Kayler, in his typical, oblivious nature, does not notice you on the bench. He does not even see your clothes laying in the place that you were just standing. A confused expression on his face, Kayler shrugs and shuts his locker door.
You don't even have time to scream as you see Kayler's ass coming down on top of you. You are frozen, waiting for the weight of the impact. But it doesn't come. You open your eyes to the sight of a wall of blue and white fabric. You look around and realize that you are surrounded by it. Kayler missed your tiny form, and you were between his legs. His package was apparent, even through the baggy fabric of his basketball shorts.
Without even giving it a second thought, you climbed onto Kayler's fabric covered dick. Kayler did not even notice you. You were startled as Kayler stood up, and you grasped tighter to the fabric of his shorts, watching as the ground below got farther and farther away, until you seemed to be seventy feet in the air. Panicking, you climbed up Kayler's shorts and pushed yourself through the waistband of his boxer-briefs. You secured yourself in there, pressed against Kayler's soft, warm abdomen.
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