CRAVING DEMIEN'S COCK 1I had always been the quiet, shy one in class, the guy who sat at the back, barely spoke, and blushed whenever anyone looked at me too long. No one knew the truth. No one knew that every single day I was burning for Demien — our college president.Demien was everything I wasn’t. Tall, dangerously handsome, with sharp cheekbones, messy dark hair, and a bad-boy smirk that made girls, boys, (and me) weak. He rode a black motorcycle to campus, always had a different girl on his arm, and carried himself like he owned the world. He was notorious for chasing pussy, and that fact crushed me every time I heard another rumor. I knew I had zero chance.So I suffered in silence.At night, I would lock my bedroom door, pull up his Instagram and TikTok handles, and stroke my cock furiously while staring at his pictures. I imagined him pinning me down, calling me his good boy, and fucking me senseless. I’d cum hard all over my stomach just thinking about his tongue in my mout
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