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Max was in one of his boring classes, his mind wandering as it often did these days. The monotonous hum of the air conditioner and the professor's droning voice did little to hold his attention. Instead, he found himself drifting. Thinking about Caleb.

Caleb, the man who had stolen his heart with his piercing gaze and wicked smile. The one who had turned his world upside down in the most delightful way possible. Max's thoughts grew hazy as he recalled the last time they had been together, the way Caleb's fingers had danced along the nape of his neck, sending shivers down his spine.

The classroom around him was a stark contrast to the intimate moments they had shared. The harsh fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting an unforgiving glow on the sterile white walls and the rows of uncomfortable plastic chairs. Yet, Max couldn't help but feel a warmth spread through his chest as his mind painted a vivid picture of Caleb standing before a chalkboard, explaining complex equations with the kind of passion that could make even the dullest of subjects feel alive.

Caleb's deep, velvety voice echoed in his memory, a stark contrast to the nasal tones of the current professor. Max's gaze drifted to the clock, the ticking a metronome to the rhythm of his racing thoughts. He craved the feel of Caleb's hands on him again, the gentle yet firm way Caleb had of guiding him, pushing him to explore his limits.

Ooo to be bent over his desk, his cock buried deep in his ass. That was the thought that had Max shifting in his chair, his cock swelling in his pants. The room was cold but his body felt like it was on fire. He reached down and rubbed his crotch, trying to relieve the pressure of his growing erection. The fabric of his jeans felt rough against his sensitive skin, sending a jolt of pleasure through him.

The professor's voice grew more distant as Max's daydream grew more vivid. He could almost feel Caleb's breath on his neck, the heat of his body behind him. Caleb's cock, thick and insistent, pushing into him, stretching him wide. Max bit his lip, stifling a moan that threatened to escape. The sound of the chalk squeaking on the board became the sound of their bodies slapping together in a rhythm that was both punishing and perfect.

He pushed his hand down his pants, feeling the warmth and firmness of his erection, giving it a gentle rub. Max's eyes fluttered shut as he imagined Caleb's hand in place of his own, the soft fingers of his lover rubbing him with the same confidence that he wielded in the classroom. He could almost smell the faint scent of Caleb's shampoo, a heady mix of cinnamon and cider that seemed to cling to everything they touched.

The room was quiet, save for the muffled whispers of his classmates and the occasional shuffle of papers. Max knew he had to be careful, but the ache in his groin was becoming too much to ignore. He slid his hand into his briefs, his heart racing as he wrapped his hand around himself. His strokes grew more deliberate as he lost himself in the fantasy, his breath hitching in his throat as he pictured Caleb's strong arms holding him in place, pinning him down with a mix of love and dominance.

Max's hand moved faster, his mind replaying the moment when Caleb had whispered dirty nothings into his ear, telling him exactly what he wanted to do to him. The memory of Caleb's tongue tracing the shell of his ear sent a shiver down Max's spine, making him bite his lip harder to keep from crying out. He could feel the beginnings of his climax building, the tension in his balls tightening with every stroke.

"Such a naughty boy jerking off in class." Caleb would say with that smug smile that Max adored, if he were here to catch him in the act. But Caleb wasn't here, and Max's hand grew bolder, his strokes more vigorous. The friction against his skin was a sweet agony his other hand reached up to his nipples, pinching them as Caleb had done so many times before. The pleasure was almost too much to bear as he thought of Caleb's teeth grazing his neck, his nails digging into his hips as he pounded into him.

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