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Lance looked up at the ceiling, feeling disappointed and unsatisfied.
Allura just finished putting her top back on and began to put her hair back up in a ponytail to hide the sex-hair.
She smiled and crawled onto the bed and looked at Lance, “I had fun.” She smiled and tickled his chest, “I’m glad I insisted we go back to your place.”
Lance gave a smile and sat up, “yea I’m glad you enjoyed yourself.”
Allura smiled and got up, “I best be going, I got a major test in chemistry tomorrow.” She rolled her eyes and smiled, “see you around.” She smiled and walked off taking her bag with her and disappeared out of sight as she shut the door.
Lance groaned and flopped back onto the bed, “I’m glad you had fun.” He rolled his eyes and put his hand to his soft cock, he didn’t even cum! He groaned and shoved his face in the pillow and sighed, sex wasn’t what he expected it to be.
When he lost it senior year of high school he knew he was nervous and didn’t perform well. When he tried to relax it just got awkward and he couldn’t get it up and becoming embarrassed didn’t do him any better.
Maybe he then thought eating girls out and fingering them would cause them to blow him in return and then he could at least cum. But none of them wanted to return the favor.
He deleted his dating websites and instead made accounts on Kinky websites, hoping maybe a Mistress would make him cum. Not too long after he set up his account of his username being “cumboy” he deleted it, after a Mistress threatened to send his pictures all over.
Sex…he liked it right? He enjoyed masturbating and watching porn but when it came to the actual act…it was…well…disappointing.
He usually covered this up and exaggerated the stories he told his friends. He would lie and say they did things he hasn’t ever done. What makes it worse is he has a drawer of toys that he wants to use but…no one wants to even try.
Allura was a nice girl, she was beautiful and every boy wanted to fuck her. She knew this fact and she put herself out there. It didn’t bother Lance that she was a playgirl, because hell she was hot. She was in first-year college and Lance promised himself after high school he would go to her college and fuck her good. But…yea not happening.
He looked at the clock and read the time, 9:00. His parents and his younger siblings would be back from the school talent show.
He got out of bed slowly and looked at his wrists, they shone with clear scars of cuts that were made in the last few weeks.
His stomach dropped and he felt utterly used, disappointed, alone and lost. His shoulders slumped and fear of forever being alone lingered in the back of his mind. To ease his mind he walked over to his desk and pulled out a switchblade and slowly cut another line and watched it bleed. It was a bad habit he admits it. It’s not pretty, it’s rather girly people would say. Men don’t cut! He rolled his eyes, he didn’t care, just some way to show himself how much he was hurting, how alone he was. A reminder.
He threw on his clothes and walked out of his bedroom and headed to the kitchen to get the sweets on the table to congratulate his younger siblings for making it into the talent show. Luis and Rachel burst through the doors talking with excitement. “We’re home!” Lance’s mother smiled and put their coats in the closet as his dad locked the door behind her.
“Lance!” His mother smiled, “oh good boy, I’m glad to see you got the sweets ready!” She kissed his cheek, “your older Sister Veronica called. She said she is coming over tomorrow isn’t that exciting?”
Lance nodded, “yes mama, I haven’t seen her in ages.”
Veronica went to school three hours away from them. She was in the second year and she studied health care. She wanted to be a surgeon. Whenever she came down to visit was during the reading week, or for vacation.
But when she came over Lance felt like a middle child. She was so accomplished and Lance’s parents loved that about her. They also praised his older brother Marco and his wife Lisa who had two kids of their own.
His younger siblings, so close in age always were spoiled.
Lance…Lance loved his family he did, but ever since Veronica went off to college something happened. And he didn’t like it.
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Lance walked into biology and noticed someone who he had never seen before. A slender boy with dark raven hair – in a mullet no less – sat in the back of the glass by the window seat. He didn’t see Lance as he was busy texting on his phone with a disappointed look on his face.
“Um…are you lost?” Lance asked confused as the boy shrugged, “this is room 230 right?”
“Yes.” Lance put his books down.
“Than I’m not lost.” The boy looked up, “just early. You got a problem with that?”
Lance shook his head, “no.”
