#andrethread

If Andre ever made it out of here alive, he was for sure disowning his parents. Emancipation was sounding real damn good right about now… even if he knew the feeling would pass eventually. It always did. Besides, it’s not like he could live on his trust fund forever. If he wanted to achieve his goals of being a big-time record producer, or an Instagram influencer, or…. something, he’d have to work for it. This place was work.

At least this place had a pretty nice pool… one he assumed was available to cadets. He always liked swimming for taking his mind off stuff that bothered him. Thinking nothing of it, he stripped down to his undies and started doing laps, not hearing someone as they entered the cavernous space and looked down on him from their vantage point.

While he knew he was attractive to everybody, Andre usually messed around guys closer to his own age. Older guys never seemed to show much interest in him, at least not the kinds that Andre actually wanted to fuck. Funny how that worked out. So he was pretty surprised when Blake —big, burly Blake— hit on him like that. Maybe his hypothesis was wrong after all. Andre was never wrong.

Andre knew he had that effect on people, but they were rarely so brazen about it. The fact that Kelby was his mentor, though? It filled Andre with so much ego that he thought he might nearly explode, turning his mentor into such a thirsty little thot for his cadet...