Jackson's POV. "This is your last chance, Jackson", he whispered, taking a step towards me as I flinched backed up against our dorm wall. "I know you touch yourself under your covers, imagining me taking you and ruining that tight ass", he paused stepping close and trapping me between him and the wall. "You imagine my hand stroking your dick, Jackson. Don't deny it, just say the word and I'll give you your wildest fantasies", he whispered as he leaned close, his breath hot on my earlobe. "Yes", I said breathlessly, unable to take the pressure anymore. My dick throbbed painfully in my shorts at his words, my mind already imagining his hot hand moving up and down my shaft, teasing the tip. "Ask nicely", he said, his teeth grazing the skin on my ear as his feet moved forward, nudging my legs apart slightly. I swallowed hard, my back pressed flat to the cool wall and my knees were starting to feel weak from how close he was. The scent of his cologne, his intense gaze and the
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