I slip into a seat in the back of the class and pull out my laptop, setting it on the desk. I open up a new document, and my fingers clack loudly on the keyboard as the professor begins to lecture, and I try to stay focused, I really do, but my mind wanders into dark alleys and lurks about mischievously. I end up thinking about Theo—the shape of his hard body, the feel of his dick in my hand, that mysterious tattoo on his side, his smell—and about how I don’t hate any of it. When I finally shake my thoughts free of him, I glance around and realize my cheeks are burning. Shit. My dick is hard
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