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Friday, September 5th, 2025
Unknown
Yoooooooooooooo
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Unknown
Is this Dennsi?
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Dennis (Biochem TA)
If you are trying to type ‘Dennis’, then yes you’d be correct. Who is this?
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Unknown
Its langdon lolllll. From bochem
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Unknown
***biochem lolll
Delivered at 12:46 AM
Dennis (Biochem TA)
Ok? Can I help you with anything? It’s kinda late.
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Unknown
Wyddddd
Delivered at 12:50 AM
Come to 237 Main lol.
Delivered at 12:52 AM
Dennis (Biochem TA)
No thx. Also, my number is really only if you need help or have any questions regarding the coursework.
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And again, it’s kinda late so.
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Unknown
Ok lol. WYd tomorrow?
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Dennis (Biochem TA)
Dennis (Biochem TA) questioned “Ok lol. WYd tomorrow?”
Are you drunk or something?
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Unknown
Ya lol
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Wyd
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Dennis (Biochem TA)
Grading papers. You should rest.
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Unknown
Ur cute lol
Delivered at 1:14 AM
Dennis (Biochem TA)
This is still Dennis, Langdon.
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Unknown
Ik lol. I tjink ur cute
Delivered at 1:16 AM
Dennis (Biochem TA)
You’re drunk.
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Do you even like guys
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Langdon (Biochem)
Lolll Ive done stuff w dudes before
Delivered at 1:21 AM
Dennis (Biochem TA)
Lol okay…
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Like what?
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Langdon (Biochem)
Blowjob and jerkingboff lol
Delivered at 1:27 AM
Dennis (Biochem TA)
Really?
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Langdon (Biochem)
Ya lollll
Delivered at 1:28 AM
Dennis and Langdon knew of each other, as they’d already had a couple of run-ins throughout the semester. The first dating back to the beginning of Fall. Dennis was walking through a Giant Eagle parking lot as he’d seen Langdon across the way, shirtless and on a run. He was beautiful; his hairy chest on display, sweat glistening all over his face and body, long legs extending weightlessly as his feet hit the pavement, his red Nike shorts with the drawstring resting below his navel, covered in dark hair. It wasn’t until Dennis heard the alarm of a car going off to let him know that he’d been staring too long; accidentally walking right into a Volvo and upsetting an older lady. After he’d apologized and picked up his groceries, Langdon was already gone.
The second time had taken place in one of the Bio-Chemistry lectures. Dennis had been made aware of the kind of student that Langdon was by their professor; his assignments, exams, extra credit— nearly, if not perfect. It was the classroom etiquette that’d been an issue. Langdon’s excuses for his absences and failure to engage in class had already been bought by the thousands of dollars that reflected in the campus library, donated by familial alum. Langdon would play devil’s advocate just for the fuck of it, play tetris on his laptop, doze off. If he was bored, he’d find a solution. During one lecture, Dennis was sat in the back row grading papers, while Langdon took the spot next to him due to his tardiness that day.
“Yo, what’d I get on mine?” Langdon asked him. To which Dennis flashed him the grade. A 97%, still the highest score Dennis had graded so far.
Yet, Langdon was cocky, arrogant, and just such a guy, at least to Dennis. The attitude ignited a layer of smugness to Dennis that he hadn’t known he possessed prior to meeting him.
Langdon pouted, “Not a 100%?”
Although it was true that Langdon had most likely scored the highest grade in the entire class, Dennis looked to him, gave him a tight smile and mumbled, “Helps if you pay attention.”
“Good to know.” Langdon winked at him after. It made Dennis’s cheeks flush and dart his eyes to the corners of the current paper he’d been grading. Later that same night, when Dennis’s hands were just about cramping up from touching himself, Langdon’s face appeared. Briefly, but enough to spark something, and certainly enough to cause the tensing of his stomach muscles, as he’d came all over his fingers that night.
That was about a month ago. Dennis still had trouble making eye contact with Langdon the more he’d learned about him. He liked to party on the weekends and go to the gym in the mornings, as when he’d show up to class, often very sweaty. It was tough to turn the other way when Langdon was walking towards his direction and yet Dennis avoided him as much as he could.
The third and most memorable, happened just last week. Dennis skipped out on lunch due to an exam that overlapped with his T.A. period. This time, it was him taking the seat next to Langdon in the back row, due to his lateness. As their professor gave him a look of sympathetic acknowledgment, Dennis unwrapped a sandwich from his bag. The shitty encasing of clear saran wrap indicating that he’d made the sandwich himself. It was cut in half. Before the two had even acknowledged each other, Langdon looked to Dennis, then pointed to the sandwich, “Fuck, I’m starving.” He’d told him, “Can I?” He’d finally asked.
