School's Out

Rusty and Ted had shared lockers and lab notes for years, their friendship forged in the quiet hum of high school hallways. But after chemistry class one steamy afternoon, Rusty's simmering desire boiled over. He locked the classroom door, eyes locked on Ted with a hunger that had built since their first awkward handshake. No words needed. Rusty peeled off Ted's shirt, jeans, everything, revealing that sleek, throbbing cock he'd fantasized about. He dropped to his knees and devoured it, lips wrapping tight, tongue swirling with the fierce passion of unspoken crushes. Ted gasped, hands fisting Rusty's hair as the suction pulled deep, relentless. Clothes hit the floor for both. Naked skin flushed under the fluorescent lights. Rusty bent over a desk, offering his firm, young ass like a prize. Ted didn't hesitate. He slicked up with spit and plunged in, thrusting hard into that tight heat. Rusty moaned, pushing back, the slap of bodies echoing off blackboards. Sweat beaded, the air thick with their raw need. Ted gripped Rusty's hips, pounding with the wild energy of boys unchained. They switched. Rusty spread Ted's cheeks and dove in, tongue lapping at that puckered entrance, rimming with greedy laps that made Ted buck. The pleasure built fast. Ted arched, jerking his own cock, and—surprise—he caught every spurt of his creamy load right in his open mouth, swallowing with a dazed grin. Still rock-hard and aching, Rusty panted for more. Ted's eyes gleamed with that fresh, straight-boy fire, the kind that flares when straight lines blur. He flipped Rusty onto his back, spread those legs wide, and went down—tentative at first, then bold, sucking Rusty's pulsing dick with sloppy, eager pulls. But Ted had one wild card: he fingered Rusty's hole while blowing him, twisting just right to hit that spot. Rusty exploded, ropes of cum painting Ted's face, the shock of it all leaving him breathless. Who knew his straight-laced buddy hid such a filthy spark?