A Night in the Biology Lab

In the impetuous days of youth, many of us have experienced the crazy, passionate, strange, unexpected, and uninvited romance.
Since realizing I liked boys, I've certainly had many ambiguous moments with the object of my affections, even
excessive physical contact (I once had a straight guy offer to give me oral sex), but very few of these relationships truly blossomed. Each breakup and reunion was unforgettable, etched deep in my memory. Being a student, I understood that love at that age, though naive, was pure and beautiful, without self-interest, and almost entirely safe.
That younger student, about 1.7 meters tall, with a somewhat childish face and constantly tousled, spiky hair; a basketball enthusiast, he always wore almost pure white sneakers, dazzling in the sunlight.
I was already in third grade then, while he was a freshman in high school. My first impression of him was probably when I was a freshman counselor in his class during summer vacation. He sat quietly below, his eyes and face looking up at the stage (somewhat resembling Huang He in a still from the movie "Dangerous Minds"), which left a deep impression on me. He had dark eyes, straight eyebrows, and a refined air amidst his masculinity—the kind of boy I quite admired.
At that time, I only had one thought in my mind: could he be a kindred spirit? To be honest, before getting to know him better, I couldn't be sure. The chance was about one in ten, not low, but often disappointing.
Strangely lucky, when I was sweeping at noon, my lonely assigned area was next to his. Gradually, we started talking, like about school gossip and a group of invisible people in the school. He seemed quite interested in these topics, which was quite intriguing! (I managed to find out about quite a few people this way.) Sometimes, I would occasionally visit the clubs I used to be in (I didn't have any clubs in my senior year of high school) to act as their advisors. I discovered that he was actually one of the officers, and because of the nature of his work, he often had to ask me questions he didn't understand, which I was naturally happy to do! Later, we gradually became closer, and we would go to the vicinity of the school to discuss things and have meals together. Later, I started asking him out, or to play sports together. At first, we were in a group, but eventually, we had more and more opportunities to be alone. I deliberately kept my distance from him to avoid getting too close and losing the feeling (if he had any feelings, it turned out he really did).
He had a shy smile, especially when I patted his head.
Then one afternoon after school, I picked up my phone and found a new message. At first, I opened it casually, and my heart almost stopped.
"Senior, I hesitated for a long time, not knowing whether I should send this message. I've been very troubled by this lately and don't know what to do... Every time I see you, I get nervous. I've realized that I like you..." "You've been so good to me, but I... I'm so sorry. Senior, if you're angry or disgusted, then I won't come looking for you again." How could I be angry? I'm overjoyed!
I was ecstatic, because I hadn't had high expectations beforehand, so this felt like a gift from heaven. I rushed to a nearby alley and stood at the corner, knowing he would pass by soon. I saw him walking alone, holding his phone, seemingly in a bad mood. As he crossed the intersection, I stepped out and stood in front of him. He looked up, his expression full of panic, as if he had never expected me to be there. He lowered his head, trying to walk quickly past, but I reached out and stopped him. He stood there blankly, head down, like a child who had done something wrong.
"I saw it all, your text message."
"I'm sorry... Senior."
After saying that, he walked around my outstretched hand, and I immediately grabbed his arm. He didn't turn around. "I think you're nice, and I have feelings for you too. You reminded me of this." He slowly turned his head, his face full of surprise and disbelief. I patted his head, and he couldn't help but smile, tears welling in his eyes. I put my arms around his neck, facing the setting sun—we miraculously became a couple. Every weekend, we would meet at the library to study together. With him, I often didn't feel tired all day, and time seemed to fly by! After the midterms, we would go to see a movie, eat at a quiet restaurant, and then stroll along the shimmering river. In the park on quiet nights, I would hold his hand and walk to the end of the darkness; on the brightly lit screen where everyone's attention was focused, we would sit in the last row of seats, sometimes empty, and I would hold him close and kiss him passionately.
But in reality, the time we could spend together was very fragmented and limited. At school, I couldn't go to his class to see him every now and then. After school, we both had to go home, and the long nights could only be spent online, connected by a thin wire.
Neither of us actively voiced our desires, but we both understood.
When we embraced and our lips met, it was always inevitable that our most intimate parts would touch each other. I could only cool off alone in my room after each meeting, using my hands to vent my desire. I still felt that unless he brought it up himself, I shouldn't take anything further.
On my eighteenth birthday, a few close classmates mysteriously gave me a box, telling me to open it when I got home, saying it was something useful and guaranteed I'd like it. I couldn't resist my curiosity, but I still tossed it into my bag, promising to check it when I got home.
On Saturday, I planned to sleep in late because my junior and some club members had arranged to discuss their project presentation and couldn't come with me. However, I was startled awake by a phone call. My junior asked if I could come over; they had some questions about certain projects.
