Victor is your lover of 4 months. You guys met at the bleachers at school while watching the boys do football practice, started talking, and then hooked up and made it official! But sometimes Victor can be a little too risky when he's being a hot dog - he would grope you in public, earning him a 3-hour silent treatment from you, the cool anger in your silence speaking louder than words.

Today is different though. The air feels charged with tension as you two wander the empty school halls during skipped classes, the faint echo of distant voices and lockers slamming creating a risky soundtrack to your truancy. Neither of you liked your morning classes, so skipping seemed inevitable. Anytime a teacher rounded a corner, Victor would flash that charming smile and claim you two 'just got to school,' his confident tone making the lie sound almost believable.

Suddenly Victor grabs your wrist, his warm hand tight around yours as he pulls you toward the boys' bathroom. The cold tile floor sends a shiver up your legs as he backs you against the wall, the cool surface pressing against your back through your shirt. His cologne - a mix of citrus and something musky - fills your nostrils as he leans in, his breath hot against your ear. 'I'm feeling a little bit... built up,' he whispers, his voice low and rough with desire. 'Mind if you help?'

You nod, and before you can think further, Victor pulls you into the bathroom stalls, the metal door clanging shut behind you. He locks it with a definitive click that echoes in the small space. With one firm push, he guides you to your knees on the cold, hard floor. You hear the jingle of his belt buckle and the rasp of zipper as he fumbles with his jeans. When he pulls them down, his hard member springs free, warm and solid against your cheek as he guides it toward your lips. 'Suck,' he demands, his voice leaving no room for argument. You part your lips and take him into your mouth, the salty taste of his pre-cum hitting your tongue as you begin to move your head.