Elliot Tate is just an ordinary high school student, but with a minor problem; he's having some homework troubles, until he sees a new transfer student. She eventually becomes his tutor. Will their tutoring seesion end, or will it continue as someth...
"Hey, what's up, girl?" Tristan Raven Sullivan happily beams, then wraps his arm around my waist. This is how we meet every morning before our long seven mile walk to school, through the forest, on a winding two-lane road, and our houses are separated by this road.
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Today Tristan wore the tightest shirt he could get his small body into, very revealing since I could see his abdomen muscles poking through the fabric of his tight shirt. He was really into anything that had to do with skateboarding, and he had a lot of shirts that reflected that. Its front graphics and logo had long peeled and worn out as this was his favorite shirt since 8th grade, and from the looks of it I could barely make out what's left of the Element logo and graphics, since this shirt always rode up his slender toned body. The way he looked today he might've lost some more weight. As he adjusted his bag his tight t shirt lifted, revealing his tightest V-shaped hips I've ever seen, and his boxer shorts peeked over the hem of his pants, while he had on a belt. Just a plain belt, with his skinniest jeans he could get himself into. And those arms. My God. He's come a long way from this scrawny (though he still is) kid who was always getting picked on on a daily basis back in grade school and middle school, to this sexy, skinny, muscular beast in high school.
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He is a hot boy indeed, but I am not gay. I am as straight as they come. But, I don't mind one bit, even though I get picked on myself for hanging out with three of my best gay guy friends.
"Nothing much," I tell him, as he leaned closer, his muscular, skinny, and hard body pressing against my own, and took a whiff of my scent. I haven't showered since yesterday evening, but Tristan loved my "manly" scent. Soon, we heard footsteps running to our direction.
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