Last Year Chapter 11

Last Year - Chapter 11

Tuesday

Daniel woke up with his body still sensitive from Monday: the persistent vibration of the plug during the flag-raising ceremony, the sticky heat of the pre-cum in his boxers, the burning shame of being exposed in front of everyone, the touchless orgasm in the gym bathroom that left a dark, wet stain on his grey pants. He put on his daily uniform: a perfectly ironed white short-sleeved shirt that clung slightly to his skin due to morning sweat, a dark blue tie well-knotted (the symbol that now activated the game when touched twice), grey pants with subtle vertical blue and white lines on the sides that brushed against his swollen crotch, high grey socks, and polished black shoes. He inserted the plug before leaving, lubricated with a bit of the cum collected from Saturday that he kept in a small jar (the salty, masculine aroma immediately put him on edge, a thick heat spreading through his insides).

In the library during recess, they "accidentally" met in the back section, where the smell of old paper and polished wood mixed with the heavy silence. Daniel was pretending to read a math book when Santiago sat down in front of him, his athletic body occupying the space, his white shirt tense over his broad shoulders and defined pectorals. He took off a shoe and began to massage Daniel's crotch and touched his tie twice: start.

Daniel felt the plug vibrate in soft, constant pulses, each vibration sending a warm wave that hit his prostate like an invisible finger, making his cock harden against the fabric of his pants, the pre-cum dripping slowly and stickily, soaking his boxers until the moisture spread with an uncomfortable and exciting heat. Santiago, with the app on his hidden phone and massaging with his foot, responded by intensifying the cockring; the tight buzzing against his base sent pulses that made his flat abdomen contract subtly under his shirt, sweat beading on his neck. They looked at each other without speaking, only contained breaths and shining eyes. Nobody noticed: the other students read or whispered, the librarian passed by with muffled steps. Daniel adjusted his black leather cuff ("puppy") discreetly: Santiago's cockring buzzed high for seconds, his athletic bulge visibly pressing against his grey pants, sweat shining on his wide neck, and the masculine aroma of his excitement arriving in subtle waves. The game lasted fifteen minutes: alternating vibrations, intense gazes, repressed moans that sounded like study sighs.

Messages between classes on WhatsApp:

Santiago (10:12): "Do you feel how I fuck you without touching you? Your plug is soaked, I can feel it with my foot. You smell like me since Saturday."

Daniel (10:14): "Yes... dripping so much that I stained my boxers. Your cockring has you swollen, doesn't it? I want to see you come without hands."

Santiago (10:15): "Touch your tie twice in history class. Intensify the plug ...