Chapter 1: The First Glance
Kurt adjusted his thin frame in the university lecture hall seat, feeling out of place at 34 among younger students. Lloyd strolled in—25, towering over Kurt by a full head, cute with a little chubbiness that somehow made his presence magnetic. Those thin, tight pants hugged an ass so fat and round it defied logic, bouncing with each step.
'Hey, mind if I grab this spot?' Lloyd asked, voice shy but warm, sliding into the adjacent chair.
'All yours,' Kurt replied, forcing a casual smile while his mind raced. Internally: That booty... it's making my cock twitch in ways it never has. I'm straight, damn it, but the way it fills those pants—it's hypnotic, forbidden. Weeks of this and I can't look away. What the hell is wrong with me?
Lloyd caught the glance once or twice but said nothing, his own thoughts swirling: Why's he staring like that at my ass? I'm straight too, yet it stirs something... horny and confusing. No, ignore it. Focus on class.
Over the next weeks, their talks stayed light, laced with witty banter. 'Quantum mechanics is kicking my ass harder than that pop quiz,' Lloyd quipped one afternoon after lecture.
Kurt chuckled, eyes drifting despite himself. 'Tell me about it. If only equations were as straightforward as your... notes.' He bit his tongue, heart pounding. Internally: That fat ass is making me hard right here. Sweating, panting in my head over it—dripping with thoughts I can't admit. Lloyd's straight, I'm straight. This tension's electric but silent.
Lloyd shifted, pants straining. 'Yeah, well, your insights help. But sometimes I feel eyes on me... nah, probably nothing.' His monologue burned: That look again. Makes my skin tingle, ass aware. Horny? No way, but why does it feel so... intriguing?
They parted with awkward waves, the air thick with unspoken heat, Kurt's gaze lingering on that perfect curve as Lloyd walked away—setting the stage for more.
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