Now That I've Graduated...

Isaac shows up on Dale’s doorstep in full cap and gown, diploma still fresh, knocking like the cocky new grad he is. Dale opens, eyebrows high, a smile he can’t hide. Inside, Isaac doesn’t waste time—drops the truth: he’s been eye-fucking his teacher for months and he’s sure the feeling’s mutual. Dale stammers the usual excuses—age gap, gossip, parents—but Isaac laughs them off. He’s legal, done with school, and he’s done waiting. Dale’s resistance melts fast. One look and the older man leans in, their mouths lock, heat surges straight past polite, straight past every “shouldn’t.”