“Can I?” Dennis repeated it back in his head. It wasn’t politeness. It was an admission of something that he wanted and had been asking permission for. Not a, “Would you mind?” or “May I?”, but a pleading, more pathetic way of asking for something that Langdon, in that moment, decided that he needed to have. Dennis gestured to the sandwich, giving him silent permission to take the other half. He did, quickly, moaning quietly at the store-bought ham and sliced cheese. Dennis tried not to stare too long. The movement of Langdon’s taut jaw, up and down, as he’d bit into the shitty bread. His neck extending as he’d dropped his head back. The man’s legs spreading, exposing tight, black briefs he’d worn that day under his running shorts. All Dennis could think about was what Langdon would look like without any of his clothes on. He wanted to see his bare, hairy chest, his thighs, his ass. And he wanted him on top of his own body, between his own legs, on his own face. The feeling made his own stomach drop and underwear dampen; it was too great a feeling to have for somebody that he hardly knew; more passionate than what was appropriate for the very little that they’d known of each other. The following classes, Dennis made sure to avoid the med student, intentionally ignoring his hand in the air after a question, dogding eye contact, and making sure to wait at least three minutes to exit the lecture hall after Langdon did, not daring to be stuck at a pending crosswalk with him.
As Dennis thought back to these incidents, he couldn’t help but feel some sort of arousal at the thought of Langdon with another man, sexually. He was already feeling his skin getting hot at the mere thought of Langdon’s admission, thinking he was cute, even if he was confessing that to Dennis in a drunken state. He set the ungraded papers and his laptop aside, scooching himself further down onto his bed so that he was laying flat on his back. Dennis spread his legs and let out a deep sigh as he touched his clit through his underwear. He closed his eyes to imagine Langdon, present in his bedroom; the friction of their underwear rubbing together as they’d rut their cocks in unison. Dennis took his underwear off, looking at the dampened gray briefs, and thought about shoving Langdon’s face in them. He put two fingers in his mouth, letting them trail down and finally started to rub circles around his clit. Dennis moaned at the contact of his own fingers. He spread himself, pretending to put on a show for Langdon as if he were watching him, perhaps through his doorframe; the thought alone making the comforter under Dennis even more damp. He took his time, rubbing circles, stretching his pussy open briefly on his fingers before pulling out just to tease himself again. The text alert from his phone startled him, quickly stopping his movements to check the device.
Langdon (Biochem)
Wydddd. Ur hot
Delivered at 1:40 AM
Dennis (Biochem TA)
I’m laying in bed. You probably should too. Goodnight.
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Langdon (Biochem)
Im laying in bed too lollll
Delivered at 1:41 AM
By this time, Dennis had been working himself to the edge while texting. Imagining riding Langdon’s dick, making his hands grip his ass as he would sleepily watch Dennis go up and down until he’d release, deep inside of him. In this fantasy, they wouldn’t wear a condom. It was a reckless fantasy for Dennis. To hell with the safety and awkwardness of finding the piece of rubber before guiding Langdon’s cock into his wet pussy. The thought of Langdon’s own disregard to the latex barrier made it more erotic to Dennis as well. He didn’t want to be taken care of in this fantasy. He wanted to be fucked, and fucked good, and raw. He couldn’t think before typing back.
Dennis (Biochem TA)
Show me.
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Langdon (Biochem)
Image attached:
Langdon, laying in his bed, shirtless, holding up a peace sign in the dimly lit room. One pillow behind him and a comforter covering just above his belly button. Hair disheveled with slightly flushed cheeks. His chest was hairy, and his nipples were hardened in the picture.
Delivered at 1:45 AM
Lolll ur turn
Delivered at 1:48 AM
Dennis (Biochem TA)
Image attached:
Dennis, with an oversized t-shirt on, exposing his bare ass as he lay on his side, having taken the picture from behind. He was laying on a thick white comforter with soft lighting shining on him from the corner of his room. His face, not in the picture.
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Langdon (Biochem)
Fuck.
Delivered at 1:52 AM
Ur so fcuking hot fuck
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Dennis (Biochem TA)
Are you jerking off to my picture?
