New to the Technical Course - ALL MARGINAL
I'd noticed him a few times before. A young man from technical school, about 19, dark-skinned, thin, with a boyish demeanor, that outcast style that caught my attention right away. Always wearing baggy shorts, a simple t-shirt, and sandals, with the attitude of someone who didn't care about anything. His gaze was intense, but with that air of someone who doesn't admit it, as if he were hiding a fire that just needed to be lit. One night, when he got out of class, I offered him a ride. He hesitated for a second, but got in the car and threw his backpack in the backseat. The atmosphere was awkward at first, but the tension was there, thick. When I parked near his house, he looked at me sideways, bit his lip, and said: "Come tomorrow afternoon, we'll talk." I spent the whole day thinking about it. The next afternoon, I parked on a deserted street near his house. He walked calmly, got into the car, closed the door, and looked at me seriously. We were silent for a few seconds, until he grabbed me by the back of the neck and kissed me, fast, hard, as if he'd been saving it. His hand went straight down to my waist, turning me over in the seat. I was already hard just from feeling the weight of his breath. The kiss was rough, urgent. When I slipped my hand into his loose shorts, I felt it immediately: his cock was thick, hot, throbbing, much bigger than I'd expected. He laughed with that way of someone who enjoys being desired. "I knew you wanted this," he murmured, pushing me gently against the seat. Without further ado, he took off his shirt and pulled down his shorts. His well-endowed cock was exposed, hard, throbbing. My desire exploded instantly, and I couldn't resist: I lowered my mouth to him, sucking deeply, my tongue licking every vein, swallowing as much as I could. He moaned softly, but with that restrained straight man attitude, as if trying to hold on. He held my head firmly and thrust deeply, eagerly. After a while, he pulled me back up, turned me over, and pulled down my shorts. He placed the head of his hot cock between my legs and, without delay, penetrated me. The sensation was intense, brutal, direct. He was active, dominant, and he made it clear in his strong rhythm, firm thrusts that made my body slam into the seat. I moaned loudly, gripping the upholstery as he fucked me hard, relentlessly. The car rocked, the windows fogged up, and the smell of sex filled the space. Each thrust was deeper, heavier, and I could feel his hot breath against the back of my neck. He sped up even more, moaning softly, his cock throbbing inside me. When he reached the limit, he pulled out quickly, pulling out and slamming his cock against my ass. With loud groans, he came all over my buttocks, hot, smearing my skin. We were panting, breathing heavily. He adjusted his shorts, still laughing mockingly. "No one can know this... but it was fucking good." And I knew it wouldn't be the last time.
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