LOGINChapter 3
The ice bath had left Leon trembling throughout the night. When morning reached, the cold has turned into a burning fever than clung on to his skin. His head throbbed with a dull ache, and every joint in his body hurt like he had run a marathon race in his sleep.
For a moment, he considered staying at home today, but he knew he couldn’t afford to do that today.
Leon pushed himself upright, fighting the wave of dizziness as he threw his legs down from the bed.
Today was an important day for his writing.
To be blunt, someone will be having sex in the abandoned building behind the school today.
“Location research day,” he muttered under his breath as he forced himself into his uniform.
The smooth white shirt felt suffocating against his hot skin. He buttoned up his shirt tightly, the sight of his prim and proper reflection in the mirror reminded him of the role he played everyday. The pastor’s calm and obedient son.
He looked nothing like the dirty, lustful thoughts that flooded his mind everyday.
Leon sighed, brushing his hands over his tired eyes before giving himself one last look in the mirror. He turned away from the mirror, slinging his back over his shoulder and walking out of the room.
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The courtyard buzzed with the usual youthful energy as Leon walked in. Students walked in clusters, chatting and laughing loudly as they walked into the large school building. The sunlight was hot and bright, the streaks of falling on the centre of attention.
Damian.
Leon noticed him immediately.
Damian stood at the middle of a small crowd, his face beaming with a radiant smile. His varsity jacket hung effortlessly over his shoulders, the blue fabric complimenting the white uniform shirt, making him look dashing. His hair was tousled as the wind blew, and the easy smile playing on his lips made the girls around him giggle like they had heard the funniest joke ever.
He looked effortlessly stunning.
Leon slowed down, lingering at the edge of the courtyard, away from sight. He stayed in a spot where he could watch without being noticed.
No one paid attention to him anyways.
The memory of the previous nights crept into his thoughts as he kept his eyes fixed on Damian. The thought of Damian thrusting his hard cock into his asshole played in his mind like a broken record. Who would’ve the pastor’s good boy would be relieving such dirty fantasies.
Leon averted his eyes slightly, suddenly feeling a wave of shame washing over him. Before he could tear his eyes away from Damian completely, another person appeared. A tall figure walked into the sea of students, throwing an arm around Damian’s shoulder as he leaned in to say something.
Leon’s hands clenched into fists by his side. That was Aaron.
If Damian was like the sun, then Aaron was a burning meteorite. He was loud reckless and had a personality that was impossible to ignore. His reputation of changing girlfriends every week has spread across the campus. Everyone knew how much of a playboy he was.
“How dare that annoying asshole put his hands around Damian like that?” Leon hissed under his breath. “Get away from him you disgusting filthy thing.”
From across the courtyard, Leon watched painfully as Aaron laughed loudly at something Damian had said, with his hands still slung over his shoulder. The familiarity they displayed made Leon’s stomach churn painfully.
Leon hated Aaron, not because of his frivolous personality, but because of how close he was to Damian. They were like inseparable twins. If Damian were ever interested in boys, if such an impossible dream were to ever come true, Aaron would definitely be his first choice.
That thought alone made Leon’s chest tighten.
As if sensing his gaze, Damian glanced across the courtyard and their eyes met.
Leon froze immediately.
For a horrifying second, Damian looked directly at him, a blank expression on his face. Heat flooded Leon’s face, hotter than the fever he was feeling. Leon snapped his eyes away from him and swiftly made his way into the school building before embarrassment could swallow him whole.
His briskly made his way to the lecture hall and classes began immediately.
Leon struggled to focus on the lectures, through the fever that was tormenting his entire body. His head felt like it weighed a ton and the words written on the board began to blur each time he looked at it. But his mind wasn’t on the class anyway.
His mind was adamantly fixed on his goal for today.
When the bell rang finally, Leon huffed out a sigh of relief. Students flooded the halls, eager to go home, whole Leon slipped quietly to the exit at the side of the building, instead of joining the sea of students heading to the gate.
He made his way to the old school wing that was behind the main building. Inside, the air smelled like dust and old wood, just the way he remembered it. Leon moved quickly through the corridor until he reached the popular abandoned classroom.
Inside, there was a row of old sport lockers that stood against the wall. He opened one of them and climbed inside, crouching among the deflated basketballs.
He closed the metal door with a silent click and waited.
Being in this cramped space made his fever feel even more sharper. Swear gathered at the bottom of his neck and the locker air was filled with his loud breathing.
Minutes passed before he heard footsteps approaching.
