The schooling season's autumn trees, wind, love, truth.
Dorm room darkness, lights off, the fires of youth.
A melody from this love school plays for us all to hear
You are the lover that I hold dear.
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Avery was looking for directions for his classroom and directory to his dorm. He just got off the train to Bordeaux, France and before that, just got off the plane from America to England. Bordeaux was a city famous for it's quality wines.
He held Bijou in one hand in a carrier and a three months' worth of matching casual clothing, a small diary, and shoes in a clumsy rolling luggage bag in the other. Two cases housing a beloved viola and a violin were slung loftily over his shoulders.
The winding driveway to the Rosé Academy was beautifully paved, and the gardens on each side of it were decorated with billions of ornate roses, the sight of it was like a dreamy fairytale.
Avery walked up the steps as his luggage bag made thunking noises on the concrete as he forced it up giant vintage-looking stairs until he finally made it past the giant doors. A ton of students in attractively designed and expensive looking European school uniforms giggled, talked and laughed in the hallways. He sighed loudly.
"I have no idea where I am supposed to be going at all." He said to himself. "I wonder where the president of this school is."
Just as he turned around he bumped into a tall 6'0", slender well-groomed man with piercing yet soft dark-brown eyes. He had a very sweet and and tender first impression.
This taller man grinned happily and gently closed his eyes at the same time. He put his hand on his Avery's dainty shoulder. He looked to be a tad older than himself, about a kiss older than twenty-one. Avery blinked and his long lashes batted prettily.
"So you must be Avery the new student here." the pleasant man of a well bred appearance said softly.
"Wh-who are you??" Avery bubbled his words shyly. He put one leg back and crossed it over the other as well as poking his finger tips together in a fumbling manner. He put his head down and his eyes appeared larger and cuter.
"My name is Vincent but you can just call me Vince, I hate being too formal all the time. I am a Senior collegeate at this school." He said confidentially. "Please do come with me."
"Why?"
"Parce que, parce que."
Vincent grabbed Avery's hand nonchalantly and pulled him away. Avery meekly followed him and blinked his pink-tinted eyes. Vincent's hands were soft like his but almost twice larger and strong.
"First of all, we must get you your uniform, all students of Rosé Academy must wear this." He passed a cute gold and dusty rose box with a golden ribbon to Avery from his book bag wrapped around his shoulder. It almost resembled a box of chocolates if you thought about it.
The smaller man of the two fluffed his dark brown hair with his soft delicate hands and opened the box after it was passed to him by this new attractive stranger friend. An orchestra tuxedo-esque uniform blazer and trousers made of polyester wool with a chocolate color, two dress shirts; one vintage pink and one white, and a choice of pitch black, off-white or light pink ribbon tie was in the box. The upper-class college logo was on an optional patch or a pin within the box.
"Why do I get a girly ribbon instead of a tie?" Avery peppered up in embarrassment. "I am a man!"
"I feel although the tie of the Academy's men's orchestra uniform doesn't suit your cuteness so I made accommodations by switching them out for the other." Vincent exclaimed with a guilty chuckle. "This SUITS you much better."
"Well, I guess I got to get dressed now since I am here and see how it fits." Avery grabbed the finely made garment and went off his way to the boy's bathroom. His quirky way of walking and his body was so feminine you could of mistaken him for a female.
"Phew..." Avery sighed with a blushing face. "That new guy sure is strange. He got dressed in one of the stalls, the bathroom didn't smell like most men's bathrooms and almost smelled of perfume and wine, a new experience as he was used to the dirty men's bathrooms in the States. As soon as he was about to wander out of the stall he bumped into Vincent's already-uniformed chest.
"Oh what a precious little rabbit you are." Vincent put a long finger under Avery's chin in a dominating way and Avery's big eyes blinked in surprise. "The girl's uniform ribbon sure suits you much better than the tie does. Would you want the skirt as well princess?" He joked and then winked.
