In the Closet

Aaron stumbled into the closet with Derrick. It was very dark in here, he realized. He was secure enough to admit that Derrick was handsome enough -- muscular and biracial. He smelt Aaron's rich cologne, as the fellow student ran his hands through Aaron's thick, luscious hair. He'd inherited it from his mother, and his sister Katie liked to use him as target practice for her styling back in the day. It'd never made him feel more awkward than it did in this moment.

Derrick kissed him, his long, meaty tongue invading Aaron's mouth. They kissed for a long moment, and then he felt Derrick's hands pushing him down to his knees. He moaned in protest.

"It's okay," Derrick whispered. "Just go with it." He handed Aaron a hairband to tie his hair back and he did, reflexively. Derrick tugged down his sweatpants and a long, thick prick hit Aaron's cheek. Aaron gasped cutely.

"It's okay," Derrick repeated. "Make friends with it."

Truthfully, Aaron had always felt like an evolutionary dead end. A wimpy, slender frame and an equally wimpy cock made that feeling inevitable. And the prick pushing between his lips was so long and thick and meaty ...

Aaron sucked it, feeling the precum start to leak, gliding up and down very slowly and tentatively at first. He got into the swing of things, bobbing his mouth up and down, making it sloppier and sloppier as Derrick stood over him, grunting. Finally, Derrick pulled out, keeping only the head in Aaron's mouth and cumming. It was salty with a tinge of sweetness, as if he'd ate a pineapple.

Just then the door opened. Aaron thought it'd be the most humiliating moment of his life. But instead Brianna smiled broadly and hugged him tightly. Then he realized it'd been a test, and that he'd passed.