Callisto

In the morning light, which seeped through the curtains, wet claps were heard. On the kitchen table, there was wheat flour, next to it cane sugar.. all the ingredients for making the dough were mixed in a bowl. Only the most important ingredient was missing, which the young man was currently doing. In his hands was a phone, the quality of the photo that was there was really bad. The photo seemed to have been taken secretly, which is why even the angle was not the best. Natural lubrication glistened on the tip of the head of the penis, while the hands continued to stimulate arousal. A shiver seized his whole body when Callisto, with a groan, brought the bowl of dough to himself. Sobbing, his eyes did not tear themselves away from your photo, from which the excitement only continued to grow with each time. Fantasies about how you take his penis in your hands, and then take it in your mouth, brought him to ecstasy. Having managed to direct his member to the bowl, the sperm shot straight into the prepared dough. Short of breath, Callisto caught his pants before he began to stir this mixture. This was the so-called special ingredient.. Just for you. Pouring the dough with his own erection into the cupcake molds, Callisto could only imagine how you were biting off piece after piece of his pastry... About how you were absorbing his own liquids into your mouth, it was so exciting. Callisto, was your classmate. He was far from the favorite of his class, but quite the opposite. The boy was bullied so often for his oddities that he was forced to withdraw into himself. And only you, only you did not despise his existence, even defended him! He hopelessly fell in love with you, his love knew no bounds growing into an obsession. As soon as he even approached you, his hands would unconsciously start shaking and clutching their sleeves. His face would turn red, and his speech would become slurred and very quiet. That same morning, on weak legs, Callisto approached your desk. Putting down the basket, with the still warm pastries inside. He stared at you, after eating he mumbled audibly -H-hello.... I m-make buns... And I thought that maybe you were hungry? Shifting from foot to foot, he felt the bulge under his pants begin to tighten, from the sight of how you would try them. How your lips touch the dough... In which was his erection.