“Anyway, we’re hoping we’re not too late.”
“Too late for what?” asked Warrick. Usually at Greg’s and then again under the cover of darkness in my room. Some of them had labels written on them, but he found a blank one that he wanted to use and loaded it in and hit record. I think most of my teachers didn’t like me for that. I don’t remember when he finally pulled out of me, or when he tucked me in to bed, but he eventually went to his own room. “Because…?” Warrick said, drawing out the word, filling the thickening silence. I think he almost saw me as a person then, and not as the human fleshlight he had always abused in the teacher’s lounge. “Please. Fuck, he was almost too big in girth. He had been inside me once, but it wasn’t fucking, not yet. I need it. I just slowly backed away from the camera, smiling and giggling softly, revealing more and more of my used body and tangled bedhead to the lens.
