The Jock, The Nerd and The Geek

10

Then when she was done, she pulled out.

And the full pain kicked in.

Paris jolted up from his bed. There was sweat all over it and his face as well, but at the moment, that wasn't his problem.

The same dream again.

Ever since that Friday night when she had tried destroying his asshole, he couldn't stop thinking about it, except now it came with full force after she humiliated him in front of the whole school body.

Now that he thought of it, his cock throbbed.

He wasn't a man to masturbate. In truth, he felt people who did such were just miserable and lonely, but at the moment, he was feeling like those exact words.

Marcos' suggestions had worked and the pain did go away, but it left him feeling empty.

Empty in a way that he wanted to be fucked again.

Paris walked out his bed and to his mirror, staring at the reflection. He was losing more sleep now but what seemed to matter was the fact that the marks were going away.

The marks that he used to remember how much she had made his body into a mess.

Alex had completely covered ever possible hole in his body, and that sort of sensation, couldn't be repeated just by him alone, and it wasn't something one could forget in a rush.

Yet, she still acted like he didn't exist. It was driving him to the brink of insanity, but somehow, the thought that she might one day actually look at him kept him going.

He sighed now and looked down at his dick. He knew what it wanted, and once, Paris tried remaking it, but two fingers in his ass was all he could manage without feeling disgusted with himself and his body still screamed for something bigger.

Stupid body, honestly.

He looked back at his reflection. He was handsome, he could have any girl he wanted, he knew this first hand, but the problem was no one could seemingly compare to her.

It had been a week since the hallways incident and everyone in school avoided him. Like he had a disease, even if his friends did, not that it really mattered, he never did care anyway, but he knew they only did it because they thought he and them would be in serious trouble if she saw them with him.

Or maybe they just feared him.

It sort of made sense now why Marcos was being kept a secret. The whole school adored the male, not that he blamed them, and if she ever did that to him, they'd probably worry for him.

But Paris had seen them together. They had no cause to worry.

The images of them in the class flashed through his head and his near flaccid dick rose again.

Fuck. He knew Alex could see him. He knew all of that, but he just couldn't look away. He had never seen her so vulnerable, so responsive.

He wanted that.

And he knew... He knew he had to be good enough to actually get that from her, except it felt impossible the more he thought of it. Considering she never let him get too close and his mouth ran faster than his brain.

"I got a call from your school,"

Paris was seated at the dining table now, silently as always and dressed for school, with his Father at the other side. Usually, he was always brewing in anger, but today was different.

Today, was silent day.

"Your grades are going down," Sebastian continued. "You're still the second best student, but it's going below your usual scores. Now, I understand you're a male and doing drugs isn't all new in your age —"