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From: [email protected]
To: [email protected]
Date: 5/5/2023 9:12 a.m.
Subject: Notes from yesterday
Hi fellow lit seminarians,
I missed class yesterday due to a stomach bug. All better now. Is anyone willing to share their notes?
All the best,
Nick Nelson (he/hung)
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From: [email protected]
To: [email protected]
Date: 5/5/2023 9:25 a.m.
Subject: Re: Notes from yesterday
Nicholas,
I applaud your studiousness. But I hope the pronouns in your signature line are in error.
Arthur Lange
Professor, English Literature
Kent University
(he/him)
From: [email protected]
To: [email protected]
Date: 5/5/2023 9:36 a.m.
Subject: Re: Notes from yesterday
Classmates, I apologise for the typo in the pronoun tags in my prior email. I’ve fixed it now. I’m deeply embarrassed.
Thanks,
Nick Nelson (he/him)
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From: [email protected]
To: [email protected]
Date: 5/5/2023 10:23 a.m.
Subject: Re: Notes from yesterday
Hiiii Nick…
Sooooo I would be happy to share my notes. But they’re kind of complicated; I should explain. Maybe we could meet up and I’ll give you the lay of the land?
Lmk 😘
Immy
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From: [email protected]
To: [email protected]
Date: 5/5/2023 11:02 a.m.
Subject: Re: Notes from yesterday
Embarrassment isn’t all you do deeply, apparently. 🤭
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From: [email protected]
To: [email protected]
Date: 5/5/2023 11:24 a.m.
Subject: Re: Notes from yesterday
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From: [email protected]
To: [email protected]
Date: 5/5/2023 11:44 a.m.
Subject: Re: Notes from yesterday
Yah right mate you wish
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From: [email protected]
To: [email protected]
Date: 5/5/2023 12:41 p.m.
Subject: Re: Notes from yesterday
Love this for you
Elle Argent (she/her)
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From: [email protected]
To: [email protected]
Date: 5/5/2023 1:39 p.m.
Subject: Re: Notes from yesterday
Listen Nicky, I’m an absolute lesbian, but I still wanna see it. Be a pal?
Darcy O
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From: [email protected]
To: [email protected]
Date: 5/5/2023 2:06 p.m.
Subject: Re: Notes from yesterday
🤣🤣🤣 bloody legendary mate
This is gonna do numbers on Reddit
-Xian
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From: [email protected]
To: [email protected]
Date: 5/5/2023 2:12 p.m.
Subject: Re: Notes from yesterday
Nick, if my girlfriend asks for a dick pic, please DON’T send it. She’ll definitely show me and that’s something I do NOT need to know.
Cheers,
And I guess congrats,
Tara
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From: [email protected]
To: [email protected]
Date: 5/5/2023 2:39 p.m.
Subject: Re: Notes from yesterday
Nick,
You wear a lot of grey joggers… we’re all well aware.
(Call me. 020 7946 0777)
xx
James
From: [email protected]
To: [email protected]
Date: 5/5/2023 3:14 p.m.
Subject: Re: Notes from yesterday
Ironically, “he hung” is what the guy who sits behind me — James? — muttered last week when you ran into class late in those threadbare joggers.
See you at practice!
Sai
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Worst typo ever.
After the first couple of hours, Nick had stopped checking his email. His face was just permanently red every time he thought about it. WHY had his phone betrayed him like that? WHY had he added his pronouns to that email? Or at least, WHY wasn’t it part of his automatic signature?
Twice that day he had to dodge classmates, petrified to show his face. Afternoon rugby practice forced him close to the four guys who were also in his lit seminar. Nick had never been self-conscious in the locker room, but he was careful to angle himself away for privacy when changing, hearing Harry’s awful cackling from the other side of the room. Thankfully, Otis, Chris and Sai were a lot more jovial about it, and ultimately even cracked a couple of jokes that Nick chuckled at.
