jacob
troye was always considered one of the quiet boys at my school, he was so obsessed with 'cute, little flowers' i didn't know why. however his slight edginess and cuteness turned me on so much! i just wanted to rip off his tight skinny jeans and fuck him until he couldn't breathe.
troye
jacob was always staring at me, i couldn't find any reason why. what had i done wrong now, although, i must admit, he is so hot.
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t
i was in the same class as jacob,
"mr bixenman! mr mellet!" our teacher yelled
"i need to talk to you two after class,"
i fluttered my eyes sassily and walked away and sat back down next to my project partner, jacob.
"i wonder what that was about?" jacob said,
i refused to reply, as my mind was to busy thinking about another class. suddenly class finished and we walked up to our teacher, mr franta.
"boys, next lesson i would like to see more participation, and less dreaming!"
"so, at lunch i would like you two to clean up the toilets, okay?!" he yelled,
"uh, okay," we both replied.
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j
we grabbed our cleaning supplies and headed to the toilets,
"god he's such a fucking bitch!" i yelled,
"i guess," troye replied anxiously,
troye bent down to grab some more supplies, this gave me a full look of his ass. god i wanted to fuck him so bad!
"j jacob are you looking at my butt?" troye whimpered,
"definitely not!" i said in a somewhat sarcastic tone,
we started cleaning and talked about mr franta and how bad of a teacher he was. my body got closer to his and he then bent over again, teasing me and rubbing again my ever increasing length, i then pulled his small ass against mine and raised his head,
"do you feel that?" i whispered,
"y yes, d daddy," he moaned,
"do you want this?" i asked,
"f fuck yeaa," he moaned,
i ripped down his black skinny jeans and gripped his hips as i pulled down his underwear with one swift movement i inserted my length into his stretched asshole
