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His actions. His words.

“How’s my cock feel in your hand? Is it bigger than yours? I bet it is.”

“Fuck off…” I mutter around his thumb.

Removing my grip from him, I try to pull my mouth away, but he’s too quick. Before I know it he steps into me, his chest against mine, one hand gripping my cheeks, holding my mouth open to him. The other wrenching me nearer to him by my waistband. He leans in close, and I think he’s about to kiss me, when all of a sudden he spits in my mouth.

In my motherfucking mouth.

I don’t have time to be disgusted—or to agonize over why I’m not grossed out—before his thumb is back in my mouth, and he’s massaging his saliva into my tongue with a satisfied smirk.

“Oh, I’ll fuck something, Haywood. And you’ll love every minute I’m in one of your holes.” His cunning smile lets me know there’s nothing I could do or say to try to prove him wrong. And he’d be right. It’s not exactly like a rebuttal is springing to my lips in defense of his claim. “Now put your hand back on my cock and make me come. Hurry up now, don’t want to be late to class.”

I do. And as I begin to stroke him again, our eyes remain locked on each other. His unshakable fire meets my unanticipated yearning. I wait for him to make a noise. For his stare to glow brighter as his pleasure soars higher. I’m either terrible at jerking another dude off, or he’s just got a titanium grip on his control.

I guess, no matter the reason, it’s good he’s not out here panting and moaning in the trees like an animal in heat where anyone around us could hear him.

Shit… I almost forgot where we were for a second.

My blood thrums quicker through my veins, or maybe roaring at the same rate, I just didn’t notice it under his spell. Finally, he grunts as his warm, steamy cum spills onto my fingers, bringing my attention back to him.

My hand stills, but I don’t remove it from him because I’m unsure if that’s what he wants. He’s been adamant about his desires until this point. I let him take the lead now, too. I don’t know what I expected to happen next, but it sure as shit wasn’t for him to take my shirt and use it to clean the cum off both his dick and my hand.

“What the fuck, Cole? I have class,” I whisper-shout as he tucks himself back into his pristinely clean pants.

“Says who? A boy with class wouldn’t have just jerked a guy off in the bushes.”

“What? That’s not-that’s not what I meant. I mean, I have to go to class. I can’t walk around with your fucking hardened jizz on my shirt all day.”

“Actually, that’s exactly what you’re going to do, Haywood.”

“Oh yeah? Or what?”

He looks at me like I have two fucking heads, then he laughs. Loud enough for anyone around us to hear. My eyes search frantically through the trees, searching for signs that anyone heard him or can see us through the dense branches and pine needles.

But if I can’t see anyone, I hope that means they can’t see us either.

“I mean, if you want me to send your girlfriend’s nudes out to the entire student body, I will.”

Holy shit… At some point through everything that just happened, I’d forgotten all about the picture of Avery. How the fuck could I forget the reason I even followed him in here? How the hell could I forget about Avery at all?

Taking a deep breath, I can’t believe any of what happened just fucking happened. I can’t believe any of what just happened was as enjoyable as it was, either, but I’m going to have to table that thought for another time. I really do need to get to class.

“No. I-I’ll… I’ll do it.”

“I know you will. I mean, let’s be real.” He reaches into his pocket and pulls his phone out. I watch as he clicks the screen a few times before he brings up Avery’s picture again. “I could delete this fake I made, but you’d still wear my cum on your shirt because you like having a reminder of what we did here.”

“A fake? You fucking asshole!” Huffing, I shove him, but he digs his feet into the ground, keeping mostly still and laughing his ass off. “You think you can just fuck with people like this? Threaten them to make them do things they don’t want to do?”

“Oh, Haywood… You’re so cute when you play innocent. You know you fucking liked it. And there’s more where that came from, just say the word.”

He winks, and fuming, I step back from him.

“Also, I’d forget about your sweet Avery—or anyone other than me—for the time being. We’re far from done here.”

What?

I swallow, furrowing my brows, and wait for him to elaborate. He doesn’t. I want to ask him what the fuck he means, but honestly, I’m a little nervous. Waiting for my backbone to return, I stall and pick my backpack up off the ground. By the time I’m standing up straight again, ready to ask him what the fuck that means, he’s gone.