An Encounter in their high school locker room changed Jimin's view, it leaves him unsettled. He is infected by troubling thoughts and dreams. Who will provide him peace now?
I walk toward him. When I get close, he grabs my shirt and pulls me toward him and we kiss again, I can taste the fruit punch and tobacco smoke in his mouth. I feel my body respond to his instantly, a hot hardness that builds against him, energy that surges at each contact point.
I push him against the wall and grind my hips into him. He spins away from me, grabs my hand, and pulls me down the hallway, to the very end, where there is a closed door. He pulls a key from his pocket, turns to me, and grins.
I see the flash of his teeth and the red light reflected in his eyes as he opens the door. His eyes appear momentarily mismatched in different colors. Translucent membranes flick up from the bottoms of his eyes.
There is more light now, a bright, orange-yellow light from the room that hurts my eyes. He reaches for me, grabbing me to pull me into the room. I'm suddenly afraid.
I want to turn around and run back down the hallway, out the cream-colored door, and down the steps, back to my dorm through the cool night. But a second later I am on him, in his bed, my mouth is on his and the bright light is gone, replaced by a constellation of stars floating around us, and we are rolling in the soft darkness. I feel his hands on my belt, unbuckling it, and pulling the buttons of my jeans open.
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My shirt is off, then his is off, and we are hot, sweaty skin against each other. I feel his fingers in the hair of my chest, he is moaning with pleasure, touching my body. We are kissing, jawing at each other's faces.
His stubble is scratching me. His body feels smooth and firm and soft and hot in my hands. Our erections are rubbing against each other through our pants.
The muscles in his back flex and relax as we roll over each other in the bed. He pushes me off of him and guides me off the bed to stand. He yanks my pants down, past my thighs, then off completely.
He leans back on the bed, undoes his belt and pulls his pants down, then strips off his underwear and socks. His cock springs up and hits his belly when he pulls off his boxers. Then he stands up, next to me, and reaches into my underwear to grab my cock.
The touch of his hand around the base of my cock feels like a liquid-metal fire. "Big boy..." he whispers, and we are kissing again. He is massaging my cock in his hand and feeling my ass with his other hand.
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I tip my head up as he kisses down my neck and chest. My hands are on his shoulders, now, as he falls to his knees, pulling my underwear down, inch by inch across the bulge of my thighs, past my knees and ankles. I step out of them, toward him, and then my cock is in his mouth.
I melt into the sensation of his mouth on me, the hardness of my erection. His fingers work their way across my ass, pulling me deeper and deeper into him. The layered sensations begin to overwhelm me.
The walls thudding with the music from below, the lights swirling around us, the feeling of his mouth on me. It's too much. I reach down and push his shoulders away, but he only holds me tighter and increases his movements.
