Kota stirred under the thin blanket, the familiar creak of his old mattress protesting as a heavy hand shook his shoulder.
The room was still dark, the cheap blinds doing little to block the faint orange glow of the streetlight outside.
His eyes cracked open, bleary and unfocused, the digital clock on the nightstand glowing a harsh 6:00 AM.
Khalil stood over him, already dressed in his work jacket, tool belt clipped to his waist, the faint smell of coffee and motor oil clinging to his clothes like always.
"Up, son. You need to go to school."
Kota groaned, voice thick with sleep, and rolled onto his back, rubbing his eyes with the heel of his hand. "It's six in the morning… why so early? Bus doesn't even run yet."
Khalil was already moving toward the door, keys jingling in his pocket, the floorboards creaking under his boots.
"Forgot to buy your bus ticket yesterday. My bad. I gotta be at the site in twenty minutes, big concrete pour today, can't be late. Hurry up. Don't bother showering, just throw something on. We'll figure the ticket out tomorrow."
Kota sighed, the sound long and defeated, the kind that came from deep in the chest after a day that had already broken every rule he used to live by.
His body still felt heavy, the strange new weight between his legs shifting as he sat up, the memory of yesterday's measurements and the endless parade of asses and mouths flashing behind his eyes like a bad dream he couldn't shake.
He crawled out of bed, legs stiff, hips aching faintly even though the worst of the soreness had somehow vanished overnight.
No time to think about it.
He grabbed the first clothes his hands found, a pair of baggy cargo pants that hung loose on his hips and a plain black hoodie that smelled faintly of yesterday's sweat.
He yanked them on without bothering to check the mirror, the fabric rough against his bare skin, the cargo pockets already stuffed with his phone and keys from the night before.
His cock, still thicker and heavier than it had any right to be even soft, shifted uncomfortably inside the pants as he zipped up.
Khalil was already at the front door, holding it open, the hallway light spilling in like a reminder that the world outside didn't care how tired Kota was.
They stepped into the elevator together, the doors sliding shut with their usual mechanical groan. Kota leaned against the back wall, eyes half-closed, the faint hum of the cables the only sound between them. He pressed the button for the ground floor, but the elevator lurched upward instead of down, the floor indicator ticking higher instead of lower.
"Ughh," Kota muttered, rubbing his face. "Seems like someone pressed the button before us."
The elevator crawled upward slowly, the old machinery groaning and shuddering like it was as exhausted as he was. It finally dinged on the 11th floor, the doors sliding open with a tired hiss. And outside stood Corey.
The femboy was leaning against the opposite wall, ripped jeans hugging his wide hips and massive ass like they had been painted on, the tears in the denim showing flashes of smooth, dark skin underneath.
He was scrolling through his phone, thumb moving lazily, but the second he looked up and saw them, an impatient Khalil with his tool belt and a half-asleep Kota in baggy cargo pants and a hoodie, his face split into a wide, predatory grin.
Corey stepped into the elevator without hesitation, passing right by Khalil to plant himself directly behind Kota, close enough that Kota could feel the heat of his body and the faint brush of those plump, juicy ass cheeks against the back of his thighs.
Corey didn't even try to hide it. He leaned in, voice low and dripping with flirtation, completely ignoring the fact that Kota's dad was standing two feet away.
"Mmm, why's a cutie like you up at this hour? Couldn't sleep thinking about me again, huh?"
Kota's eyes widened, a flush crawling up his neck as he shot Corey a warning glare over his shoulder.
Khalil's brow furrowed slightly, confusion flickering across his face, but he stayed quiet, arms crossed, waiting for the elevator to move again.
Kota answered quickly, keeping his voice even.
"Dad's going to work early. Forgot the bus ticket, so I'm heading in early. Can't exactly skip class without a ride."
Corey's grin widened, eyes sparkling with mischief as he glanced at Khalil. "Oh, no worries at all. I've got a van, you know. Could drop my best buddy Kota off at school every day from now on. Free of charge. On the house. Wouldn't want the kid missing out on his education, right?"
Khalil lit up instantly, the suspicion vanishing as he clapped a heavy hand on Corey's shoulder, the pat firm and approving.
"That's a good man right there. Real stand-up. Kota, you hear that? Listen to everything he says, alright? Don't cause him any trouble. I gotta run, site's waiting."
He gave Kota one last nod, the elevator doors opening on the ground floor, and jogged toward the parking lot without another word, boots thudding heavily on the concrete as he disappeared around the corner toward his truck.
The elevator doors slid shut again, leaving just Kota and Corey inside the small metal box. Corey's grin turned sharper, almost feral, as he stepped even closer, his ripped jeans brushing against Kota's cargo pants, the heat of his body radiating through the thin fabric.
His voice dropped low, playful and dangerous, lips inches from Kota's ear.
"Ya heard the man… you gotta listen to me now, cutie…"