#puppypitt

he went into medical school not knowing much about anything sexual. he knew about STIs but was kinda half convinced you could get AIDS through kissing. he knew condoms existed but didn’t quite know how to put them on. he hadn’t examined how the tape metaphor was untrue and demeaning.

and medical school was busy. he wasn’t hooking up anyway. then he lost his housing and he definitely wasn’t having sex. he also knew he was gay and that was fine for other people but he couldn’t let himself indulge in that. at least not yet.

so he learned that he had a lot of misconceptions over the course of his post grad studies. he learned even more on his rotations. he wasn’t one of those guys that thought people couldn’t get pregnant on their periods, he now knew exactly how infections were transmitted, he even put a condom on a banana in the privacy of his bedroom in trinity’s apartment, just so he felt prepared if the day ever came.

he and robby were finally doing more than kissing. robby pulled dennis into his lap, dennis didn’t feel too out of sorts. he’d learned a lot, some on his own, some on the job. and robby was patient and so kind. a teacher in every aspect of his life.

cassie thrusting it into her lazily, constant, not letting up even when victoria is twitching and limp and whining brokenly, unable to think about anything other than the dildo pumping in and out of her, rubbing against her sensitive walls. mmfghh... da-addy, pl..please... haah, haah, aahnn...