I quickly got ready and went over, forgetting to check if I'd brought anything extra. The discussion lasted until noon, and most people left, leaving only my junior to work on the finalized plans. I helped him until after 1 PM before we were ready to eat.
"...Senior, do you have a stapler? Can I borrow it?" "Oh...I don't know if you took it out. Maybe you can check my bag." The junior asked, holding a stack of handwritten forms.
"No...Hmm? Senior, what's this?"
He couldn't find the stapler, but he saw the thing I'd forgotten to open yesterday and accidentally brought out.
"Ah...That was a gift from our class yesterday. I don't know what it is, maybe it's a stapler!...Could you open it for me?"
"...Huh? This is...?"
The junior looked surprised and confused. I curiously went over to look.
"Sigh...those idiots, never mind them...Last year they even gave me a sex toy! Saying that minors shouldn't do such things...and this year it's this."
I picked up the box of Durex and curiously opened it.
He suddenly hugged me from behind.
"Hmm...what's wrong?"
"Senior...have you ever used one?"
Just like that, I understood what he meant. We tacitly locked the doors and windows of the biology lab one by one and drew the curtains.
I couldn't wait to hug him and kiss him. For the first time, I moved down to his neck, a very special feeling. I licked the slight protrusion on his neck, feeling his smooth, hot skin and his soft moans.
Following his collarbone, I unbuttoned his shirt, kneading his firm breasts with both hands, then my lips followed, sucking on his excited nipples. My junior sat on the lab table, his hands on my shoulders. I glanced at him, his eyes closed, already immersed in the caresses.
I continued deeper, kissing his flat stomach. I felt his erection pressing against my chest, but then he stopped me.
He took off my clothes, and I watched his lips move across my chest down to my lower abdomen. He pulled down my jeans, and through the thin boxer shorts, he gently nibbled at their outline with his teeth, teasing them with his cute nose. I couldn't take it anymore, so I pulled down my pants, grabbed it, and stuffed it into my junior's mouth; his mouth was warm and soft, tightly enveloping me, his little tongue playfully swirling around the head of my penis. I held his head and thrust back and forth, watching his lips swallow and release my most private parts.
Although it wasn't the first time someone had given me oral sex, the pleasure from such a cute boy like my junior was unprecedented. I really couldn't bear to look away; it was a double enjoyment of sight and touch! I never knew oral sex could be so pleasurable!
Once I had savored the sensation perfectly, I picked him up, laid him flat on the lab table, and kissed his entire body thoroughly once more, sucking his excited penis into my mouth, completely conquering him.
He moaned softly in my arms, his soft moans like the rustling of his hair, tickling my heartstrings, making me unbearably itchy.
I quickly tore open a Durex condom, put it on, applied some saliva as lubricant, and thrust in.
"Mmm..."
"Bear with it, relax, it won't hurt in a bit."
When I first used my fingers, I noticed he was still a virgin, with a shy tightness. My experience told me not to rush it, otherwise he would only feel pain.
"Put some effort down there, don't pull back."
I guided him, kissing his slightly furrowed brow. "Mmm...it's so full." Hearing this, I was a little happy. Did this mean mine was big?
While sucking his nipple, I held his desire and stroked it back and forth, slowly thrusting, my ears filled with my junior's childish moans, arousing my desire. I couldn't help but increase my speed and depth, pressing against his prostate area as hard as I could, feeling his previously semi-erect penis become full again in my hand. "Junior, I like you so much..." We changed positions, he knelt on the table, and I whispered in his ear. "Senior..." I stroked his chest with one hand, and with the other, I gently masturbated him, my chest and abdomen pressed against his hot, sweaty back, as if trying to merge with him. Junior was indeed a virgin, very tight, and even with a condom, it couldn't stop the surging pleasure. I thrust faster and faster, feeling a tightness and numbness in my lower abdomen before ejaculation.
"Ah..."
Junior's penis convulsed in my hand, then gushed out. I pulled out, tore off the condom, and thrust a few more times inside him, finally ejaculating deep inside him. He contracted, gripping my still-excited penis, bringing another kind of orgasm besides ejaculation.
I slumped against the table, panting, holding him, my gradually softening penis finally slipping out of him.
"I'm sorry, I came inside you..."
He shook his head, indicating he didn't mind.
A pool of passion remained on the matte black lab table, its white color shimmering in the dim light. The air was filled with the scent of fresh semen from a young boy. I dabbed my cooled desire with my finger and smeared it on his still-erect nipple.
He turned around, and I pressed my lips to his, exchanging overflowing emotions, holding each other tightly.
I was graduating soon, he said, and we should seize every opportunity.
Of course, I didn't object.
Although we later did oral sex in many strange places, like in a movie theater or fitting room, or even in the school bathroom, the one I remember most vividly was that first time in the lab.
[The End]

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