The classroom door swung open and Leon went stiff. Aaron walked in first, and a girl followed closely behind him. Leon recognised her immediately. She was Sonia, the head cheerleader, a stunning and sexy girl who always caught the attention of every guy on campus.
Leon listened as they talked, Sonia laughing along with Aaron’s deep laughter than rang through his entire being. The sound of fabric rustling filled the air, and the girl gasped.
“Oh my, your cock is so big Aaron,” she cooed.
Leon’s breath hitched as he watched her unzip his pants. Aaron’s hard, veiny member sprung out of his trousers, making Leon’s eyes grow wide. This was for the novel, he told himself as he refused to tear his eyes away from the large cock.
Even though Leon had written about it so much, seeing the real thing in person made him ache with a terrible craving. The Damian that was in his novel was actually based off of Aaron.
Leon was a virgin and his little to no experience in sex. But then he happened to stumble upon Aaron having sex with a girl that gave him enough inspiration to write his novel. Ever since then, he would secretly watch Aaron whenever he could, gathering material.
But later at night, Leon would fantasize that Aaron was Damian, and he was the girl getting fucked brutally. Of course Leon was well aware that Damian in reality was gentle and sweet, nothing like how primal and rude Aaron was.
Leon watched, his throat bobbing as Sonia swallowed Aaron’s cock whole. His temperature began to rise, and he couldn’t tell if it was the fever, or the pleasure that was crawling up his spine.
Her head began to move, bobbing back and forth as she coated his hard length with saliva. Leon couldn’t ignore the throbbing arousal underneath his trousers any longer.
He grabbed it, stroking it slowly as the obscene sounds filled the air.
The sounds grew more frantic, her moans mixing with Aaron’s grunting. He grabbed a fistful of her hair, guiding her down on his cock. And then, with a growl, he pulled her to her feet.
“Bend over the desk,” he growled.
Sonia squealed, obeying almost immediately. She placed herself on the wooden surface, her ass facing him. Aaron ran his hands over her curves, before smacking her right cheek. YH yh yh yh
“You like that don’t you, you little slut,” he growled, positioning himself at her entrance.
She gasped as Aaron thrust into her. Leon moved his hands faster over his throbbing cock, his breath coming out as shallow rasps. The sound of flesh slapping together felt like it was being injected directly into Leon’s burning veins.
Each thrust from Aaron made Leon’s ass tighten, as if he could feel a phantom cock, ramming inside of him. He imagined himself in the girl’s place, Aaron’s weight pressed against his back, the scrape of his jeans at the back of his thighs as he plunged into him.
The thought was so intense, the tip of his cock began to leak with pre-cum as he stroked harder.
Aaron’s hips moved frantically and after a few more strokes, the girl screamed, her body a sea of spams. Leon reeled over the edge at the same time, hot semen exploding out of his cock.
“Ah!” the sound slipped out of his lips before he could control himself.
The air froze at that moment. The cheerleader snapped her head around, her eyes alert.
“What? What the hell was that?” she asked frantically.
Leon slapped a hand to his mouth immediately, his heart hammering against his ribs. The scent of sweat and semen filled the tight locker space, and Leon pressed his back against the locker, trying to blend into the shadows.
Shit, Leon thought, my cover has definitely been blown
Chapter 155Leon stared at the message until the words burned into his vision.Anonymous: Well well well. If it isn’t my little mouse.The nickname hit exactly the way it always did—condescending, intimate, and designed to remind him that the person on the other end had been watching longer than Leon liked to admit. He glanced around the second floor of the library. No one was close. The college students near the windows were buried in their laptops. The sleeping man hadn’t moved. Still, Leon angled the phone lower and typed with stiff fingers.Leon: Can you do it or not.The reply came fast.Anonymous: Straight to business. No ‘hello’? No ‘missed me’? I’m wounded, mouse. It’s been months. I was starting to think you’d finally grown a spine and deleted my number.Leon’s jaw tightened.Leon: I need a video taken down. Every copy. Cloud, phones, backups. It’s being used to blackmail me. Can you scrub it or not.Anonymous: Blackmail. How dramatic. Send me what you have. The file, any sti
Chapter 154Leon walked the twelve blocks to the library with the apple untouched in his hand. The skin had already warmed from his palm. He turned it over once, then again, but never brought it to his mouth. Eating felt like something that belonged to a different version of the day—one in which he had not stood in a church hallway while four girls held his future between their phones.The library was half-empty when he arrived. Sunday afternoons always were. A few college students occupied the long tables near the windows. An older man slept upright in one of the armchairs with an open newspaper across his chest. The air smelled of paper and the faint lemon cleaner the staff used on the desks. Leon chose a table in the far corner on the second floor, where the shelves of bound periodicals created a partial wall and the only camera sat too far away to read a phone screen clearly.He set the apple down. He opened his backpack. He took out a textbook he had no intention of reading and p
