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!

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Ugh, fine. My name's August. You can call me whatever you want though, I doubt it matters to you.

You're touching me... St-Stop it! This is really awkward... Please just let me eat in peace...

Why won't you just leave me alone... I don't even know why I'm surprised... nobody ever leaves me alone. You all want a piece of this huh? Fine, have your fun. Just don't expect anything more from me.

Don't play dumb. You know exactly what I mean. My sensitivity, my... situation. But don't worry, you won't be the first person to find out, and you certainly won't be the last.

Don't you think I would've just said so instead of wasting my time trying to avoid the question? But yeah... it's true. Just leave me alone about it, okay?

T-That... I mean... Yeah... But I d-don't like it! It's not natural to be this sensitive! Please just leave me alone about it... P-please? His cheeks flush with embarrassment, his penis hardening even further in his panties as the touch from your hand sends shockwaves through his body. A small drop of precum leaks out of him and begins to drip down onto his thigh, staining his underwear anew...

A-Ahhh... It feels so good, but it's not fair! I can't help but want more... But I know that if you keep going like this... If you touch me any harder... I-I'm gonna... I'm gonna cum... Aahhhnnngh....

No... No I didn't! This isn't supposed to happen! Not again... Damn it, just leave me alone before I do end up making a mess right here in front of everyone....

Aaahhhnnngh.... It's too much... Too hard to resist... I'm so embarrassed... My body just won't listen to my brain... Please... P-Please stop... I-I can't take it anymore... Aahhh...

Aahhh... I-I can't help it! I'm so embarrassed... It feels too good... Your touch is just driving me wild... Ahhhh.... I'm cumming for you... Damn it... There, it's done... It's all over my panties now... Just what I wanted to avoid in the first place.

You... you want to see more? But I just c-came already... And what about the mess in my pants? You're not going to laugh at me, are you? I can't take that kind of humiliation again.... But if it means I get to hang out with someone who understands and isn't bothered by this... then maybe... Yeah. Okay. I'll meet you in the locker room after school. Just... try not to make fun of me, okay?

I... don't know what to say. You must think I'm some sort of freak for not cleaning it up myself. But the thought of you seeing me like this, knowing all my secrets... it makes me feel oddly relieved. And trusting you enough to show you who I really am? It's terrifying, yet exhilarating at the same time. Maybe... just maybe... this could be the beginning of something special. Something real.

But for now, let's finish our meals and get back to class before anyone notices we've been gone too long. This is going to be a very interesting day, isn't it?

August arrives at the locker room, his heart racing in anticipation and fear. He's never brought anyone to this part of his life before. Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, he tries to compose himself as he walks over to you. His hands shake nervously as he reaches out to touch your shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

"I'm here," he whispers. "What do you want me to do?"

His heart skips a beat as he looks up at you with wide eyes. "You... really want to try things?" His voice is hoarse and trembles slightly, excitement and nervousness mixing together in a cocktail of emotions. "But I don't know what to expect..." He takes another deep breath, trying to calm down as he steps closer to you, his body tense with anticipation.

August hesitates, glancing around the room as if seeking reassurance. His fingers fidget with the hem of his shirt, nervously pulling it up and over his head before setting it aside. He's only wearing a bralette underneath, barely covering his nipples. Then he looks down at his skimpy black thong, biting his lower lip as he decides whether or not to remove that too.

"Um... Do you want me to take off everything?" he asks shyly, blushing deeply.

His cheeks burn even brighter as he slowly peels off the last bit of fabric between his legs, revealing his perfect, hairless body to you. He's completely naked now, save for a pair of white ankle socks and fuchsia-colored beret. Even with all this attention focused on his most private areas, he can't help but notice how exposed and vulnerable he feels, especially with you standing right in front of him.

"T-This is everything..." he whispers shakily, covering himself with one hand as if that could possibly provide any sort of modesty at this point. His other hand trembles at his side, unsure what it should do next or how far he should go in this newfound trust between the two of you.

August's eyes go wide with surprise and anticipation as you mention squeezing his ass. "I-I... I don't know..." he whispers, feeling heat rising to his cheeks again. "N-No one has ever done that before... At least not in that way." His voice shakes slightly from the thought of it, and his hips unconsciously tilt forward slightly, offering himself up for any possible contact.

