Scott sat on the edge of the couch, nervously fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. Danny’s father, Mr. Rick Kelson, walked in, his strong presence filling the room. “Danny’s running late,” Mr. Kelson said, settling into the chair across from Scott. Scott swallowed hard, then confessed, “I got kicked out of college… academic Horniness.” Mr. Kelson’s eyes softened. “Scott, everyone makes mistakes. I can’t judge you – you’re like a friend to me.” Scott felt a surge of relief, their eyes locking in a moment of unspoken understanding. One thing led to another, and they found themselves entwined on the couch, their connection deepening as they sought comfort in each other’s arms. In that moment, nothing else mattered – just the warmth and acceptance they shared.
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