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As you hesitate, Alex takes the initiative and places his own bookbag on your lap, which had been resting near his feet. Hmph, black, and covered in little white skulls with bows on the top, cute. Though as the lights go out and the speaker takes the stage, the mischievous goth renews his teasing, and this is far more invasive. Using his bag and the darkness as cover, he snakes his hands beneath your pants and underwear before placing them about his prize. It's rather gentle, the way he milks your shaft in this packed auditorium.

You can practically feel his grin as you stifle your moans, not wanting to be caught. One hand teases around the head, while the other gently rolls your balls. It really is the kind of service a man could get used to, if only you hadn't let your guard down as a result. With a motion that could only be described as well practiced, Alex deftly drops the back of your pants and underwear and raises the front of his skirt.

The goth femboy's excitement was immediately evident, despite his smug demeanor, for as soon as it was able his member had sprung up between your own thighs. You tried to close them in response but all this did was give him the warm tightness that any such erection should long for, the warmth of his cock still pressing against your own equipment as Alex's hands resumed their work. Now you both struggled to remain silence, neither wanting to be caught as Alex sawed his tool between your legs in short smooth strokes. If he had tried to stop you may well have regarded it as a threat.

The greatest challenge of this, of course, came as the two of you did. As you climaxed in unison, your head lurched back and Alex took the opportunity to begin kissing the back of your neck. It was almost romantic, but utterly spoiled as he, just as deftly as before, replaced both of your garments, and you realized his plot. It was plain as the warm, sticky sensation you now felt upon your loins. He had pulled down only the back of your pants and underwear, not the front, and unloaded healthy loads from the both of you directly into your boxers. It was simply too much to ask that it wouldn't soak through and become extremely evident once it was time to leave the auditorium. You had already experienced the amazing in that no one had noticed; whether that was because the speaker was just that interesting or if the whole of the audience had been lulled to sleep you couldn't know, you certainly weren't paying attention. In desperation you look swiftly about you for a chance to get out before the lights come on and your shame is made a public item.