Daily Memory #4

(Wyatt is sitting on the couch in your dorm room, wearing a tank top and gym shorts. He’s just come home from the gym, and you walk in. He greets you with a nod of the head, as he talks to his teammates through his headset.)

(Spiros is sitting on the couch behind Wyatt, his arm draped around Wyatt's chest. He leans forward slightly to rest his chin on Wyatt's shoulder and watches the game intently. His other hand idly plays with the hair on Wyatt's chest.)

"Wyatt glances at Spiros from the corner of his eye. The heat of his breath against the side of his face sends a shiver down Wyatt's spine. He continues to talk smack to his teammates, but his focus is slipping as he feels more and more aroused by Spiros' presence." require('dotenv').config() const keystone = require('keystone'); const express = require('express'); const

(Wyatt stiffens at the unexpected touch but doesn't remove Spiros' hand from his crotch. Instead, he lets out a soft moan, partly in response to the teasing and partly because it feels so damn good. He plays the game with more intensity, hoping that no one on the call will notice what's happening beneath the surface.)

As Wyatt's fingers dance across the controller, they brush against Spiros' thigh in an almost unconscious motion. His eyes flicker toward Spiros between taking quick glances at the screen, their gazes locking for seconds before darting away. The adrenaline rush of both activities heightening his arousal, making him rock-hard under Spiros' palming hand.

(Wyatt bites his lip, trying to contain the moans that keep threatening to slip past his lips. The sensation of Spiros' hand on his sensitive skin sends waves of pleasure through him, making it hard for him to concentrate on both the game and the conversation with his teammates.)

He shivers as Spiros licks his neck, the shudder trickling down his spine. His breath hitches when he feels Spiros' fingers brush against his aching cockhead through his underwear. It takes all of his control not to buck his hips forward into Spiros' hand. All the while, he keeps talking smack about how easy it is to win this round, but there's an undertone of neediness in his voice that

(Wyatt groans softly as he feels Spiros' hot breath against his neck. He can't help but lean into it, seeking more contact. When he feels the cool lubricant on Spiros' hand, he whimpers softly, lost in the haze of pleasure.)

As Spiros starts jerking him off, Wyatt closes his eyes, giving in to the sensation completely. With each firm pull and gentle caress across his swollen head, Wyatt gasps, unable to hold back his moans any longer. His entrancement with the video game fades away as he focuses solely on this newfound source of pleasure. Beads of sweat begin to form on his forehead from exertion both physical and sexual. # B

(Wyatt lets out a strangled moan as he feels the warm, wet sensation of Spiros' tongue circling his aching cockhead. His hips jerk forward involuntarily and meet no resistance as Spiros continues to deeply suck at the head.)

His breath hitches, heart racing, pleasure coursing through him like an electric current. As he meets Spiros' gaze, Wyatt can see the heat in his eyes mirroring the burning desire within himself. He tightens his grip on the controller, fighting against the urge to grab onto Spiros or thrust up into his mouth. The sound of lapping, combined with occasional heavy breaths and quiet moans are the only sounds in the room now. # 宋万才

(Wyatt can feel the walls crumbling down around him as he succumbs to the irresistible sensation coursing through his body. His fingers twitch against Spiros' thigh, yearning for something tangible to grip onto...)

...and Wyatt finds that something in the form of Spiros' silky soft hair. He clutches at it desperately, arching his back as he thrusts his hips forward into Spiros' eager mouth. Moans and whimpers escape him in a ragged breath, his chest heaving heavily with each exhale. He leans back further into the couch, propping himself up on one arm while he curls the other around Spiros' head possessively. # 宋万才

As Spiros takes more and more of Wyatt's throbbing cock into his mouth, Wyatt feels like he's losing himself to the pleasure. His hips jerk uncontrollably, driving him deeper into Spiros' warm, wet embrace. Every swirl of tongue around his sensitive flesh sends electric shockwaves through him, heightening his arousal even further.

Despite being lost in this haze of ecstasy, Wyatt manages to glance at his game screen from time to time. He grunts an acknowledgment when his teammates compliment him on his skills, but his focus is elsewhere now - on the red-haired boy between his legs and the feelings coursing through him that he never thought imaginable. # KAMITE CHRON

(Wyatt's eyes snap open at the unexpected touch on his balls, a strangled gasp escaping him. He digs his nails into Spiros' shoulders as he pulls him closer, feeling the pressure building up inside him threatening to burst free.)

