[Xtra]

Adam found himself begging for Kris to cum within him. Something about feeling Kris's cock deep in his ass felt right. As Kris reached his climax, Adam was able to do the same. His orgasim sent waves of pleasure though out him. He laid in his bed catching his breath as he basked in the slight buzz he got from the orgasim. 

Adam was awaken from his strange dream with sweat slicked over his body and a small pool of his own cum in his boxers. He groaned as he made his way to his bathroom so he could shower. 

"What is wrong with me?" 

Adam could not believe he had a sex dream about another guy. He wasn't gay. It probably was mistake. Maybe his mind was under a bit of stress from the picture ordeal. He just needed to fuck a female soon so that he could feel manly once more. 

Pleased with his resolution, he picked up his soap and began to lather has body with it. Two things seemed to be wrong. One was his soap. He could remember having something that smelled so fruity. Maybe so girl left it and he happens to pick it up. It actually smelled quite nice so he didn't seem all that bothered with it. He could just mask the scent with cologne of anything and the second thing was this fullness he felt in his abdominal area. After rinsing off the soap, he noticed he was slightly bloated. Not putting two and two together, he just wrote it off as him being lazy. He needed to put in extra effort at the gym now. 

Being satisfied with his wash off, Adam got out his shower and began to get ready for his morning class.

"Now what to wear?" 

Pulling open his closet door he was puzzled to see what was hidden within it. Too many bright, flamboyant colours. These weren't his usually neural or dark tone attire. A frown crept into his face as tried to come to a conclusion of where his actual clothes went. Maybe he would have better luck in his drawers. No such luck there either. Where were his actual clothes. 

Adam gave a irritated sigh as weighed his options. He could miss class and try to find the culprit behind this crime joke or go to class and look like one of those gay faggots. If he miss class he wouldn't be aloud to tend practice. Sure one practice missed would be okay if you were a normal athlete but he wasn't normal. He was the star athlete and he had and image to uphold as one. 

With much hesitation, Adam picked up a pink v-neck. It was slightly more tighter than he would have liked. It added emphasis to his bloated stomach area but he had to deal for the time being. He pulled on a pair of black skinny jeans and some black vans. He didn't want to bother looking in the mirror. He knew he was a sight to behold. Praying no one of importance would see him, he walked out his front door and made a quick walk to class.