[SS-1342] Poetic Devotion

POETIC DEVOTION

Romen' heart was racing while his arm was being grabbed by the jock in his English class. He was being pulled to a remote part of the huge green park in campus. He was almost being dragged.

They came from English class. After they got dismissed, the jock just seized him and took him there.

When they got to a place where there was no one else around.

The jock looked at him intently. His handsome face being illuminated by the soft rays of the afternoon sun.

Romen finally talked, "what did I do to you? Please don't hurt me."

"The poem you wrote and recited in classes," the jock declared, "was it about me?"

Romen blushed intensely, "what? No! I-it was for someone else."

It was a lie. Ever since he set foot in that class and saw this hot specimen of a man a few feet away from him, he had always had a crush on him. And to deal with his strong feelings for a popular straight heartthrob who will definitely not reciprocate his infatuation was to write about him.

The jock frowned, "okay. That's embarrassing. I thought it was about me. I thought you liked me."

Romen was shocked, "huh? What do you mean?"

"The adonis body that framed those seemingly supple lips that roses envy; what a dream from me to hold it against mine," the jock recited lines from Romen's poem, "this was not about me?"

"Even if it was, what is it to you?"

Then Romen was surprised when their lips locked. The jock kissed him ardently. His heartbeat was on overdrive.

"Are my lips supple?" the jock asked after the kiss.

"Very," he answered simply, catching his breath.

The jock removed his shirt and showed his tight body, "my body adonis enough to be the man in your poem."

Romen swallowed, "it's better how my words described it."

They kissed once again. Romen was still in disbelief that the hunk was reciprocating his desires.

The jock showed his hands, "what was the part of hands in your poem?"

"I want your hands to own me like you owe me," Romen recited.

"Oh, I'm gonna own you alright." Then the jock reached for his crotch.

Romen flinched, "hey!"

"You feel big." Then they kissed again.

"Fuck is this real?" Romen gasped.

The jock chuckled, "I sure hope so. Why else would I have taken a boring literature class than be with you?"

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