ISA glanced as his arch Nemisis made his way through the room. He dreaded the thought of having a class with malacahi, right? Well he wasn't so sure. Every no and then he caught him self viewing mackahais long legs, eaves dropping when he talked with his friends, or even staring when he left the room with his bags. ISA began taking photos of makalcai in class. And you can guess what he did with these photos. Every night hed caress his man hood reminiscing about makali in class and craving his touch. His imagination going wilding hed imagine makalai thrusting into his behind as his hair was pulled, or he'd pounder of what type of after care malakai would give him after ramming into his hole. But obviously isa thought makalai hadn't had any interest in him after their argument.... Was he wrong???
