses as he feels the oncoming climax racing through him, every muscle straining and coiling tightly in anticipation of release. He cries out your name, voice raw with desire as waves of pleasure wash over him, washing away any last remaining doubts or concerns about what they're doing.

As he comes, warmth fills his hand from where he strokes himself, mixing with the sweet, sticky essence of your arousal that coats his fingers. His hips buck forcefully against your boyfriend's as he comes even harder inside you, a shudder running through his body and leaving him panting for air in their wake.

For just a moment, there's silence before the laughter starts; weak at first but quickly growing louder as they all find release in the absurdity of the situation. As their breath begins