Nick grabbed some dinner in the dining hall before heading back to his room, where he actually managed to focus on homework for a couple of hours until his curiosity got the best of him. He unplugged his phone from the charger and opened the email app, reading the messages that ranged from ridiculous to randy. No, he would not be sending Darcy a dick pic.
A knock at the door interrupted him.
Nick opened the door to find a boy on the other side.
“Are you Nick Nelson?” he asked, looking down at his notepad to check the name.
“Uh, yeah.”
“I’m a reporter with the Kent Student Times. I’m here to check on some facts for a story I’m writing.”
Nick looked up and down the empty hallway before responding. “A story about rugby?”
“No,” the reporter replied. “Is it true you sent your entire literature seminar an email claiming to be, and I quote, ‘hung’?”
Nick turned red again and ran one hand down his face exasperatedly.
“Well — sort of, but it was a typo, really—”
“So you did claim to be hung?” the reporter asked aggressively.
“I — technically—”
“I’m going to need to fact check that.”
Nick stopped and stared.
“What?”
“You heard me,” the reporter said, pushing Nick by the chest into his room. The door swung shut behind them as the back of Nick’s knees hit his mattress and he fell backward.
“Whip. It. Out.”
Nick stared at the boy until he couldn’t hold it any longer, and started laughing. The reporter’s stern face quickly melted into giggles as he toppled on top of Nick. “You are such a disaster bisexual!” he yelped.
“I’ll give it to you, Charlie, that was certainly different from the usual pizza delivery boy roleplay,” Nick said before kissing his boyfriend and rolling them over on the bed so he was on top.
“I was with Isaac when he read it,” Charlie said. “I didn’t know eyebrows could go that high.”
“Oh my god, I’ve gotten pretty much every joke today,” Nick said. “And at least four propositions.”
“Ooh, nice!” Charlie said. “You gonna take any of them up on it?”
“Depends,” Nick said, raising an eyebrow and raising himself so his torso was upright. “You offering?”
Nick pulled his hoodie over his head, exposing his naked torso, and Charlie nodded a bit while licking his lips.
Nick hopped off the mattress to shuck his trousers, leaving him fully nude. Meanwhile, Charlie wriggled around on the bed to shed his own clothes. Nick helped yank his jeans off, then worked his way up Charlie’s inner thighs, kissing until he reached Charlie’s half-hard cock. Nick took it in his mouth, bringing it very quickly to full hardness, and began licking and sucking like an expert.
Nick sat up and then, with one hand, lifted one of Charlie’s legs over his shoulder, then reached into his bedside table and pulled out the lube. He warmed some on his fingers before applying pressure to Charlie’s hole. He looked up through his eyelashes until Charlie met his gaze and nodded, his own eyes hooded with desire.
Nick pressed in, the familiar feeling of Charlie opening up to receive him never losing its thrill. Charlie moaned as Nick’s fingers stretched him, their knowledge of each other’s bodies by now making it an easy process. Soon, Nick was using two crooked fingers to rub against Charlie’s prostate, making him cry out in pleasure, as he returned to engulfing Charlie’s dick in his mouth. Nick was going to be getting dirty looks from his neighbours tomorrow, but at the moment he couldn’t care less.
He felt Charlie grip his hair and pull. Nick let his cock fall from his mouth and looked up at Charlie.
“I’m ready,” he said, panting. “Want to ride you.”
Nick grinned and pressed a few more kisses to Charlie’s pretty cock before withdrawing his hand. He wiped it on a nearby towel before hopping up onto his bed, positioning himself against the pillows so he was sitting upright. Charlie rolled a condom (extra large so it wasn’t so tight around the base) onto Nick’s cock and then straddled him. Nick reached around to apply more lube to Charlie.
“Time to put your claim to the test,” Charlie said, his hands on Nick’s shoulder. He began to sink down and — oh. Heaven. It was always electric, and this time was no different. Charlie moved slowly, huffing with effort, taking in Nick little by little, until all nine inches were buried inside him and they sat flush against one another.
