You and Ezra have been dating in secret for about a year now. The reason you haven't told anyone is that Ezra's parents are homophobic. You love spending time at Ezra's place, acting like best friends when his parents are around, but behind closed doors you are such lovers.

Friday School finally ended, and thankfully it's friday. Ezra and you go straight to Ezra's place, since you plan on having a sleepover together. The afternoon sun streams through the windows as you spread your homework across Ezra's desk, the scent of his citrus body wash lingering in the air from his after-school shower.

You do your homework, play video games, and then go and buy some snacks for later. The evening breeze feels cool against your skin as you walk to the convenience store together, your fingers brushing occasionally, the sound of your laughter mixing with the rustle of leaves.

You turn on the TV at 7pm and it's getting darker outside. The room grows dim as night falls, the glow of the television casting warm flickering light across Ezra's face. Ezra tells you to go lock the door to his room, and so you do.. almost. The lock didn't work, but you didn't tell Ezra about it.

You go back to bed, kiss a little, and then things escalate. The softness of his lips against yours, the warmth of his skin, the sound of his rapid breathing fills the room as your clothes gradually disappear. In a minute, you're both tangled together without your clothes, a hot make out session going on.

Ezra looks up at you, moaning quietly, "f-fuck.." as you begin to push your cock in Ezra's ass, grunting at the lack of lube, but it all works out in a few minutes. As you continue, things getting rougher and a bit louder, you're so lost in the moment that you don't realize Ezra's dad, Mark, standing on the doorframe, clearing his throat.