My Babyboy ❤️ (Ishman / Shubish)

chapter 12

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Shubman: see you later pretty boy.

Ishan was so horny he felt like he was going to combust from the amount of desire swelling inside him. He just took a few deep breaths and gathered his things before slipping out of the classroom and making his way quickly to the nearest bathroom, where he locked himself in a stall and cleaned himself up again. He had a feeling this was going to become a regular occurrence. He washed his hands and ran to his next class.

The class was boring, but he took notes and listened attentively, mind only wandering a little bit. He was relieved when class was dismissed. He had one last class before he was free for the day. He suffered through the class, and sighed when they were given a mountain of homework.

He didn’t worry too much, he had a week to get those things done. He left campus and headed to grab a quick lunch, stopping in a little café and sitting alone at a table in the far corner. He used the opportunity to look up the address of the stadium. He’d have to take the local train to get there. He’d probably catch a cab home again though. No problem.

He ate quickly after his food arrived, and headed out. He needed to do laundry this afternoon, and pay rent. He was walking to the bus stop when something in one of the storefronts caught his eye. It was a mannequin wearing red silk and lace panties. He hesitated for a moment, but bit his lip and walked forward, pushing the door open and entering the small shop.

He’d never been in a lingerie shop before, but he’d browsed online a lot. He knew what size he was and everything. He’d wanted to buy some panties for a while, but hadn’t wanted to spare the funds on something that it was likely no one was ever going to see. But now he had more money in his bank account than he’d ever had and someone to show them off to. He browsed the selection and picked out a handful of different colors and styles, including the red silk ones. He paid for them with his debit card and tucked the hot pink bag in his backpack before going back out onto the street. He smiled all the way home and through doing his laundry and even working on his homework.

When the time was drawing near, Ishan went into his bathroom and changed into the silky red panties. They were so soft against his skin and he studied himself in the mirror. They were so pretty and they made him feel sexy. He put his jeans and shoes on, pulling on the big hoodie that Shubman had given him, since it was
warmer. He emptied his backpack and put spare underwear and a pair of jeans inside, wrapped in a plastic bag, knowing he was probably going to need them.

He skipped out of his apartment and to the bus stop, catching the bus that took him to the nearest railway stop. The train was fairly busy, but the 5 o’clock rush had already come and gone. He made his way across town without incident and before long he was standing near the gate of wankhede stadium. His eyes went wide as he looked at it, he has never been here before.

He pulled out his phone and sent a text to Shubman.

Ishan: I’m here

Shubman: come to the lobby, I’ll be right there.

Ishan waited, looking in through the glass at the dimly lit lobby. It was obviously after hours, only the barest lights were left on. Ishan watched as an elevator opened in the distance and Shubman appeared, walking toward him through the lobby. His inner self was already panting as he watched the sure, confident cricketer coming closer and closer. He watched as Shubman swiped a card somewhere on the other side of the glass and the doors slid open. Ishan walked in and watched Shubman type a series of numbers into a keypad. The doors closed and the light on the keypad went from green to red. He turned and walked up to Ishan, wrapping a warm hand around the back of his neck and sending shivers down his body.