Page 48 of Dibs
The toilet flushed, and I heard the sink turn on. A few moments later, Gage walked back into the room.
“So, you’re saying if I play hooky, you’ll give me a massage?”
“I’ll give you more than a massage.” I winked.
He narrowed his eyes at me playfully. “You’re a bad influence, Chase Matthewson.”
I let the sheet slip down my body, revealing my abs, and looked at his crotch as I answered, “No, I’m not.”
He grunted a small laugh and knelt on the bed with his good knee. “Yes, you are.”
“Are you going to send me to detention, Mr. Statler?”
We stared at each other for a few beats, and then both of us burst into laughter.
“I’m going to take you over my knee,” he replied, still laughing.
“Your good one or your bad one?” I teased.
He tackled me onto my back. “You need to watch your mouth.”
“Or what?” I taunted. “You’ll give me something to put in it?”
“Jesus,” he groaned, his dick hardening against my lower belly.
“What?” I smirked.
“If I get fired—”
“You’re not going to get fired.”
“I’ve never called in sick.” We stared into each other’s eyes.
“Then they won’t suspect anything.”
“But Tyler goes there.”
“Is he in one of your classes?”
“No.” Gage shook his head. “But sometimes I see him around campus.”
“Just text him you’re not feeling well and you’ll see him later at home.”
“I also have practice after school,” he argued.
“I’m sure your assistant coaches can handle a single practice. Any other excuses?”
He laughed. “No, but just this once.”
A slow grin spread across my lips. “Just this once.”
“And you’re giving me a massage after I call out.”
“I’ll get the lube. I mean, oil. I’ll get the massage oil.”
He sat back on his heels, his cock at full mast. “You’ll need both.”
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