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The dorms were quiet, a weekend with tranquility for once. You gazed at the television, Adult Swim playing a fuzzy rerun of ATHF. The afternoon sky painted in blues and oranges, unusual for Bullworths typical weather. The old vent emitting a regular cool breeze into the room. Everything was tame at the moment, people going out with friends and what not.
Your mind lingered on Gary. He didn't take naps but you knew he would've thought the weather was fine enough to sleep. You yourself were never too fond of naps either. You explained them to be time consuming and scary. What if you woke to the next day? What time would it even be, how long would you remember to sleep for? Wouldn't it make your regular sleep schedule uneven? Before you go too deep and close to your unknowing core, you sigh and turn to your bedside table. Grabbing your phone in a swift motion you send a curt message that reads: Are you busy? A few moments later you hear the ding, turning your phone on you smile.
Arriving at the boys dorm you enter quietly, the main room oddly tame as groups of boys huddled over the TV, probably watching a sports meet or naked women. You walk past the main room, walking to the end of the hall and finding the gold plate with the initials G. Smith engraved into it. You knock once, looking around the grimy dormitory before knocking once again. "Coming." You hear from the other side. A few moments later a relaxed looking Gary comes through. He leans his side on the door, motioning you to hurry inside before anyone else drags you along to their boring activities. Gary looked fresh, the tips of his hair wet from the shower he had recently took. He wore his pajama pants and a raggedy T, careless to his looks yet he always seemed so put together.
"Was it that boring over there? Or was Mandy nagging you about letting her do your hair again?" Gary chuckled to himself, turning his TV on to some random channel. "None, I guess." You couldn't piece together whether you were actually bored or looking for something more in Gary's room. It wasn't blatant like how you would normally display your obvious boredom, more unsure. "I just wanted to see you I suppose." Your voice was quiet, sitting on his bed beside him then laying back. Kicking your shoes off to get more comfy as you lay your head on his pillow. Unintentionally inhaling his smell that came from the rather fluffy pillow. Musky shampoo and mint, notes of vanilla and sandalwood.
You watch his face, the mysterious scar that ran along his brow to the bottom part of his eye. He was handsome for a broken boy, really handsome. "Thats thoughtful." He simply replied. The discomfort in the thought of being sappy and lovey dovey while you were conscious and or present making him cringe.
You both exchange a look when a rather lewd scene skips to the movie playing on the old television. Neither of you had even payed close enough attention to the damn box to realize what was playing─that is until you heard the noises obvious noises of sex happening. Gary simply grinned when you looked at him, the scene going on for longer than needed. "You just gonna keep staring at me until its over? Or are you suggesting something." His voice was flat with an edge of tease. He knew how to make you frail, it was quite sad. "Oh quit it." You laugh, looking away with a dusty pink hue on your cheeks. "You'll wish I could." He retorts, giving you that same stare which causes you to stare back at him. Knowing of his implications.
It absolutely was not long before he had you pinned down on the bed, lining his dick to the entrance of your hole. Rubbing the tip against it teasingly and watching you squirm with pride. "Don't move so damn much, not until im inside." He whispers against your hair. And that was all it took for you to snap your hips up, pushing his dick inside of you impatiently. He groans at this, the feeling of your tight pussy squeezing around his hardening cock was so arousing.
He chuckled at your eager hips rolling themselves. "So dirty." He mumbles near your cheek, kissing down to your lips as he begins to thrust at an even pace. Soft pleas escape your parted lips, your eyes glued to the action. The squelching noises of his sticky cock pumping in and out of your plush pussy causing your head to fall back into the pillows. He watches your face contort in pleasure, quickening his pace to hear your moans grow in volume.
You let out this particularly pornographic moan, it was loud. Covering your mouth with his left hand he warns near your right ear. "You gotta be quiet, so we don't get in trouble." He lightly bit at your earlobe, continuing his pace. Removing his hand you had no choice but to bite your lip, trying to stifle the desperate noises that threatened to slip from your bitten lips. "Everyone will hear you, they'll know im fucking you." He suddenly speaks, his breathy voice close enough to your ear to send shivers down your arching spine. "The thought of that just turns you on doesn't it?" His thrusts turn gruff, pounding into your sweet spot multiple times. His thumb rubbing your nub with a delicate push. "Dirty whore." He rushes his thrusts, deep and rough. The salty smell of sex filling the air. Your moans becoming harder to cover at this point, his dick plunging in and out of your horrendously wet cunt. It was so obscene; sounds that came from your mouth, the sounds of skin slapping skin, the crude, hushed whispers that gary spoke into your ear. "What a slut," he rasps, "I bet you want them to hear, don't you?" He spits on his fingers─although he didn't need to because god you were drenched with arousal─digging them into your cunt. He watches you writhe, overridden with pleasure. "You want them to hear how wet I have you, Huh? How well you're taking my cock like a slut?"
His pace grows vigorously, causing you to bite on Gary's loose shirt that sat beside you, biting deep on the fabric as softer moans are heard. "You fucking whore." He finds that sweet spot once again, hitting it up until you come undone. "Filthy bitch." His breath laboured, as he came down his high, pulling out and releasing on your stomach and breasts. He removes his slender fingers from your hole, riding them up your stomach and shoving them in your mouth. Your tongue coating in the salty taste. He grins, kissing the side of your mouth up to your lips. His tongue slipping in. His hand begins kneading your breasts, spreading his cum all over your tits and stomach. He pulls away from the kiss, sliding his fingers in once again. The salty bitterness of the mixed cum and saliva making you groan. "Can't believe you let me to that." He laughs, and all you can do is lay there, shaking your head in bewilderment.