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“It’s gonna get boring,” Derek says as they wedge themselves out of my doorframe.

“It won’t.”

Dillon asks, “Who’s calling? Is it a girl?”

“Nope. I’ll be there in a minute.”

“Is it Coach?”

“Fuckin-A, Dildo. Can I get a minute here? I’ll be down. And we’re gonna play football. You guys both swing a mallet for shit.”

They chuckle and finally head down the hall.

I open the message as soon as they’re gone. My breath catches when I try to inhale. My heart is already working overtime.

Sullivan

i got my first algebra assignment. it’s four chapters and i already have a headache. can i give you my login?

Me

or I could help you learn algebra. its not totally useless

Sullivan

who do I need to blow to avoid that?

I put my left hand over my hardening dick and type out a response with my right.

Me

not sure how well that would go over at my kitchen table.

Sullivan

Do you not have a room at your mansion?

Me

what makes you think I live in a mansion?

i mean, I guess some people would call it a mansion

and yes, I do have a room but no one has any boundaries here

Sullivan

mansions don’t have locks?

Me

bc that wouldn’t look weird asf

Sullivan

u realize Im being serious right??

I blink several times and have to grab another breath out of the suddenly very thin air.