Kurt adjusted his thin frame in the cramped university seat, his 34-year-old eyes darting across the lecture hall on that first day of classes. At 25, Lloyd towered over everyone, his tall, slightly chubby build impossible to ignore—especially those tight pants that clung to the fattest booty Kurt had ever seen. 'Hey, mind if I grab this spot?' Lloyd asked shyly, his voice soft as he slid in beside Kurt. 'Sure, go ahead,' Kurt replied, forcing a casual tone while his mind raced in a long internal monologue: What is this? I'm straight, always have been, but that ass... it's like it's calling to me, making my thoughts twist in ways they never have. Weeks passed in awkward proximity, their shyness keeping conversations light yet laced with tension. 'These econ notes are brutal, right?' Lloyd quipped one afternoon, shifting in his seat and unwittingly highlighting his curves. Kurt chuckled wryly, 'Yeah, but your pants seem to be fighting their own battle—ever think of loosening up?' Lloyd blushed, noticing the glances but unsure how to feel, his own internal voice whispering: Why does his stare linger there? I'm straight too, this shouldn't stir anything. Their dialogues danced around the unspoken, building a seductive undercurrent neither could name, leaving Kurt's pulse quickening toward an inevitable explosion neither was ready to confront.
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