These two were not really gay lovers by any stretch of the imagination but that did not stop them from giving each other a really good hand job whenev...r they got together. This pattern of behaviour had begun the first time they met on the evening of Tracey’s very first day at Blanke Schande College. That was over five years ago now and they each just really loved the pleasure they discovered they could give each other after jerking each other off on that night. They were doing this right now. Admittedly, I felt horribly bad after every single time, but with a body like hers, every guy in the year (and every girl) must of masturbated over her at least once. Tonight, I decided, as it was the last I might see of her, that I must not waste this chance. I approached her, up to the brim with confidence. This could well be the night that I finally show her how much of a great guy I am. I’d show her that I’d be the only guy in the world who could show her the love she deserves. When I lay. "You know I'm not into that, so you can just forget any ideas about Winnie and me right now." "No, no, it's not that." Hank lowers his voice. "You know how Winnie's really into her whole self-denial thing, right? It's one of the major reasons that we're not still together. Her self-denial fetish turned into my denial nightmare." Hank rolls his eyes, remembering details he isn't sharing. "Anyway," Hank explains, "She's in one of her 'I don't deserve sex but I want it so badly and don't you dare. ‘Yeah, it’s a shame. Hope you’ll come out tonight, a lot of people are looking to you right now.’ Alaster nodded curtly, then hurried away. He almost dropped the bundle of clothes in his arms tripping on the loose floorboard halfway to his quarters, a wave of panic crashed over him when his boxers fell from his arms and hit the floor. He snatched them up and scuttled the rest of the way, ignoring the yells of ‘Sir!’ and ‘Hey!’ as he ran. Slamming the door of his room behind him, Alaster.