The air was thick and gross. The scent of urine, sweat, and manliness filled my senses. My breath was getting hastier as each one gone by. His tall slender figure alluded the room with the image of the god I worshiped. He, he who I dreamt of for more than three years now is standing in front of me, pants pulled down, chewing gum, and shedding no emotion. The blue light glaring off his Twitter feed from his glasses showed that he had no intention of savoring the satisfaction of orgasming. His pants pulled a little way down, midway his thighs, and his white uniform tracing the edges of his back reflected-off the sink's mirror. I was sucking him off: lips, tongue, and throat entwined along his length. It was extremely long, long enough for me to gag and for him to slap my flushed-out face with his idle hand. His brutality excentuated his masculinity. He had no intention of shedding a single expression, even as he came into my mouth, his calm and composed stature remained. I was surprised as white fluid filled my mouth with his masculinity and my face with bliss. He shook his dick off; slid it into his underwear, zipped his pants then left without a sound. I was sitting there, still fazed-out from the all the head I gave him and from all the cum I had to swallow. I wiped my face clean from all the sadness that followed. The momentary satisfaction was immediately masked by the hollowness I was reminded of by the empty room I was left with. I smiled though, I smiled remembering the faint memories of him smiling genuinely. I smiled behind the tear that crept down my cheek. I felt complete and broken.
???: Tangina, ang gwapo niya...
I said in my mind as an image of the golden days of his smile flew by.
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