“Okay.” He went back to texting. Lance noticed that he was wearing black jeans and a top with a red sweater, halfway done up. His wrists had black jelly bracelets which could only mean one thing in this stupid high school, oral sex.
“Are you new?” Lance sat down and organized his stuff.
The boy nodded, not taking his eyes off his phone.
“Names Lance.”
“Keith.”
“Lance! I have the report I thought I lost!” Hunk ran into the room and put the report down, “I had it in my cookbook.” He laughed and ran his hand through his hair.
“Awesome!” Lance looked it over as Hunk sat down, “who’s the new guy?” He whispered looking at Keith.
“Keith.” Lance rolled his eyes, “he thinks he’s Mr.Macho. Wonder what Mr.Shirogane will say.”
Mr.Shirogane, their biology teacher. He didn’t tolerate stupidity or cockiness. He was the strictest teacher according to everyone but he had one good thing about him. He was smoking hot! Like out of the covers of PlayGirl magazine, he was fucking gorgeous! People would lie and say that they got to second or third base with him. Or say stories that they watched his porn videos, or sent nudes to him.
No one ever questioned who he was dating but made up stories of who he was dating. It was pretty annoying but Lance did sometimes find himself wondering, what did Mr.Shirogane do after school?
“You three are here early,” Mr.Shirogane said walking in and put his briefcase down on the desk.
“Wanted to hand in our report Sir.” Lance stood up and walked over with the report and handed it to him.
Mr.Shirogane took the page and glanced at Lance’s wrists. Lance knew he was looking and quickly retracted his hand, “all in good order Sir.”
He took it and looked it over, Lance always wondered what happened to his right hand. It was a prosthetic and he never mentioned the story of how it came to be this way. But no one seemed to care because they were caught up on his looks.
“It is,” Mr.Shirogane smiled, “can’t wait to read it. You mind if we talk after class?”
Lance went still, “am I in trouble Sir?”
Mr.Shirogane smiled, “ no.”
“Oh, well I need to kind of be in English, which is the second period…I can meet after school?”
“It’s booked.”
“Oh did Hunk find the report?” Pidge asked walking in fixing her glasses, “I do have a copy too.”
“Well no need Pidge, Hunk and Lance are on the case!”
She smiled and sat down. Katie aka Pidge was ahead of her other classmates. She was in grade 11 but took most of her courses at the grade 12 level. Lance always made sure to be partnered with her for projects.
The class slowly trickled in James and his gang made quit the entrance as he walked over to Keith, “names James.” He stuck out his hand. Keith looked up at him, “Keith.”
James retracted his hand and looked at him, “maybe you’ll try out for Soccer this season? We already have a team but Lance needs to be replaced.” He smirked looking at Lance.
“Hey!” Lance shouted causing Mr.Shirogane to stop writing on the chalkboard and turn around, “class is about to begin, please find your seats and settle down.” He gave a stern look which caused Lance to look down in shame.
James snickered and sat at the back of the class and started playing footsies with the girl beside him.
For most of the class Lance was too tired to even concentrate, but the groans that filled the classroom caused Lance to awaken from his daydream.
“To top it off, I’ve already assigned you, partners.”
“Partners?” Lance whispered to Pidge. She nodded and finished taking down her notes, “for the next report.”
Lance groaned and slouched in his chair.
“When I assign you your partner, pick up the rubric and you’re free to go. Ina and…”
Lance looked at Pidge and prayed to god he got her as a partner. But she was called and was working with a girl named Romelle, the dumb one they called her. Positive that’s why they’re partnered up, Pidge can teach anyone anything. Good move Mr.Shirogane.
“Lance and Keith.”
Lance looked at Keith who just looked out the window.
“New guy. Good luck.” Hunk smiled as Lance got up and grabbed the rubric, not looking Mr.Shirogane in the eye. He walked over to Keith, “so um we’re partners.”
“And you probably don’t know what this report is about, do you?”
Lance growled, “I bet you don’t.”
“I do, meet me in the library if you can fourth period. I’m free then.” He picked up his bag and walked out.
Lance didn’t like this guy one bit.