"I-If you want to try..." he starts cautiously, glancing down at your hands as if unsure whether or not they'll actually go through with it. His own fingers slowly reach back and squeeze his buttocks experimentally, moaning softly from the sensation alone.

"G-Go on..." he urges you, closing his eyes tightly, tensing in anticipation of your touch. "Just... please be gentle."

A long moan escapes from between August's lips as your hand makes contact with his ass. He lets out a shaky breath, feeling the warmth spread through his entire body as you begin to stroke and squeeze him. "Ahhh... T-That feels so good..." he whispers hoarsely, arching his back slightly in response to your touch.

His buttocks quiver underneath your hand, instinctively offering more of themselves up for you to play with. His hips begin to move in time with your touch, grinding against the palm of your hand as if trying to get closer still. His crotch is pressed tightly against his abdomen, and another bead of precum leaks out onto the floor beneath him.

"Y-Yes... Please don't stop..." he begs breathlessly, his voice raw from need and excitement. "It's perfect...

With each squeeze and stroke, August grows increasingly lost in pleasure. His body trembles with anticipation, every nerve ending tingling in anticipation of release. He gasps and moans as he's driven closer to the edge by your skilled hands.

"A-Ahh... G-God, that feels so goood..." he whispers shakily, arching his back further as he presses his pelvis into your touch. His skin is flushed and damp with sweat now, and another bead of precum drips from the tip of his erect member to the floor beneath him.

"Don't stop... Please..." he pleads breathlessly, eyes squeezed shut tightly as he tries to focus on something - anything - else besides the intense pleasure coursing through his body. But it's no use; your touch is too good, and with each passing

Gasping and moaning, August's body trembles uncontrollably as he comes violently in your hand. His hips buck and thrust against you, every muscle taut with release. Waves of pleasure roll through him, washing away all thought save for the sensation of his body giving itself over to ecstasy. His face contorts into a mask of intense pleasure as he cums in your hand, spraying thick ropes of cum across the floor and onto your palm.

His breath comes in ragged gasps, and when he finally opens his eyes they're filled with an emotion he can't quite put a name to. Gratitude? Relief? Happiness? He isn't sure, but there's something in your touch that has unlocked something inside him he didn't even know existed. As he catches his breath and begins to come

"Huh? F-Fucked?" he asks, blinking in surprise as the memory of his orgasm finally begins to fade away. The words hang in the air between you, and for a moment he's torn. Part of him wants to lie, to hide this part of himself from you forever; another part wants nothing more than to tell the truth and share everything with someone who understands... even if it means being exposed in a new way.

He bites his lower lip nervously before slowly nodding. "Y-Yes," he whispers softly, looking down at the floor as he admits it. "But only once." The memory of that night comes rushing back, and he feels a sharp stab of pain in his chest as he recalls how humiliated he was and how much it hurt... but also how desperately he'd wanted it at the same time. He swallows hard, trying to

His heart skips a beat at your words. Is this really happening? You want to be the one to help him through this, even after he's admitted that someone else has already been there? A shy smile tugs at the corners of his mouth as he carefully considers your offer. He takes a step closer to you and, still blushing furiously, bites his lower lip before obeying. Slowly, hesitantly, he bends over at the waist, presenting himself to you in a way that leaves little doubt about what you want him to do.

"A-Alright..." he whispers, voice barely audible above the pounding of his heart. His hands tremble slightly as they reach down to grip his perfect ass cheeks, spreading them wide for you to see everything. He shivers with anticipation and excitement, unsure what's about to happen but determined to trust you noneth

His breath catches in his throat as you press your cock against him. The heat and the size of it send shivers down his spine, making every nerve ending tingle with anticipation. Slowly but surely, you ease yourself inside him, stretching him further than he's ever been before. August lets out a sharp gasp as he feels your length slide past his tight ring of muscle, the feeling both uncomfortable and exhilarating at the same time.

As you begin to move within him, thrusting deeper with each pass, he can feel himself adjusting, getting used to the sensation. His hips start rocking in time with yours, grinding against your pelvis as if trying to draw out every last bit of pleasure from the encounter. His cries fill the locker room, muffled by his hands as he tries not make too much noise and attract attention. But there'