You are interrupted.

You make your way through the halls toward an unknown class. Just before you arrive a poster of smiling ancient looking people have a word bubble saying, “Welcome to anthropology 102”. The new you must like studying the past.

“Alex. Hey, come ‘er.” The voice comes from an obvious jock. He is dressed in jeans, a blue t shirt, and running shoes. The name Brent pops in your head. Your ex. He is the entrance to the men’s room.

“No Brent. I’m going to class.” He strides up to you quickly and snatches your hand. “I said no.” He yanks you into the bathroom. “Damn it. I said no.”

“Don’t be that way Alex. I miss you. I need you.”

“What? You broke up with me, remember. I believe you said you weren’t gay. Oh ya, and you called me, oh what was it, a freak? Oh and hmm, I think it was a fucking trap. That I tricked you by looking like a girl. Never mind we have known each other since the fucking first…”. He cuts you off with a kiss. Your mind seems to melt. He is so strong. You are standing on your toes. Your back is pressed against the wall. His tongue dances with yours. You can hear him fumbling with his belt buckle. He takes your hand and has you pull out his cock. It is firm, strong, thick.

“I need you to suck me babe. Don’t make me beg.”