Kondou-kun is my classmate.
We became friends by chance. Lately, walking home from school together has become our daily routine.
We get along so well it's strange we weren't friends before... I feel comfortable around him.
Kondou-kun is in a great mood today, and when I ask why, he says he did well on his test.
But when I ask for his score, it's just average? Not as good as I thought.
And yet, he's this happy. What a ridiculous guy, lol.
I don't hate how he gets embarrassed and tries so hard to play it cool when I tease him.
Talking about the test led to us studying at Kondou-kun's house.
My first time at his place. Nervous? Not really. I mean, he's just a guy friend.
If it were a girl from class, I'd be a bit nervous.
Actually, I'd be pretty nervous. I might look like this, but I'm a virgin.
Since I have no experience, my fantasies run wild, lol.
Oh my, what's this? Kondou-kun's loungewear looks like a girl's.
My eyes keep drifting to his chest and those beautiful legs...
I want to touch him. That's so soft. I want to kiss him. So this is what kissing is like.
There's no stopping us.
I came in Kondou-kun's mouth, and Kondou-kun squirted and came from my handjob.
I want to know more about Kondou-kun, I want to try more things.
Our desires accelerate. No one can stop us.
We rubbed our cocks together, frantically fucking each other's assholes, cumming over and over...
"How have you been, Kondou-kun? Sorry, back then we didn't know what we were doing and rubbed too hard, your cock must have hurt," lol.
Suddenly, memories of our youth come rushing back.
A sweet, sweet youth graffiti of the gender identity generation!
