Short story · 18+ · 6 min read
Jamie
Jamie is eighteen, blond, slim, and still half in his sixth-form uniform when he steps into his teacher’s house. White shirt unbuttoned, dark tie hanging loose, trousers already discarded, bare feet on polished wood. Callum is still fully dressed in his charcoal suit—calm, composed, and completely in control. What begins as a quiet Friday evening quickly turns into a slow, deliberate session of edging and milking.
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