Hunter Vance strutted into the college library like he owned the place, varsity jacket slung over one shoulder, that signature smirk plastered on his face. But today, the star quarterback needed more than charm—he needed an A on his History essay, and fast. Arthur Pendergast was already sprawled across a secluded desk in the back stacks, legs dangling casually over the edge, nose buried in some dense novel. His oversized glasses perched on his nose as he glanced up with that judgmental finger-push.
"Well, well, Vance. Desperate enough to crawl to the black-market brain?" Arthur drawled, voice dripping with sarcasm. "I don't do freebies. What's the favor this time?"
Hunter leaned in, voice low and cocky. "Write the damn essay. I'll pay double."
Arthur chuckled, closing his book with a snap. "Payment? How pedestrian. No, for this, you do me a favor. Right here. Now." He shifted, revealing the hard outline straining against his pants. "Ride me, quarterback. Take every inch of this cock, and maybe—maybe—I'll have that paper done by Thursday."
Hunter's eyes widened, but his ego flared. "You're joking. I'm into girls, this is just... for the essay. Nothing gay about it." Internally, he repeated it like a mantra: This isn't gay. I'm straight. Just business.
"Keep telling yourself that," Arthur smirked, witty as ever. "Try to keep up, Vance. Multi-syllabic words are a struggle, but this? Adjust or fail."
Sweating already, Hunter climbed over him, hands braced on the wall. Arthur's long cock pressed against his ass, making him pant. "Warn you now, nerd—I’m not used to this size."
"Then take it all if you want that essay," Arthur replied coolly, reopening his book. "No half-measures."
Hunter started slow, easing down, feeling the stretch. Horny tension built as he adjusted, his ass gripping tight. But ego took over—he slammed down fully, taking it all at once. Pleasure exploded; he came unexpectedly, cum dripping as he moaned louder than intended. "Fuck... so full..."
"Keep going," Arthur ordered, voice steady but body starting to shiver. Hunter rode harder, panting, sweating, his ass slapping against Arthur's hips. The library echoed with wet sounds and Hunter's denials turning to gasps. "This... isn't... gay... just the paper..."
Arthur squirmed beneath him, quieter but intense, his cock throbbing. As Arthur came inside, filling him deep, Hunter came again, cum mixing, body shaking. "There... essay's yours," Arthur panted with a smirk. "Though those moans weren't very straight, Vance."
Hunter collapsed, convinced it was just a transaction—but the library had other ideas.
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