"I barely... know you..." Avery tried to sound tough but he was so fragile it came off frail and like an angry young woman. He put both hands around Vincent's strong arm and it accentuated his own femininity and weakness.
"What a frisky bunny rabbit. Should you be a good bunny and play with me?"
"Wh-what?" Avery sighed. "Why do you keep calling me bunny?" He turned a deeper pink in response to Vincent's unpausing dominance to his pleas. His physical response from inexperience with sex was showing through and he just could not hold it in anymore. The adorable adult male was at his limit. Vincent pushed Avery into the bathroom stall in a dominant manner while making sure Avery did not fall and closed the door and locked it.
"My, my ... what is this, all dressed up in your new Rosé Academy uniform and already wanting it off? What a dirty little bunny you are, this fabric is not cheap you know, this academy only orders the finest materials to be custom tailored for their uniforms since we have a classy image to hold within the world of the fine arts you know." He smiled mischievously. A glint of the boy's bathroom's light danced across the irises of his eyes which were normally softly kind, but in this aroused state were growing more aggressive and sharp.
Avery couldn't hide his lust anymore and passively let out a cry with unintentional. "Let me be your dirty bunny Vincent. I am your little submissive bunny." He was pushed over the toilet seat in a state of excitement and could feel the loving of Vincent's enlarging cock push forcefully through his trousers fabric onto the opening Avery's naughty bottoming soft asshole.
"That's what I wanted to hear, what a nasty little pretty boy-slut you are."
The black bowtie was taken off Avery's blush-colored blouse and wrapped around his weak tiny wrists in a bandaged hold.
"Wh-what are you doing to me?" Avery cried.
"I'm seducing the innocent lamb who recently transferred to our school." Vincent whispered into Avery's ear. "This is all about your pleasure. You are so cute I cannot help myself and you want it also too I am sure."
Avery whimpered a soft moan and gave his consent by nodding and Vincent's big hands made their way to Avery's tits. His nipples were a cute shade of pink and very erect in response.
"You like your tiny nipples touched don't you?" He teased.
"Yes... yes I do I touch them all the time," Avery cried out some more. Shallow tears rolled down his face in pleasure and shame. "but this is my first time with someone else..."
Vincent withdrew his seduction and lifted his hands off the weaker shorter man. "My apologies I had no idea you were virgin now I feel very much as rude." He stood back and felt a speckle of shame.
"I'm not popular with girls so I've never even had a girlfriend... I don't even know what sex is like besides masturbation and naked girl magazines... websites..." Avery's skin shivered feebly as he grabbed the skin of Vincent's pecks. Vincent gathered Avery's uniform off the floor and began to put it back onto Avery's fine limbs that were as beautiful as a dove's feathers.
Vincent's eyes softened back to how they normally were, like those of an upper-class boy-next-door with a worried adoring expression. He hugged the smaller of the two boys in an embrace and caressed his soft and clean American dark brown hair. "Your eyes are like freshly harvested pink pearls from the sea, they are so beautiful I could stare into them forever. I have never seen someone with light pink eyes before, unless they were sick of course, but that is different." He said in his British accent.
Vincent moved his hand to caress and hold Avery's rose-kissed cheeks. A stray thumb of his hand brushed Avery's angelic soft lips.
"His hands are so large." Avery thought to himself.
"Wait... this, this uniform was on the floor...." Avery piped up anxiously. "I need to wash it first!"
"Oh, you are absolutely right, please do
follow me." Vincent grabbed Avery's hand in a tight clasp and led him outside to one of the many dorm buildings around the campus. Every wooden building seemed like it was from the 1800s since It had a very Victorian design.
Vincent led Avery up the classic-looking stairwell of the second campus building still with his hand snugging around the other's fingers. Vincent turned around in a stylish manner.
"This is your dormitory room, you have it all to yourself! The academy's owners designed it to be as comfortable as possible, everything in this room including the bed frame and chandelier are worth over one million dollars so keep that in mind during your stay."
