Blade Woods Gets a Surprise Visit From His Closeted Lab Partner

It was past midnight when the knock came — soft, hesitant, the kind of knock from someone still deciding whether they wanted to be there. Blade Woods opened his dorm room door to find his chemistry lab partner standing in the hallway looking like he might bolt at any second. This was the same guy who talked about his girlfriend constantly, who performed exaggerated straightness like an Olympic sport, who changed the subject whenever anyone mentioned anything remotely gay. But here he was, at midnight, with red-rimmed eyes and an erection straining against his jeans that no amount of denial could explain. Blade simply stepped aside and let him in without a word. The confession tumbled out in fragments — he’d been watching Blade all semester, couldn’t stop thinking about him, tried everything to make the feelings go away. Blade listened patiently until the rambling stopped, then crossed the room and kissed him. The lab partner froze for exactly one second before something inside him shattered. He kissed back with months of repressed desperation, grabbing at Blade’s shirt, his belt, anything he could reach with shaking hands. Blade guided him gently, sensing the magnitude of the moment. He undressed his lab partner slowly, worshipping the body that had been hidden under oversized hoodies all semester. The sex was tender at first — the lab partner on his back, eyes squeezed shut, experiencing penetration for the first time with quiet gasps. But as his body opened up to the new sensation, the gentleness gave way to genuine hunger, and soon the formerly straight boy was wrapping his legs around Blade’s waist and pulling him deeper with every stroke.