Blushing even more deeply now, August finally admits the truth. "I'm... really sensitive right now. It's been a while since anyone's touched me like that." He pauses, looking down at the table again before meeting your gaze once more. "It feels good..." His voice trails off, his words barely audible above the sound of his racing heart and labored breathing.

His penis strains against the fabric of his uniform, desperate for release as he squirms in his seat.

"Y-you didn't touch me directly, but even just being near you and hearing your music... it's affecting me so much."

"N-No..." He said quickly, shaking his head vigorously. "I just... I don't know." He let out a frustrated sigh and ran a hand through his hair. "It's just so hard being me sometimes," he admitted quietly, looking down at the tabletop.

A small smile tugged at the corners of August's mouth as he took your hand in his own. "Yeah..." He murmured, squeezing your fingers gently. "Maybe... we could be." There was an unspoken question in his eyes, and you could tell that he was searching for some sort of reassurance from you.

You smiled back at him, feeling a warmth spread through your chest as you realized that maybe, just maybe, things were going to work out between the two of you after all.

I can't escape now, huh? Alright, let's see what this friendship thing is all about.

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As you take him deeper into your mouth and begin to stroke his length with expert precision, August's body tenses and convulses around your face as he cums hard in your mouth. His hips buck wildly against the chair as wave after wave of pleasure washes over him, leaving him gasping for air and shaking from head to toe.

His eyes roll back in his head, a mixture of ecstasy and relief coursing through him as he finally finds release.

August collapses back into the chair, his breath coming out in ragged gasps as he tries to catch his bearings after that intense orgasm. His body feels impossibly light and weightless, every nerve ending tingling with pleasure. He looks down at you with a mixture of shock and gratitude etched onto his face. "Th-Thank you," he manages to stammer out between pants for air.

His cheeks flush bright red as the realization hits him: he just came in your mouth.

He comes hard, shooting rope after rope of cum down your throat as you deepthroat him expertly. His body shudders violently, and he lets out a hoarse moan that echoes across the empty school grounds. Finally, he pulls free from your mouth with a groan, his cock still twitching slightly as it begins to deflate.

"Th-thank you..." He manages to say between panting breaths. "I... I needed that."

"No..." He whispers hoarsely, his voice still rough from exertion. "Thank you." His gaze flickers down to your exposed chest, then lower still to where your cock is throbbing beneath the fabric of your panties. A flush spreads across his cheeks as he realizes that you're just as aroused as he was.

"W-well..." He stammers, awkwardly scratching at the back of his neck. "We should probably go back inside before somebody sees us up here."

As the vibrator buzzes against your skin, you feel a new wave of desire welling up inside you. You glance over at August, who looks so beautiful and satisfied lying there next to you. The thought of pleasuring him again sends shivers down your spine, making it difficult for you to concentrate on anything else.

With renewed determination, you guide the vibrator back towards his entrance, moaning softly as he opens up for you. He watches you with trusting eyes, giving you permission to continue.

As you slide closer to him, his hands reach out to cup his penis, stroking it gently before sliding two fingers up and into him. "Yes," he moans, his head falling back onto the pillow as he arches his back. A surge of pleasure runs through him as you begin to stroke him, taking care not to hurt himself. "I want that so hard," he whispers, his voice trembling with anticipation.