The room was designed to appear from an era of the past. An expensive-looking arrangement of silk sheets and shabby floral quilt laid over the giant bocote canopy bed. A veil of lace fit for a princess canopied where the mattress laid. An old sheepskin carpet was laid across the wooden floor.
"I don't feel privileged enough to rest here." Avery mumbled. "My family is just an average American middle class home, this place is way too nice for someone like me."
"But you were selected for your musical gift and after graduation we help artists find employment in applauded orchestras all around Europe, Japan, United States of America and Canada including our own." Vincent pushed his strong chest against Avery Knightley's lankier one. "You do know who I am right?"
"Someone that was sent to guide me through the academy by the DesRosiers' family?" Avery's big eyes widened, the pressure and strength of Vincent was overwhelmingly more masculine than himself.
Vincent's strong hands wrapped themselves around Avery's feminine, almost hourglass waist. The sensation of expensive fabrics of each uniform against the skin of their arms. Vincent clasped his palm into Avery's softer palms in such an elegant way.
"My full name is Vincent Hathaway-DesRosiers IV, I am the son of Vincent de DesRosiers III who is the third in line to Rosé Academy ownership and my mother was Edith Hathaway, a commonwealth woman from Yorkshire, England. This business has been with the DesRosiers for seven generations. I AM the DesRosiers' family. I have known every instrument since age eight, a prodigy to my bloodline, the pride of the DesRosiers."
His hug felt strong and gentle. The petite virginal angel Avery was tickled red. He identified as straight and liked girls with huge breasts but this ten of a man was pushing his attraction further towards him and he couldn't figure out exactly why. His trousers grew tight at the crotch and he felt shame as he pressed his face nose down, with his doll-like eyes exposed glancing towards towards Vincent's soft and fluffy scalp and ear as Vincent's face leaned past Avery's shoulder. He shook a little in shyness and pleasure and his soft pink lips trembled under the tender gaze of Vincent's kindly face and chiseled grin. A small mewl passed Avery's lips.
"I've been attracted to you for so long. Let me make love to you Avery. You are so cute just let me love you." Vincent's hands tightened their grip between their bonded knuckles.
A feeling shot through Avery's mind that could only be compared to the sound of crystal wine glasses of fine China breaking on the floor. Which was soon replaced by warm heat and a feeling of dizziness. It was like his heart and body were floating.
Vincent brushed his domineering lips against Avery's trembling submissive ones. He slowly untied the cutesy black ribbon around Avery's neck. The tuxedo-esque blazer was unbuttoned and slowly removed onto the bed.
Avery put a desperate nimble hand on Vincent's shoulder as he was slowly being lowered lovingly onto the giant bed. Vincent presses his lips as he held Avery's smaller head from behind. Avery's hair was so soft like a bunched collection of brunette swan's feathers.
"Ahh...haa" Avery moaned as he was released from a passionate dance of wet tongue kisses from Vincent's mouth. They weren't too sloppy, but just sloppy enough.
"Do you like that?" Vincent gasped deeply. A thin trail of spittle connected their tongues as they parted mouths.
"Yes... yes daddy." Avery whimpered gasping for air.
"Daddy huh...." Vincent smiled. "I didn't know you were so kinky... what a nice sexy surprise from a little pink pearl bunny."
"I can't take it anymore. Please make love to me, please make me cum. Make me orgasm."
Vince kissed downwards Avery's barely toned boy tummy with his soft lips and pulled his zipper down with his domineering teeth.
"I'm going to make you feel extremely good now, your pleasure is the most important thing to me."
Avery clasped his long fingers around Vincent's hair as he gasped loudly without intention. "Teach me how to be daddy Vincent's bottom bitch slut." Small tears of pleasure and shame ran down his soft cheeks. He couldn't believe he was doing this kind of thing with a man, much less one he met only three hours before, as a virgin, still during the daylight!
