It has only just occurred to me that today marks the final day Lu and I will share a class together—specifically, Computer and Network Repair. He began the course in August 2024, while I joined later in October of the same year. For students enrolled in the short program, the course duration is eight months. This realization saddens me deeply, as attending class will no longer feel the same without his presence. Moreover, it is not only Lu who is departing—several of my other friends will also be leaving, which means I will be attending alone. While it is possible that a new student might join and that we could form a friendship, I am not particularly hoping for that outcome at the moment, as I tend to be quite selective when it comes to forming new friendships.
Our academic responsibilities for the day were minimal; we were only required to complete what is referred to as the "post-test". Although I have never fully understood its intended purpose, I achieved a score of 58 out of 60—nearly perfect. Nevertheless, I am often highly self-critical and have a strong desire for absolute academic perfection. Despite already maintaining excellent grades—consistently within the 93% to 95% range—I frequently wish to attain a flawless academic record. That aside, once we had completed the post-test, our professor—reiterating what he had mentioned the previous day—informed us that it was the only remaining task before we were free to leave. We finished around 9:30AM; however, Carlos wished to play a computer game with Lu, and the professor was still reviewing our exams, so we ultimately left closer to 10:00AM.
Our plan for the day was to prepare burgers at Lu's house. We had been discussing this for about a week, trying to find a suitable time. On either Sunday or the day prior—I cannot quite recall—he went out to purchase the necessary ingredients. He intended to buy soda as well and messaged me to ask for my preference. Unfortunately, I responded too late; by the time I replied, he had already returned home. I had hoped for Mountain Dew, but it ultimately made little difference. He did not leave out of frustration with me—he simply went out briefly and, receiving no response, opted not to make a guess regarding what I might want.
After class, Lu began driving us to his hometown. We encountered heavy traffic, which lasted approximately 10 to 15 minutes and appeared to be the result of construction ahead. Several impatient drivers—about four vehicles—chose to turn around and take an alternate route via the highway. Lu, however, chose to remain in place, having observed that traffic had begun to move, albeit slowly. Eventually, we reached his home.
We arrived relatively early, at around 10:30AM. His younger brother, who is 18 years old, was still at home, as he usually begins preparing for university between 10:00 and 11:00AM. While waiting outside, I spent some time petting one of Lu's dogs—Milo—a large, fluffy orange dog with a strong desire for affection. He thoroughly enjoys attention and is not shy about demanding it.
Lu's brother eventually stepped outside and noticed me. I stood there somewhat awkwardly, uncertain of how to respond. Lu introduced me, saying, "This is my partner", to which his brother replied with something along the lines of, "Isn't this the person you text?". It was my first time seeing him in person, although I had previously seen him in photographs. Upon entering the house, I kept my hands together, holding my camera and phone. His brother observed me and remarked that I seemed quite shy—a fair observation. Despite running late, he moved with an unhurried pace, as though he had no immediate obligations. At one point, I needed to use the restroom (to urinate), but felt uncomfortable doing so while he was still present. I generally avoid using the bathroom when unfamiliar individuals are nearby, and I only feel at ease in such situations when Lu and I are alone in the house.
Before his brother left, he playfully threw Lu's cap—intending to toss it at him—but since Lu was hugging me at the time, we were in close proximity, and the cap landed on my face. His brother immediately apologized several times. As a form of playful reparation, he held out his arm and invited me to hit him in return, though I declined. Lu then jokingly took my hand and gently guided it to strike him, which made the situation even more awkward. Eventually, his brother departed.
I nearly forgot to mention that Lu had also brought his grandmother's dog into the house, in addition to his own dog, Leo. As a result, there were two dogs present—Leo and his grandmother's dog, whose name I unfortunately do not recall. Both animals are elderly; Leo is approximately eleven years old in dog years, and I estimate the other to be around twelve.
