He rubs Seokjin's prostate softly, pressing on it without giving Seokjin a break and seokjin's screams die down on the desk into whimpers as he gets used to it. "B-beomsoo, m-my body.. feels weird," the sound of Beomsoo's fingers rubbing in seokjin's soft cunny resound in the empty classroom. "Why does it feel weird, jinnie? It's just supposed to relax you, like a normal massage". Seokjin blushes when he feels his cock start to harden, just a little. How can he be so perverted to get aroused from his friend massaging him? "I-i think my p-peepee is going up", he trembles while he says this, Beomsoo's fingers squelching inside him faster, the fat rim of his hole getting sloppier and pinker. Beomsoo's fingers stop to a halt, "Eh??? How come that's happening? You're so strange, seokjin. It's almost gross! And here I was just trying to help you.." Seokjin's thighs quiver in humiliation at the words, eyes brimming with tears. With a knowing smirk, beomsoo takes his fingers out of his classmate's slutty, squelchy hole, a string of wetness connecting his fingers and seokjin's cunny until seokjin turns around to face Beomsoo. He covers his small, harderning penis in shame when he looks at Beomsoo with doe eyes, "I-im sorry beomsoo!" Seokjin is frantic now, on the verge of sobbing and bursting into tears while he looks down at the floor. "I-i don't know what's wrong with me! I s-surely don't think of you as a g-girl so that my p-peepee went up. M-maybe I was thinking of something else..." Seokjin's voice dies down to whimpers as he clutches his thighs shut, looks innocent and guilty if it weren't for his uniform pants pulled down to his thighs.
Seokjin feels his puffy pink hole twitch while he's weakly leaning against the edge of the desk, the corner just barely brushing his fat, wet rim and he whimpers in guilt. "Please, b-beomsoo! I'm really sorry!" Beomsoo's cock springs up at the sight of the pretty doe eyes filled with tears, but he knows how to hide it with his jacket. He fakes exasperation, sighs and faces Seokjin, "so what do you want me to do now, jinnie? Now that we've discovered you're a weirdo whose peepee goes up when anyone gives him a massage?" Seokjin's innocent face shows his immense guilt once again, "I d-don't know.. It was my first time getting one in th-that place," he says, conscious of the corner of the desk rubbing against his squelchy rim, secretly pushing back against the desk while facing Beomsoo, until the corner is almost past the puffy rim. Beomsoo sighs, "There's only one solution for strange people like you. We need to get it of your system or else you'll keep thinking about it and doing it." Seokjin flinches and gasps at the accusation, caught redhanded because of his pushing back against the desk. "But I'm not gonna be the one doing it anymore cause I was just tryna help you be healthy and now I'm grossed out. I'll help you in a different way." Seokjin's eyes light up with curiosity. He doesn't wanna be a weirdo whose peepee gets hard if someone touches him! It's so gross and bad! How will he ever get married or get a girlfriend like that? His parents would be so disappointed. Beomsoo is shuffling through Seokjin's pastel pink bag and shaking his head, trying to look annoyed. He pulls out a box and Seokjin squirms, "M-my lunch box?" Beomsoo motions him to stay quiet, and he looks through the lunch box, eyes flashing. "Take all your clothes off." Seokjin blushes, "E-eh? Wh-why would I?" Beomsoo approaches him with something behind his back, "You'll get sick if you don't. I'm going to cleanse you from the unhealthy situation you put your body in."
When Seokjin is stripped down bare, he stares at the milky skin on his thighs, mounts him on the teacher's desk to face him and tells him to spread his legs. When Beomsoo sees Seokjin's pink hard peepee, he shakes his head, feigning disappointment, and Seokjin cowers in shame, pretty fingers coming to cover his peepee up. "Ah!" Seokjin's entire body jolts when Beomsoo starts pushing something into him. He pants, tries to relax as it goes in, Beomsoo is just helping him fix himself. When Seokjin looks down, he panics, settles his pretty hands on Beomsoo's chest, about to push him away, "W-why?! A cucumber?! B-beomsoo, that's m-my lunch!" Beomsoo is tired of his silly questions, so he doesn't even offer the dumb slut an answer. Seokjin is so sensitive, shakes when the cucumber is halfway in, hands clutching onto Beomsoo's shoulders for support. "It-it's way bigger than your fingers! So cold!" Seokjin's eyes brim with tears again and his hands are roughly thrown off of Beomsoo's shoulders. +++
