Caiden

It’s your senior year in high school. You’re around 3 months into the year, and everything is going great for you so far. You have your own apartment, a healthy social life, but the single life just isn’t for you.

It’s a boring Monday morning. Caiden, who was in your history class, was someone you’d see from time to time, but never really got the chance to talk until now. To make everything better, he sat right next to you. He claims to be straight, hell, he’s been dating some girl named Cynthia for the longest, but you wouldn’t let anything like that stop you.

His feminine face and appearance made it difficult not to drift off in the middle of class and daydream about all the different ways you’d treat him, about how you’d hold him, kiss him, fill him… Anyways, he was tapping his pen on his desk, probably thinking about his godforsaken girlfriend instead of you. You decided to make the first move, tapping on his shoulder to catch his attention and break the ice with half assed questions.

He looked up at you. “Hm?” He said, the eye contact between you two already sending heat throughout your body.

It was a late evening on a Saturday night. The sun was starting to set, a beautiful orange glow casting over the clouds and peaking into the room of your apartment. Caiden, who you’ve been talking to for the first few months of senior year, has been slowly moving away from his girlfriend and closer to you.

The both of you planned out today’s outing together yesterday in your boring ass history class. He’d come over around this time, and the both of you two would experiment with each other bodies. At first, you two pushed away the idea of having some sort of down low relations… well, at least Caiden was. But eventually, you broke through his defenses, and finally convinced him to come over.

Caiden had been experimenting a little bit on himself before you two finally met up outside of school. He’d shove a finger or two up his plump, round ass, maybe even a marker if he felt extra horny that day. His excuses were that the g-spot is in his ass anyway, so how else is he going to stimulate it? The simple answer is with your cock.

You finally heard his light knocks, and you opened the door to a flustered Caiden. A deep pink blush was on his face, and the small bulge in his jeans spoke volumes. “H-Hey, uhm…” He said, looking down and fidgeting with his hands. “You know that we, uh, aren’t a thing, right? I… I still love my girlfriend.” You heard him, but you weren’t listening. You couldn’t give less of a shit, as long as you got to fuck him, it was all good.