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Langdon (Biochem)
Yes
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Dennis (Biochem TA)
Show me then
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Langdon (Biochem)
Image attached:
From Langdon’s point of view, his hard dick was held in his left hand. His pubes were dark and thick, even a bit unkempt, spreading to his legs and lower stomach. His black briefs were shoved a few inches down with the comforter covering the rest of his body.
Delivered at 2:01 AM
Imso hard fuck
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Dennis (Biochem TA)
Fuck. You’re big.
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Aw you wanna fuck me?
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Langdon (Biochem)
Yes I want to
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Dennis (Biochem TA)
Then show me.
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Record yourself pretending to fuck me.
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And then send it to me.
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Langdon (Biochem)
Fuck
Delivered at 2:09 AM
Langdon (Biochem)
Ok
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Langdon (Biochem)
Video attached: 1:43
The thumbnail, with Langdon’s lower half on display. He had his single pillow straddled between his legs. There was a faded tattoo of greek lettering resting on his right upper thigh, presumably from a Fraternity that he’d been a part of in undergrad. He was completely naked. His dick had been slightly hidden, from the large hand that wrapped around it.
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Dennis couldn’t help but roll his eyes at the tattoo, he hadn’t bothered to look up the letters, or think to ask; he didn’t care. He didn’t care about fun facts, or what his favorite band was, or what season he preferred. He opened the video as he lay on his stomach, pumping his fingers in and out of himself, briefly stopping to grab the familiar discreet box under his bed, possessing an array of sex toys. He chose something simple. His ass hung in the air, as if he would be able to feel Langdon’s impending thrusts through his eyes. When the video started, Dennis was overwhelmed by the mix of whines and heavy breaths taken every few seconds before Langdon started moving.
“Dennis…Dennis, fuck.” He whined as he’d started to thrust forward.
From the angle, Dennis could see his lower body move, matching his own thrusts inside himself to those in the video. Dennis was holding a clear, glass dildo up to his pussy. As he thrusted the toy inside of himself, he was wishing that he had bought a bigger, fake dick, when he made this purchase a month ago.
“Your— Your pussy feels so good.” Langdon grunted into the air, fucking his own hand against his pillow with a vigor that Dennis had only seen in amatuer porn before.
That made Dennis pause briefly. It wasn’t weird, per se, but it was unexpected. Langdon used the word ‘pussy’. Dennis had volunteered his transness in his introduction to the class as a T.A., offering potential support or an ear for the class. The carelessness and nonchalance of Langdon, as a person, had been reconfigured, repackaged, in a matter of seconds to Dennis, through each respective thrusts. He hadn’t fetishized Dennis, at least not to his knowledge, nor had he gone the route of using Dennis’s imaginary ass in his own fantasy. It was methodical and careless at the same time, in such a way that Dennis hadn’t really cared to figure out in that moment, watching Langdon’s big cock glide through his hands and pillow, roughly. The video had been shorter than Dennis wanted it to be. He didn’t cum in the video. Dennis took his phone, starting to type before he noticed a gray text bubble appear, erasing his own useless message in anticipation for the incoming one.
Langdon (Biochem)
Ineed to cum to fucign bad fuck can i?
Delivered at 2:20 AM
There it was again. The ‘Can I?’ He was asking Dennis his permission if he could cum. Another admission of something that in that moment, Langdon needed. It was hot, sexy even, to Dennis. Pathetic, but repackaged in such an overtly masculine way that made Dennis fuck back onto his own glass dildo so vigorously that he found himself spasming against it, releasing through sheer penetration and thoughts of Langdon begging, pleading, asking. He wanted to order Langdon around; tell him how to fuck his pussy, how to fuck his ass, tell him what shirt to wear in the morning and how to hold him at night.
Dennis (Biochem TA)
You just made me squirt all over my bed. Lol.
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Yeah cum on your own pillow to the thought of fucking my tight pussy.
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Langdon (Biochem)
Fuck.
Delivered at 2:27 AM
Ur so hot.
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These texts had made Dennis blush, unexpectedly. Feeling as if Langdon had said this as they were both laying together in bed, languid from the sex, that neither of them had actually had. While Dennis cleaned himself up in his bathroom, he began to think about their exchange, and what this meant. Dennis wasn’t stupid, but he was also hopeful, he couldn’t help himself, even if he’d wanted to.
Dennis (Biochem TA)
Haha thx. I think you’re hot too lol.
Delivered at 2:31 AM
So, what do those letters stand for? On your leg lol.
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