"I want Avery's little cutie cock in my mouth." Vincent mumbled as his tongue made love to Avery's dainty manhood in circles. "Your tousled pubic hair is so cute too. It is such an adorable dark color. His hand's caresses and slippery tongue technique was both benign and steamy. He could feel a powerful warm orgasm coming from around his groin.
"I'm... I'm going to jizz in your mouth if you d-don't s-stop sucking me off..." Avery moaned in ecstasy and bucked his head backwards with his tongue poking out while he breathed heavily. His beautiful hands gripped the silky hair of Vincent's scalp.
"Good, feed me your hot milk my princess." Vincent mumbled with Avery's pretty cock in his mouth. "Take your pleasure."
Not soon after, Avery came hard into Vincent's mouth, a splash of milky love fluid shot out between his lips as sensational convulsions of warm waves of pleasure felt up his groin out towards his legs. Vincent sucked and kissed Avery's thick thighs.
"How was it bunny?" Vincent swallowed the giant load of fresh lovingly expelled cum. "You sure were backed up a lot, I wouldn't expect any less from such a pure virgin slut."
Vincent pushed Avery onto the soft bed.
"B-but I already came...." Avery closed his eyes shyly.
"I want to climax too. I want to dispel all my hot sticky seed into your cute, tight asshole Avery." Vincent took out his large throbbing dick and started to rub it up and down with his hand as he laid over the other man with the other arm holding him up. Avery's size ratio to Vincent made him realize how womanly he looked in comparison. "Let me make love to you, your asshole is now mine." He joked.
Avery put his hands over his mouth in shame, blushing feverishly as Vince fingered his little pink butthole until it got sloppy, wet and ready, and the head of Vince's giant virile cock began to make it's way into him softly. It felt hard like a rock made of Vincent making it's way through his throbbing hungry overstimulated asshole.
"It, it hurts a lot...." Avery grabbed the silky bedsheets and bit his lip. It was almost comparable to the sensation of a cotton swab hitting your eardrum but it was through his now deflowering ass but soon the pain subsided. Drops of blood began to seep out of his asshole. He was not a virgin anymore.
"Everyone's first time hurts. Just bear with it." He grunted as he suckled Avery's fragile neck as he pushed in and out with his giant cock. The ass was beginning to stretch wide with pleasure. Avery could feel the smoldering tingly, sparkling heat from the sex envelope his asshole and groin.
"Just let me fuck you" he said "I've been waiting for this day just let me do it..."
"Ah. Ah. Ah." Avery whined under desperate gasps, his voice wasn't as manly or deep as Vince's but was distinctly male. He closed his eyes and you could see his long lashes flicker as he opened his mouth gasping for air between the suffocating pleasure of Vincent's insistent rubbing of his boy-clit and dick-beating his prostate. "I'm... I'm cumming again."
Just then, a rope of hot white ejaculate hit Vincent right on his tight abs. "Oh you got me. You're such a little pretty slut."
"It felt so good in my ass..." Avery heaved.
"You have to clean this off now." Vincent held Avery's head and pushed it near his bare chest now covered in his cum. "Lick it off please?"
Avery leaned in to lick the teaspoon of erotic liquid off Vince's toned and muscularly tummy. He got off to the almost degrading feeling of it. Vincent caressed his locks as he ate the cum. Avery licked upward for a deep kiss making Vince taste his own fluids. After finishing, Avery spoke up.
"Can i ask you something?"
"If St. Rosé is your ancestor, what was he a saint of?"
"St. Rosé wasn't a saint of anything, St. Rosé was just a self-absorbed and weird and felt "Saint Rosé Academy" sounded better than just the Desrosiers Academy by itself. I never knew my great-great-great-great-great grandmother though."
Avery laughed awkwardly. "Oh. and also I need to unpack my things, I need to feed Bijou and put away my clothing. I didn't know St. Rosé was a woman."
Bijou made a squeaking noise and rustled in the carrier besides the chair across the room.
"That Angora rabbit was looking at us the entire time wasn't it?" Vincent said bashfully.
"I guess so."
And the two men fell asleep together.