“So good, you’re taking it so well,” Nick cooed, one hand gripping Charlie’s hip and the other tenderly rubbing against his cheek. He could see Charlie’s eyes flutter as every neuron in his bottom fired over and over at the breach. It had taken literally months to work up to Charlie being able to do this, and now that he could, they did it all the time.
After adjusting, Charlie leaned forward onto his knees and lifted himself upward, the condom dragging against his throbbing innards. Nick loved the feeling of filling Charlie, reaching as much of him as possible, turning two into one. Nick liked looking at every part of Charlie, but today he was mesmerised by his lithe abdominal muscles straining while he lifted up.
Then Charlie dropped back down, the slide easier this time, and they were off to the races. Really, Nick felt a little bit like a prize stallion at the Royal Ascot. It was all he could do at first not to fall over sideways as Charlie’s fucking ignited a fire in his belly. The room was filled with the sounds of slapping skin and squelching lube, and soon enough the rickety creaks of his crappy uni bed. Thankfully, long ago Nick had wrapped some of Nellie’s ratty old towels around the bedposts, so when the thing slammed up against the walls during their lovemaking, the entire dormitory couldn’t hear them.
Charlie had been riding Nick for five minutes or so, his own cock pushing back and forth up Nick’s torso as they fucked, leaving a trail of pre-cum.
He was starting to sweat profusely from the effort of fucking himself on Nick’s cock, so Nick threw Charlie a bone.
“Have you been able to confirm my claim yet?” he asked, his voice buoyant as Charlie bounced on top of him.
Charlie bit his lip before responding. “There’s some compelling evidence, but I’m not satisfied yet.”
Nick smirked, “Maybe you just need a different angle for your story.”
With that, he wrapped one arm around Charlie’s back and used the other to grab his thigh. Nick summoned some core strength to flip them around without ever pulling out of Charlie — and he was pretty damn pleased with himself. Charlie came crashing down on his back on the pillows, his legs falling to either side of Nick, who was now on his own knees,
Bracing himself with one hand above Charlie, Nick shuffled them around slightly before snapping his hips forward.
“Oh my fucking Christ on a bike!” Charlie yelped. It wasn’t exactly hard for Nick to miss his prostate, or anything else for that matter, but it was still gratifying to know he was pleasuring Charlie so thoroughly. “This is such a good angle for this story, oh my god.”
Nick chuckled and began pile-driving Charlie, sweat dripping off his forehead and down onto Charlie’s chest.
After a few minutes, Charlie reached down and began stroking himself in tune with Nick’s thrusts. Nick noticed Charlie’s neck doing that pulsing thing it usually did right before he came, and — yes, Charlie was rocketing his spend in between them, mewling sexily as he erupted over himself. Nick slowed down as Charlie went through the spin cycle, waiting until he lifted his head again and met Nick’s gaze before he resumed fucking him.
It didn’t take much. Charlie had squeezed his cock when he came himself, and Nick was always immensely turned on seeing Charlie raked with ecstasy. A half dozen more thrusts, and Nick was curling his toes as he unloaded shot after shot nine inches deep inside Charlie. Nick was a loud cummer, and he usually tried to hold back, but after feeling so mixed up all day he let every gasp, gargle and grunt bellow from his mouth. Fuck it, he’d bake some brownies for his floor tomorrow to apologise.
Spent, he collapsed onto Charlie, enjoying the couple of minutes where they could share body warmth and mingle their sweat and breath before Charlie would complain that he was being crushed and to get off, you big oaf! They kissed languidly for a few seconds.
“So? Did you get your confirmation?” Nick asked, smirking at Charlie.
Charlie rolled his eyes upward like he was thinking hard. “I’m not quite sure —”
He was cut off when Nick rolled his hips again, ramming his still quite swollen cock back up Charlie’s arse.
“Okay, okay! The rumour is true. He IS hung,” Charlie exclaimed, wrapping his arms around Nick’s neck and pulling him in for more kisses.
Best typo ever.