I had to leave at 07H to get to the bus stop by 7:20. The bus took me an hour, along with a ten minute walk to the university. This would allow me twenty minutes to drink tea and prepare course notes for my horribly dull philosophy undergraduate class. I was planning on failing all of them for their sheer lack of open mindedness and nonexistent ability to think critically. Not their fault of course, but undoubtedly I couldn't open their minds.
That morning however, I wasn't the only one who was rushing around. Garland seemed to be in a hurry too, for no reason I could fathom. He didn't work or attend college, so his hastened behaviour confused me. He usually was not even wakened until noon. I didn't question him, and left at 7 as always with a wave, a kiss and a smile.
Garland was alone, but still rushing. He had to make it before 8. He felt awful about what he was going to do, the significance of it. But this was what he'd always wanted of course. Yearned for despite his little scapegoat relationship he was not yet bored of.
"He'll never find out," Garland told himself, getting as ready as possible by doing his hair and makeup, and hiding the dress I bought him from Harrods underneath my overcoat, which he planned to return afterwards. He then left, didn't lock the door and made his way towards the primary school.
About a street away from the primary school was the mans home. The house was simple and had a two story staircase, this evident as he peeked through the door window. Garland noticed he who lived there never took care of the garden, as I devoted many an hour to the task. He knocked on the door and the man opened it, making Garland blush when he saw the source of his lust. The clock struck 8.
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8:30
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Garland was sprawled on the man's large bed, the sheets soft against his skin. He was crying out it utmost ecstasy and pleasure. He'd never felt such a feeling. Not from his boyfriend anyway. He murmured that it felt amazing, and relieved a violent kiss in response, the lips crushing his in a crescendo of moans and a transfer of fluids.
The man atop him continued to thrust his cock inside Garland, creating electric shocks in Garland's back, making him mewl loudly and push his ass back, his lips bruised as the man hickeyed his collarbone, leaving angry red marks. It felt exhilaratingly electric to be marked that way by this man.
The man above moaned too, his voice husky and dripping with even more raw driven pleasure. He yelled and thrusted harder, leaving himself buried inside Garlands asshole to the hilt, allowing Garland to shiver from the light touch his balls made to the younger males scrotum.
