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Challenge #109: Cock
Title: Seventh Hour Sucks
Author:outlander
Timeline: S1
Condom: Brian
A/N: Unbeta'd, but had to drabble to welcome our new mod,besamislabios!
Can’t stop touching him, tasting him, tracing him with my tongue.
Orgasm is too clinical a word for how he shatters me.
Coming is too simple.
Kneeling before him, lost in him, words disappear.
“Justin. Justin? Mr. Taylor!”
With a swift kick to my chair, soft blue lights are suddenly replaced by harsh fluorescent. The class is snickering and Brickle the Bore has that pinched look on his face.
If anyone ever needed a blow job, it was Mr. Brickle.
“Now that you’re back with us, Justin, perhaps you could share your example of an Acrostic Poem with the class?”
Title: Seventh Hour Sucks
Author:
outlanderTimeline: S1
Condom: Brian
A/N: Unbeta'd, but had to drabble to welcome our new mod,
besamislabios!Can’t stop touching him, tasting him, tracing him with my tongue.
Orgasm is too clinical a word for how he shatters me.
Coming is too simple.
Kneeling before him, lost in him, words disappear.
“Justin. Justin? Mr. Taylor!”
With a swift kick to my chair, soft blue lights are suddenly replaced by harsh fluorescent. The class is snickering and Brickle the Bore has that pinched look on his face.
If anyone ever needed a blow job, it was Mr. Brickle.
“Now that you’re back with us, Justin, perhaps you could share your example of an Acrostic Poem with the class?”