Chapter 153Margaret stood at the kitchen sink long after the water had run clear. The chicken and rice were finished and covered. The counters were wiped. Her hands remained under the faucet, the temperature turned cold, as if the chill could slow the thoughts moving through her. Upstairs the attic room was exactly as she had left it. The wardrobe drawer sat slightly uneven again. The T-shirt-wrapped bundle remained taped in its place. She had put everything back because she did not yet know what else to do with the knowledge.She dried her hands and leaned against the counter. The house was quiet except for the distant murmur of her husband’s voice in the study. In that quiet the past began to surface, not as a single memory but as a long chain of small moments she had filed away under safer explanations.Leon had always been a careful child.She remembered him at four, sitting on the living-room floor with a set of wooden blocks while other boys from church families raced toy cars
Chapter 152Margaret waited until the house settled into its usual Sunday afternoon quiet. Her husband had gone into the study with the door half-closed, the low murmur of his voice carrying through as he reviewed notes for the evening prayer meeting. The chicken and rice simmered on low heat. The kitchen was clean. There was nothing left that required her hands.She climbed the narrow stairs to the attic room.The door was unlocked, the way it always was. Leon never locked it; privacy had never been something the household encouraged. Margaret stepped inside and closed the door softly behind her. The air smelled faintly of laundry detergent and the cedar sachets she kept in the drawers. The single attic window let in a washed-out gray light that fell across the narrow bed, the small desk, the bookshelf stacked with textbooks and church study guides. Everything looked orderly. Everything looked like the room of a careful, obedient son.She stood still for a long moment, listening to t
Chapter 151The house felt quieter than usual when Margaret stepped through the front door. The morning service, the women’s meeting, the weight of the phone in her hand—all of it followed her inside like a second shadow. She set her purse on the small table near the entrance, slipped off her shoes, and stood for a moment in the hallway listening to the familiar settling sounds of the house. The refrigerator hummed. A floorboard creaked upstairs. Somewhere in the attic room Leon was moving around, the soft thud of his footsteps reaching her through the ceiling.She did not go up to him.Instead she walked into the kitchen, tied an apron over her navy dress, and began the ordinary work of a Sunday afternoon. The potluck at church had fed them lightly, but her husband would expect a proper meal later. She opened the refrigerator, took out chicken thighs, onions, garlic, and a handful of carrots. The knife felt steady in her hand as she began chopping. The rhythmic sound of the blade aga
Chapter 150Margaret kept the phone in her hand longer than she meant to. The chem-lab footage looped a second time, then a third, before she forced her thumb to stop it. The silence in the fellowship room pressed against her ears. No one spoke. They were waiting.She handed the device back to Helen with careful fingers, as if it might burn her.“Where did this come from, exactly?” Her voice sounded distant to her own ears.Helen locked the screen and slipped the phone into her purse. “One of the yearbook students stayed late to finish layouts. She was filming empty hallways for some project and caught the end of it through the lab doorway. She didn’t realize what she had until later. Then she sent it to a few of the girls. Olivia brought it to me yesterday. We agreed you needed to see it before anyone else did.”Patricia spoke next, her tone gentle but firm. “We know this is a shock. Leon has always been such a good boy. Quiet. Respectful. Helpful in the church. None of us wanted to
Chapter 5By the time Leon had walked through the front door of his house, the world began to spin. The fever had not subsided. If anything, it had gotten worse. His face burned as the hallway seemed to titled as he walked through it. The familiar scent of Oakwood drifted through the house, mixing
Chapter 4The entire classroom was plunged into an eerie silence. It didn’t take long for the sound of flesh slapping together to resume. The squelching sounds coming from Aaron sliding his cock in and out of her wet hole filled the air.Leon was a trembling mess. His heart slammed against his ribs
Chapter 2The computer turned on with soft hum that sounded deafening to Leon’s ears. He squeezed his eyes shut tightly, his nails digging crescent moon shapes into his skin as he braced for impact. He was expecting his father’s voice to thunder in the room. He expected scriptures to tear from his
Chapter 1Leon was hunched over his desk, the blue glow of his computer reflecting on his sweet filled face. His room was filled with silence and the only sound slicing through the air was him clicking away at his keyboard. The words he typed didn’t register in his eyes. Instead, they took form, i







