Sucking Cock In The Darkroom Pt 3

Bryan hammered his cock against his prostate again and again. Jeremy grunted with each thrust. “Missed. This. Love. You. So. Much.”
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The parking lot was flooded with a hazy artificial orange from the buzzing streetlights when Jeremy burst through the side doors of Wilson Hall. He haphazardly pulled on his pants and Bryan’s shirt then took off running. He didn’t want to go back to his room yet, not while the tears were still hot on his face. So he ran, barefoot, in the opposite direction of home.
The campus was essentially deserted on a late spring Saturday night, so there was no one to see the disheveled, half-dressed young man running across the central lawn, toward nothing but the darkness. He didn’t feel the stones and branches cutting into his feet, didn’t feel the chill, barely saw enough through his tears to avoid falling.
He was furious with Bryan for putting him in that position, furious with Carson for the hateful things he said, but most of all furious with himself, and it was the kind of helpless fury that ate away at him from the inside.
This is what I was afraid of, he thought bitterly. What I have always been afraid of.
He knew better. He had always known he needed to be careful, to make deliberate moves, not these impulsive behaviors that Bryan pushed him into.
That’s not fair, Franken, his rational side told him. He doesn’t push you anywhere you don’t want to go. You’re just mad that you got caught.
Stupid rational side.
He slumped to the ground under one of the oldest trees on campus, out on the edge of the property near the library. The streetlights didn’t reach out far enough to hit him, so he let himself rest in the darkness, the damp earth beneath him.
Even with...