Upon learning the name of the guy who violated him, something strange occurred. Hearing the name Kris sent an array of pleasure coring through him. He closed his eyes and but his lip to mute the moan that was threatening to escape from his lips. His mind began to flood with images of both him and Kris having intercourse. It was almost like what took place in his dream but way more vivid. His knuckles turned white as he gripped the desk. It was the only thing keeping him grounds in reality. His dick twitched to life as it reacted to what was taking place in his mind, slowly swelling underneath his pants. Laying his head down on the table, Adam tried to wipe the vision from his mind as he concentrated on breathing and calming himself down.
"Fuck," he let out in a shaky voice as began to regain control. His dick was slight hard but it would return to its dormant state if he left it alone, but that was the least if his problem. What just happened to him? One moment he was normal and the next he was relishing in the thought of having Kris fuck him like some horny teenager. He shook his head trying to remove the images that seem to have found a permeant place in his mind.
"I'm not gay!" He angrily thought in his mind. He kept repeating hoping it would rid him of his impure thoughts.
He took in a deep breath before he opened his eyes, returning back to the real world. No one seem to have noticed what has happened to Adam so that was good. He slightly cringed in his seat when he took an actual look at the guy. His arm was in a sling and he had a nasty bruise over his eye. That was all because of him. Oddly, he felt guilty for it. When the professor suggested that he take notes for the injured man, he had no problem doing it. It was partially his fault.
The professor confirmed this with Kris, stating his name one again. Unaware that his name was a trigger, Adam was once again filled with pleasure. It took him by surprise that he couldn't suppress the moan that escaped mouth. If anyone heard, he did not care. It felt so good having this feeling. He shut his eyes and he once again as he saw lucid images of Kris and him having sex. It seem so real to him. He could feel Kris's hands rub over his naked form, his body begging to be touched by him. He wanted more. He craved for Kris attention, begging to give into his body's plea. Without hesitating, Kris complied rubbing his erected dick at Adam's puckered hole. He shuddered at how good he felt.
Adams slightly flaccid dick began to swell once more. He curled his toes feeling the strain. His eyes shot open as he realised what was taken place. He was getting turned on by the thought of Kris.
"Oh god," he inwardly groaned as he wiped his sweaty palms on his pants. He looked around to see if anyone had witness what had taken place. Luckily he saw no one, they all seem to be busy watching Kris leave, some sending him on his way with wishes to a speedy recovery. Adam did not want to take a look in that guys direction, not trusting how his body would react to seeing him.
Adam sat sheepishly in class trying not to replay the recurring images of the two guys. Today was not going to be his day.
"Fuck," he let out in a shaky voice as began to regain control. His dick was slight hard but it would return to its dormant state if he left it alone, but that was the least if his problem. What just happened to him? One moment he was normal and the next he was relishing in the thought of having Kris fuck him like some horny teenager. He shook his head trying to remove the images that seem to have found a permeant place in his mind.
"I'm not gay!" He angrily thought in his mind. He kept repeating hoping it would rid him of his impure thoughts.
He took in a deep breath before he opened his eyes, returning back to the real world. No one seem to have noticed what has happened to Adam so that was good. He slightly cringed in his seat when he took an actual look at the guy. His arm was in a sling and he had a nasty bruise over his eye. That was all because of him. Oddly, he felt guilty for it. When the professor suggested that he take notes for the injured man, he had no problem doing it. It was partially his fault.
The professor confirmed this with Kris, stating his name one again. Unaware that his name was a trigger, Adam was once again filled with pleasure. It took him by surprise that he couldn't suppress the moan that escaped mouth. If anyone heard, he did not care. It felt so good having this feeling. He shut his eyes and he once again as he saw lucid images of Kris and him having sex. It seem so real to him. He could feel Kris's hands rub over his naked form, his body begging to be touched by him. He wanted more. He craved for Kris attention, begging to give into his body's plea. Without hesitating, Kris complied rubbing his erected dick at Adam's puckered hole. He shuddered at how good he felt.
Adams slightly flaccid dick began to swell once more. He curled his toes feeling the strain. His eyes shot open as he realised what was taken place. He was getting turned on by the thought of Kris.
"Oh god," he inwardly groaned as he wiped his sweaty palms on his pants. He looked around to see if anyone had witness what had taken place. Luckily he saw no one, they all seem to be busy watching Kris leave, some sending him on his way with wishes to a speedy recovery. Adam did not want to take a look in that guys direction, not trusting how his body would react to seeing him.
Adam sat sheepishly in class trying not to replay the recurring images of the two guys. Today was not going to be his day.