You want to get fucked by the jock
From Create Your Own Story
The moment you suggest it he flips your positions and shoves you against the locker, savagely kissing you. His tongue intrudes your mouth searching for your essence and his hand roams down your back, pulling down the back of your shorts to finger your twitching ass. As you moan in his mouth he flips you over, your face pressed against the locker, and wraps one hand around your cock, using the other to unzip his jeans and position his own cock at your hole. As you feel his impressive girth enter you, you also feel his lips on the back of your neck, travelling across your shoulder. As you groan and pant with the effort of taking his big cock, he leans in to your ear and says "Is this good with you, babe?" Without even waiting for a response, he kisses your ear and thrusts even deeper into you.
He pounds your ass up against the locker for a few minutes until the combination of his powerful thrusts and your own sweat causes you to slip down the lockers into an uncomfortable hunched position. Sensing your discomfort he grabs you by the waist, and without removing his dick from your hole, manages to position you on the bench on your hands and knees. Pain flashes with pleasure as he fucks you like a dog, and soon he flips you on to your back. He gives you another savage kiss, cradling your head with one hand while his other furiously strokes your dick. It doesn't take too much longer before you cum, and as your jizz splatters his chest your ass contracts around his dick and he cums right along with you. He kisses you one more time and pulls out, leaving an empty feeling where his cock used to be. He wipes his hand on his chest, and licks your jizz off his fingers. "Thank you, Master." he says.
A change has come over him. Not only is he more submissive, but he looks to you for approval of his actions and he constantly aches to be near you. Come to think of it, he has yet to stop touching you. You hear the warning bell ring. "Oh my gosh! Come on, we gotta get to class." You see disappointment flash across his face as you hurry to find clothes. "But... I wanna stay with you..." You stop. You could play hooky; there's no gym class next hour, and sex with this stud was hot, but still...
You decide:
To go to math class without him
That since you share a class, you may as well go to science
