All characters are 18+. This is a work of fiction intended for adult readers only. Any resemblance to real persons or events is purely coincidental. The story is for entertainment purposes and is not instruction, advice, or encouragement to imitate any conduct depicted!
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It had been two weeks since my bully sucked my dick while he thought I was asleep, and I’d decided it was time to confront him. I wasn’t just curious about his reaction—I needed to know what else, beyond the blowjob, I could get out of this. I’d even made a mental plan for how to respond depending on how things went. It still took me a while to work up the nerve. He was still my bully. He still scared me, even if that chapter of our lives was supposed to be over.
I was reading my biology textbook when he walked into the room without a word, same as always. He was in his workout clothes, sweat still glistening on his forehead, arms, and legs. Practically dripping. The sight of it sent something dangerous straight to my straight cock.
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