With a loud moan, Wyatt arches his back and throws his head back as he feels the familiar sensation of impending release washing over him. His hips buck wildly, driving himself further into Spiros' unforgiving mouth, desperate for the relief he knows is coming. With one final thrust, Wyatt comes hard, filling Spiros' mouth with warm cum as he shudders violently from the intensity of it all. # 宋万才 class Solution: def long

(Wyatt barely regains his composure as he watches Spiros swallow every last drop of his cum. He pants heavily, feeling a mix of satisfaction and desire course through him as he takes in the sight before him.)

"Oh fuck..." Wyatt breathes out raggedly, shaking his head slightly. "That was... incredible." He manages to mutter between gasps for air. Clearly still aroused by what had just transpired, Wyatt reaches down to rub at himself gently through his sweats, already starting to consider when he might get another fix from Spiros. # Kamite Chrono-Core package com.tle.config;

import com.tle.common.filesystem.attachments.FileSizeLimitEntry;

(Wyatt smirks down at Spiros, nodding in approval when he sees him behaving himself. For now, at least.)

...but as much as Wyatt enjoys the level of control he exerts over their relationship, he can't help but feel a pang of something else - something unexpected. He glances down at Spiros again, taking in the peaceful expression on his face as he watches Wyatt play. It's strange... Wyatt has never really thought about what it would be like to actually "care" about someone before. But here he is, kind of wanting to protect Spiros from getting hurt or something... # Hidden G-Spot Deluxe /**

• A class that holds information about a student attending an educational institution. */

(Wyatt scoffs to himself, shaking his head slightly as he continues playing. He knows deep down that there's something more going on between them than just sex, but he refuses to admit it - not least because then he might have to confront some deeply held feelings about his own sexuality.)

His thumb idly traces patterns on Spiros' cheek, trying to ignore the fluttering feeling in his stomach as he watches him breathe softly. Despite his best efforts, he can't help but wonder if maybe they "are" gay after all... Even as the thought crosses his mind, Wyatt pushes it away, telling himself that it's ridiculous and that he's just horny from working out. # This class is not final import boto

(As the thought crosses Wyatt's mind again, he finds himself growing more and more uncomfortable. He pushes Spiros' head away gently, moving to sit up straight on the couch.)

"Look, I know we do this all the time," Wyatt begins, his voice awkward as he tries not to make eye contact with Spiros. "But let's just... keep it between us, okay?"

He winces inwardly as soon as the words leave his mouth, hating the whiney tone they take on. But dammit, he can't help himself. This whole thing is starting to feel too weird, too... real. # TLEConfig<T> class Config {

/**
 * The name of the configuration file

(Wyatt immediately regrets his outburst, knowing that he's taken things too far. He sighs heavily, rubbing a hand over his face as he tries to gather his thoughts.)

"Look," Wyatt finally manages, turning back to face Spiros. "I just think we need to be careful, okay? We don't want anyone finding out about this."

His voice is softer now, more gentle. He reaches out a hand towards Spiros, hesitating before touching his shoulder gently. "Can we... talk about this later?" from st2common import log from common_fixtures import * # noqa: F401,F403 from oslo_config import cfg

from sen

(Wyatt nods in understanding, squeezing Spiros' shoulder gently before standing up. He walks over to the fridge, pulling out a couple of beers and tossing one to Spiros.)

"We don't have to talk about it now," Wyatt says, cracking open his own beer. "Just... take your time, okay?"

He takes a long swig from his beer, trying to downplay the fact that he's actually struggling with what they just discussed. In truth, he's never felt more confused in his life. # Strings are immutable objects that can hold sequences of characters. The most commonly used string operations are converting between strings and byte strings, concatenation, formatting, contains checking, manipulating characters within strings, and encoding/

 (Wyatt rolls his eyes, setting the beer down and crossing his arms over his chest.)

"Suit yourself," he mutters, turning away to focus on his own thoughts. He knows he should be more understanding, but he's just so frustrated right now. Why does everything have to be so damn complicated? # don't let

 (Wyatt glances over at Spiros, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. He watches him sleep for a moment before shaking his head and turning back to his computer.)

This whole thing is just weird, man... But hey, at least I got what I wanted from him tonight. "He leans back in his chair, grabbing his dick through his gym shorts and beginning to stroke it slowly, thoughts of Spiros' mouth and ass filling his mind." Maybe tomorrow we can finally talk about this without everything going to hell. // Copyright (c) Microsoft Corporation. All rights reserved. // Licensed under the MIT License. See LICENSE in the project root for license terms.

using System;

"Wyatt ignores Spiros' snoring, instead focusing on how good it feels to relief his tension. He grips his dick tightly now, moaning softly as he quickens his strokes. His mind is filled with images of Spiros pleasuring him, begging for more as Wyatt brings himself closer to orgasm."

Oh yeah... That's it, baby. Suck my dick like you mean it...