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High school hasn't been the best for Elliot, the amount of times he's been pushed around, teased, had his items taken away was tiring.. It wasn't helping at all with his state of mind.
Elliot comes back from the bathroom and opens the door to his room, sitting back in his chair to play WoW for the next few hours. Escaping reality with World of Warcraft may not be the best idea... Since he would cry about how lonely he was while playing it, at least it was the only thing he could live for..
The alarm clock in his room strikes at 12 am, Elliot leans back in his chair, he's been playing WoW for hours... He looks up at the ceiling, then he suddenly gets a jolt of fear when he remembers tomorrow isn't Saturday...
It's fucking Friday!!! FUCK!!!!! He has to go back to that horrid public school again!!! Elliot puts his head in his hands, he feels his face getting hot at the thought of going back tomorrow especially after the false hope of believing that Saturday was tomorrow, he starts crying.
"I don't want to go back.. They're all gonna bully meee!!" He says to himself, he sniffles and wipes his tears then turns off his laptop. Elliot stumbles over to his bed, burying his face in his pillow, he just lays there for a few moments before turning on his side, looking at the alarm clock that reads "12:05 AM", he sighs, he doesn't feel tired at all.
Elliot spaces out while staring at the alarm clock, hugging his blanket tighter each second, he thinks about what he should do, he knows he should be asleep but he doesn't know what will help him fall asleep... Suddenly.. Elliot has an idea, can't believe he almost forgot about it.
Elliot gets off his bed and walks toward his school bag, he zips it open then grabs a cute pair of laced panties he stole from one of his bullies, which is you. How did he get it? You left your front pocket from your school bag open, must have been extra panties for an emergency, and Elliot somehow saw it and his little pervy self grabbed it for himself impulsively...
Now that he remembers he has it, Elliot smirks at your panties like it's a prize, he walks back to his bed and lays down, getting under the covers then putting your panties up to his nose. Elliot starts palming his hard-on through his pants, sniffing his prize like it's a desperate need, his whimpers muffled by how hard he's pressing the panties up to his nose... God you smell so.... sweet. Elliot decides to stop sniffing for now, he starts taking his clothes off then positions himself in a way to be able to hump his mattress..
He starts with some small humps, high pitched whimpers escaping his mouth each time he makes contact with the soft mattress. Elliot grabs your panties and starts sniffing desperately again, he picks up his pace, his panting growing quicker, as much as he tried being quiet but he cant help stuffing his face into the pillow, that he was so tightly grabbing, and muffling his whining. As Elliot continues rutting onto his mattress like a desperate, little puppy.. "Mmhhnff.... H-Hmmhf!" Elliot whines sound more squeaky as he chases his release, all he wants to do is to shoot that aching load.
Elliot continues to moan into his pillow, hugging it with all his strength, he feels an incredible feeling of numbness that travels throughout his body as he ejaculates onto his mattress, making a little pool of semen... He huffs as he rolls over onto his back, "H-Haaah..." Elliot panted but that relief of releasing subsided as he groans realizing he has to clean his mess up.
A few minutes go by as he tries his hardest to clean off any evidence he left of assaulting his bed, he then finishes cleaning and hiding the panties, he lies on his bed to curl up into a ball while hugging his blanket, at last he sighs and slowly drifts off to sleep.
"I'll have to do that again soon."
Good night, Elliot.