Lu appeared to be in an unusually playful mood today—his affection was persistent and uninhibited. He continuously sought physical closeness, and at times, his gestures became quite intimate. At one point, we both fell onto the couch, where we exchanged a series of passionate kisses. Eventually, we moved to the kitchen to begin preparing the burgers, yet his playful demeanor persisted. As I stood at the counter, he embraced me from behind, pulling down my pants, touching me down there and continuing to kiss me with notable intensity. It was only when he recalled that his mother was due to return home for her lunch break that we composed ourselves and attempted to act natural once more.
Mere moments after I had adjusted my pants, his mother entered the house. I found myself fumbling awkwardly with tasks in the kitchen, my nervousness likely apparent, although she made no comment. She simply took a seat on the couch to watch television while she ate a rather peculiar meal, presumably something intended to soothe her stomach, as she was feeling unwell.
We eventually finished preparing the burgers, modifying the recipe slightly by adding ingredients we had on hand. Although there were only a small number of fries available, Lu prepared them using the household air fryer. He generously gave the entire portion to me, choosing not to take any for himself. We sat at the table, and with the first bite of the burger, I was overwhelmed by a wave of nostalgia. It had been a considerable amount of time since I had tasted that particular type of meat—distinctively seasoned in a culturally familiar way. After we had eaten, both Lu and I found ourselves longing for more. Unfortunately, those were the only two patties remaining.
At long last, his mother has departed, and now we find ourselves alone in his house. We had made plans to shower together and engage in some fetishes, a plan that had been in place for a week. Lu had confessed to me that he had wanted me to (> . <) on him, a thought that lingered in my mind, with the entire scenario unfolding in vivid detail. However, things did not transpire as I had imagined. Still, the chaos of it all? That, I genuinely desired. We showered together, experimenting with various positions, and eventually stepped outside the shower. Already drenched, we inadvertently soaked the entire floor, and it was then that the fetish ensued. It was an unexpected mess, one I hadn't anticipated. The scene resembled something melting, much like ice cream, and I can only assume it was due to our wet bodies. Throughout the entire experience, he remained silent, which left me uncertain whether he enjoyed it. However, I can say with confidence that holding back for two days was, in the end, worth it. Additionally, we shared an intimate moment in the shower. We had sex.
And I did oral with such intensity that I choked, causing myself to vomit all over his penis but, in the end, we both loved it.
I am aware that sharing this may lead to consequences, but I feel compelled to reflect on it. I recall the first time it happened—it was an accident, but somehow, we both ended up enjoying it immensely. Lu sent me a meme that read, "fine, you can vomit on my penis", and the anime character in it appeared so happy, making it seem like an open invitation to explore this fetish with him. I remember seeing vomit porn a couple of years ago and thinking it was strange and disgusting, swearing to myself that I would never partake in something so gross. Yet, here I am, unable to keep that promise, discovering that I could not only do it but enjoy it as well. I've come to terms with the fact that I can find pleasure in any fetish, no matter how unconventional it may seem. I never imagined I'd be doing such fetishes with him, and at this point, it feels as though we've both lost our minds.
It became quite the mess, with the shower stained by vomit. Once we had finished, we did our best to clean the bathroom, ensuring it wouldn't appear suspicious when his mother returned from work. Due to my past struggles with bulimia, I resorted to the old method of breaking the vomit into pieces and flushing it down the drain. Lu was understandably disturbed by this, but it was the only way to dispose of it. And I jokingly asked him why he was so weirded out, considering I had literally vomited on his penis.
After everything, we returned to his room to dry our hair and get dressed. Lu was clearly in the mood—while I wasn't entirely feeling the same, his energy drew me in, and I found myself responding to it, as I often do. Once we had finished drying our hair with the hair dryer, he took a photo of my unclothed body and showed it to me. I did not like that. (⇀ˬ↼‶) He then took me in his arms and pushed me to the bed, where we had sex once more. His desire was fervent, and we became so lost in the moment that he only realized afterward—we were running late. It was time to return to the city for my work shift.
Approximately two hours into my work shift, b2xkZXIgYnJvdGhlcg== expressed a craving for Puerto Rican quesitos and handed me money to purchase them. Once I had acquired the pastries, we returned home together.