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⠀ ⠀ ⠀𝑵𝑺𝑾𝑭—— & NERD. tᥲboo thᥱmᥱs. 𓂺
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to be made of flesh was a humiliation.
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𝑨𝑳𝑳 𝑨𝑴𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑪𝑨𝑵 𝑱𝑶𝑪𝑲 🇺🇸
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or is my cock just perfect ❓
makes you cum everytime don’t it ❔
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this cunt wraps very well around your cock, don’t you think?
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he could only get so much worse, and the praising was doing just that. doing the most he could do, his stomach leaner by the second, mouth agape with a string of drool falling onto the sheets.
“ f-fuck— fuck i-m close ” he muttered, seconds before smearing it on Luke’s hand.
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He's not that innocent either, he's hard under his clothes, yet he's focusing on helping him blow a load. His fingers play with the balls. His head rest on top of his shoulder and then he spits on the throbbing cock. "This is like live porn, look at you. You're literal porn"
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in some way, it was. but for last night before he’d passed out mid-gooning session and forgot closing it.
“ f-fuck— i’m not — ” to busy flexing his hips to even think of a sentence, he’d guessed it would be enough if he glared at Luke.
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"open door, slut" he spoke against his neck, pulling Connor's face into a sloppy kiss. "It's an open invitation to come and grope" his hand wraps around his balls, the thumb pressing down the cock against the mattress.
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barely knowing any better with a fogged up brain from just waking up, and a raging boner, he did just as he was told.
“ nghh… f-fuck—— no one taught you to knock ❔”
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From behind Lucas hands angles the jock's cock to the mattress again, barely teasing his inner thighs. "Helping you, of course" his grip is strong but he lets go off one hand to caress his abs. "Just keep pumping"
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ngh——
un-voluntarily lifting his hips, rod dangling between his thighs as it got disturbed.
—— w-what the fuck—⁉️
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Grabbing his from behind, helping him to rut faster and harder against the abused mattress. Sounded like you needed a helping hand, c'mon ruin those sheets for me
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rutting his morning wood into his bed, grunting ever so lightly with the president’s door wide open.
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“ nothing, ‘m just asking. curious me. ” he replied. the curious him had him throbbing from both his hands smothering his junk. “ to be fair, i have too. but maybe more than once. ”
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none the wiser to his friends perversion， an eyebrow raises once the question is proposed. 〝 like phone sex ? like once， yeah … why ? 〞 starting to catch on to him.*
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“ from you ❓ yeah, can be possible. ” another grunt came out of him, maybe involuntarily this time from the place his cock was growing. “ ever stroke one out on call ❔”
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〝 yeah， and i showed ‘em to your mom’s pussy last night. 〞 another middle finger before he’s getting comfortable bare chest in frame where he’s laying.
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that he could understand, spiky pubes were the worst. “ just wondering to how many you show your balls too. clearly a bunch. ” he replied with a laugh, obviously enjoying himself.
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〝 yeah， i trimmed my pubes， is that such a problem ? 〞 raising a brow， clearly annoyed to keep defending himself. 〝 just hop off for a minute and let me enjoy my buzz. 〞
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“ very clearly. ” well, he could say he had and itch too. right under his cock head. it was almost aching. “ must’ve been a hell of an itch to have both hands down it. ”
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〝 i wasn’t fondling， i had an itch， smart ass. 〞 he rolls his eyes， laying back down in his beg， setting the phone up on his nightstand， watching it while lying down. 〝 you could see that ? 〞
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“ meant the call, smartass. ‘bout the weed i know. ” his hand wrapped at the neck of his cock, giving it a squeeze that caused a grunt come from his part.
“ and the fondling your balls. ”
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〝 fuck you, 〞 flipping him off again with a laugh， taking one last rip from the bong before he’s coughing the smoke out， waving his hand. 〝 smoking in my bed ? pretty much daily. why ? 〞
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“ up your ass, pretty boy. ” he replied, the angle cutoff from the camera being more than enough to shove his hands under his shorts. “ now ‘m just wondering if this is a daily occasion of yours, or if i’m just lucky. ”
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〝 i forgot why but you don’t gotta sit here if you got a better place to be. 〞 pulling in another hit， flipping him off.
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“ yeah i can see— you called. ” he said, leaning back on his own desk chair. laptop in the middle of his desk amidst the mess, with the camera cutting just above his waist. “ got me wondering if you just wanted to be babysat. ”
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〝 i’m calm —— what are you on ? 〞 shaking his head， raising his bong up to pull another hit from it. 〝 did i call you or did you call me ? 〞
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“ calm down—— still would be way outta ya’ league bro. ” of course he was playing. well, maybe. letting the shirt fall on its own, though not covering him completely. “ thought weed should calm yo’ nerves. ”
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〝 woaaahh —— i’m not horny for you， the fuck. 〞 he scoffs， laughing it off， using a hand to hide the screen from his sight.
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“ enough to see you get the double hh ; high and horny. ” nothing weird from his response, even a laugh before sneaking two fingers at the hem of his shirt and lifting it. “ like what ya see ❓ ”
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〝 mmm， hmm ? how long have you been here ? 〞 a brow raised， slowly pulling his hand from his pants， smiling awkwardly.
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he’s been facetiming for a while … but no complains, just the nerd staring n smirkin’. “ hitting already ❔”
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eyes closed， bong still smoking while his hand toys with his balls in his boxers. wait， is he still on the facetime ——- ?
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