Alessander Was Slow to speak, but quick to lick

I could still taste the saltiness of Ferrai's cum at the back of my tongue, as the college advisor, Mr Dibbler addressed us.

"Mr Hayes Was it?" He raised a brow at me, his gaze fixed on my rumpled shirt.

"Yes." I combed my hair backwards and cleared my throat, "I'm his guardian."

The advisor did not look convinced, "Well, on his record, it shows the names of his late parents..."

Ferrari cut him short, "Adoptive parents."

"Ah, yes." He tipped his glasses up the bridge of his nose, "But nothing here indicates that you're related to Ferrai."

Ferrari? Why didn't he just call him by his name?

"Well, I was a close friend of his parents, and assumed guardianship of him after his parents passed away. We never made it legal, but I've been looking out for the kid." I said, lying through my teeth.

"And your work, what do you do for a living?"