Thomas sat in the classroom, his pencil poised above the paper as he prepared to tackle the test in front of him. The room was filled with an air of quiet concentration, interrupted only by the occasional scratch of a pencil against paper or the soft rustle of turning pages. The professor had set a challenging exam, designed to test their knowledge and understanding of the subject matter.
The clock on the wall ticked away, marking the passing minutes as Thomas focused intently on each question. He analyzed the prompts, drawing upon the knowledge he had acquired throughout the semester. His mind raced as he recalled key concepts, theories, and examples that could be applied to each scenario.
Surrounded by his classmates, Thomas felt a mix of determination and anxiety. The pressure to perform well weighed on him, knowing that this test would contribute to his final grade. He tried to block out any distractions, allowing his thoughts to align solely with the questions at hand.
As he progressed through the test, his confidence grew. He tackled each question with precision, carefully crafting his responses to demonstrate his understanding of the subject matter. Occasionally, he glanced at the clock, ensuring he managed his time effectively to complete the test within the allotted period.
The room was a sea of focused faces, all engrossed in their own academic challenges. The silence was palpable, broken only by the sound of occasional page turns or the shuffling of test papers. It was a testament to the dedication and determination of the students.
With the last question answered and the test completed, Thomas took a deep breath, a mix of relief and satisfaction washing over him. He had given it his all, poured his knowledge onto the paper, and hoped that his efforts would yield positive results.
As he submitted his test and left the classroom, he couldn't help but reflect on the journey he had undertaken throughout the semester. The late nights spent studying, the group discussions, the moments of enlightenment and confusion -- they had all led to this final examination. And it wasn't easy, because he also spent a lot of time with Keith, mostly having amazing sex, but it kept him busy and away from his studies.
Exiting the classroom, Thomas felt a weight lift off his shoulders. The test was behind him, and he had given it his best. Now, he eagerly awaited the results, knowing that his performance would be a testament to his hard work and dedication. When he left the building, he saw Keith waiting for him in the sun. The sight of Keith sent a surge of warmth through Thomas' veins, his heart skipping a beat at the mere sight of his handsome boyfriend. Keith stood there, exuding confidence and an irresistible charm that made Thomas's pulse quicken.
Dressed in a fitted tank top that showcased his sculpted arms and broad shoulders, Keith looked like a vision of masculine allure. The fabric hugged his well-defined chest, accentuating the contours of his muscles. A hint of chest hair peeked from the top of his shirt, adding a touch of ruggedness to his appearance.
The sunlight cast a golden glow on Keith's tanned skin, enhancing his natural radiance. Beads of sweat dotted his forehead, a testament to the warmth of the day and perhaps the anticipation of seeing Thomas. His tousled hair, kissed by the sun, added to his effortlessly attractive look.
As Thomas approached, his eyes couldn't help but trace the lines of Keith's toned physique. The sight of his broad chest and chiseled abs evoked a sense of desire, reminding Thomas of the physical connection they shared. Keith's shorts showcased his strong legs, hinting at the athleticism that defined his presence on the football field.
A mischievous smile played on Keith's lips as he caught sight of Thomas. His eyes sparkled with affection and a hint of playful seduction. There was an undeniable magnetism that drew Thomas towards him, an irresistible pull that defied explanation.
Thomas took in every detail, his gaze lingering on Keith's features. The way his strong jawline framed his inviting smile, the way his eyes held a mix of tenderness and desire. Keith exuded a quiet confidence, a self-assuredness that made Thomas feel safe and desired in his presence.
With a surge of excitement, Thomas closed the distance between them, unable to resist the magnetic pull that drew them together. Keith's arms enveloped him in a warm embrace, and Thomas nestled into his embrace, feeling a sense of home in his strong and loving arms. Thomas had his arms around Keith's neck while Keith's arms were around Thomas' waist. They were just smiling at each other.
"How did your test go baby?" asked Keith.
"It went well!" replied Thomas.
"Good, I'm proud of you!"
"Thanks, I have to say Keith that you shouldn't be allowed to go out like this."
"Like what?" laughed Keith.
"So sexy! I mean look at you! Look at those biceps and everything, you are too sexy and people will just be starring at you and I don't like it!"
"Haha! Let them stare, only you can get all of this," said Keith. He pulled Thomas closer to him and kissed him. "Ready to go to lunch?"
Thomas nodded, and they started walking while holding hands. They were going to their favorite fast-food joint for a quick lunch date.
Thomas and Keith sat down at the table, ready to indulge in their favorite fast food treats. Thomas ordered a classic cheeseburger with fries, while Keith opted for a spicy chicken sandwich with jalapeno poppers.
"So, you excited about tomorrow?" asked Keith while stealing one of Thomas' fries.
"Yeah! Are you?" replied Thomas.
"Yeah, I'm sure it'll be fun," said Keith.
"Huh! I'm surprised"
"Why?"
"I didn't think you'd be looking forward to it!"
"Why not? I'm the one who set it up," said Keith.
"I know, it's just... Last time with David, you didn't seem to enjoy it that much."
"What made you think that? I liked it!"
"I was just hoping this time it would be a little different I guess," mumbled Thomas.
"Different how?"
"Well, I was hoping it would be a real threesome."
"I'm not following."
"Last time you and David didn't really interact with each other you know, you were both only focused on me. Which was good! But I was hoping you and Thiago would interact a little at least."
"What do you mean by interact?"
"I don't know, I don't want you or him to do anything you don't want to. But at least like some touching and stuff, but I guess you're not gay like me so it might not be your thing," asserted Thomas.
"I kiss you, I suck your dick, you fuck me, I love you. I think that makes me gay like you," disagreed Keith.
"You're right! I'm sorry. So, what do you think of Thiago?"