Eden Academy

Once we landed, I walked off the plane, that whiskey had me still buzzed, luckily a man was waiting for me with a car, right there on the tarmac. The steward gave me a wink as I walked by, my cock lurched for a moment…and then passed.

“Mr. Topps?” the man said, standing at the back of a luxury sedan.

“That’s me,” I said smiling, “This for me?”

He opened the back door, “Yes sir, I’m here to bring you to the hotel.”

I handed him my bag and got in, oh man this is nice. He closed the door and drove us off the airfield, heading into the city. There was some more water back here, I opened one and downed it, hoping it would sober me up some. Fuck that whiskey was strong! I laid back on the seat and just closed my eyes, the vibrations of the car began to make my cock hard…Jesus…I should have rubbed one out before leaving my house. That had to be why I had that reaction, not cause of the guy…I just needed to cum.

I could always jerk off once I got to the hotel, I needed to be at my best tomorrow for this interview, I couldn’t fucking pop wood in the middle of it like I was a 12-year-old or something. I must have drifted off because the driver called my name a few times before I sat up.

“We’re here,” he said, as we pulled into this massive hotel.

I looked out the window at this building…it looked like a fucking skyscraper! This place looked like it was for serious businessmen, not some college kid like me. The driver opened my door and I got out, looking upward like the building was going to fall on me. What the hell was I doing here?

I looked for my bag, but the driver was handing it to the doorman. I checked my pockets to tip the driver and he shook his head, “It’s all taken care of sir, have a good stay.”

He got into the car as the doorman smiled at me, “Mr. Topps?” I nodded, “Welcome to the Annex, we’ve been expecting you.”

“Um, thanks,” I said, following him into the main lobby.

 Holy shit, this place looked like a fucking cathedral! The front lobby had this massive chandler that just screamed money, the floor was tile inlaid with something that looked like gold…I mean what the hell?

The doorman put my bags down, “They can take care of you now.”

I fumbled for my wallet, and he smiled, “Please sir, it’s our pleasure to serve,” and walked off. 

“Mr. Topps?” the front desk guy asked.

I nodded, turning to him, “Unless I’m wearing someone else’s underwear.”

The corner of his mouth twitched, which I guess was rich snob for a smile, “We have you booked for two nights in the Eden suite,” he began typing, “There is no smoking in the room, but it is allowed on the balcony, room service is taken care of along with the minibar and you have a car coming in the morning to meet you. Do you require anything from us?”

“Um, not to sound crass, but what’s the limit on the room service and minibar, I don’t want to go over.” This had come up on a couple of the away games I had been on, the college sets up an expense account and if we went over, we got yelled at.

Another twitch, “Sir, you are a guest of Eden, everything is taken care of, there is no limit.”

“Oh…wow ok,” I stammered, all this for an interview?

“Conner here will take your bags,” he said gesturing to my right. I turned and almost took a step back. The bellhop looked like a fucking fashion model, I couldn't help but stare I’d never seen someone so good-looking before. The guy had dark honey-colored hair styled in messy waves, giving him a beachy vibe. He was tall and toned, with broad shoulders, defined arms, and a muscular chest, peeking out from under his bellhop uniform.

But it was his eyes that really caught my attention. They were the most stunning shade of sea green, bright and clear like the ocean on a sunny day. He had high cheekbones, a chiseled jawline, and full lips that curved into a friendly smile as he said, “Is this all you have sir?”

Shit, I was still buzzed, I nodded, and he picked up my bag like it was empty, “Follow me.”

I followed after him, my eyes falling on, what looked like, a perfect ass, straining the black slacks as he walked. I wasn’t a fag by any means but this kid…I mean he was a bellhop? He could have been on a billboard wearing Calvin Klien for fuck’s sake. We got into the elevator, and it suddenly seemed tiny with the two of us in it. Standing next to him I was struck on how built he was, the vest made his waist look super tiny, but his chest and lats were…well fuck they were as nice as mine.

He saw me looking at him in the mirror walls and I blushed, “You look like you work out a lot.”

He nodded, “I try to stay in shape,” he said, which was him saying he knew he was fucking hot but didn’t want to brag, “You look like you do as well.”

I nodded, normally this kind of backhanded compliment might annoy me, but this kid was stacked, I would be hard-pressed to say which one of us had the better body, “Baseball,” I explained.

“Water polo and baseball.”

Oh, that made sense, he looked like a water polo guy. Half surfer, half Adonis, always in the water, not an ounce of fat, now I didn’t feel so bad. We stopped on the top floor, the doors opened to a small hallway that led to a door.

“Um, is this a penthouse?” I asked as he opened the door.

“In a sense, the top floor is an executive suite for Eden guests, “He moved aside and gestured, “Welcome to your room.”

I walked into a sunken living room with a 60-inch tv that was rising from the middle of the room, the place looked like it was out of an architecture magazine it was so nice. I saw a full kitchen, dining area, another room to the left, and a huge bedroom to the right. This place was bigger than my parent’s house!

He walked past me and into the bedroom, “I’ll put your stuff here sir,” he said laying my bag down on a massive king bed, “Since you are our only VIP guest, I will be taking care of you tonight. The screen has our room service menu, just select whatever you want, and I’ll bring it up to you,” he opened a nice wooden bar off to the side, “This is fully stocked, so help yourself…did you want me to make you a drink before I leave?”

“Um I’m good,” I said, not sure if I wasn’t still drunk from the plane.

He smiled, “Then I’ll be back with dinner once you ordered.”

“Sure,” I said sitting down, “Thanks again.”

He winked and walked out, leaving me in what had to be the most luxurious room I had ever seen with my own eyes. 

I turned on the TV and pulled up ESPN, my boys were playing tonight, and seeing them on I giant screen sounded perfect. I looked in the mini-bar and found a dozen Budweiser in metal bottles, the kind that I could never afford to just drink beer out of. I took a couple and sat back down, shit, they did taste better than from glass, go figure.

I watched the pregame and realized I hadn’t eaten all day, I passed out on the plane so didn’t even get fucking peanuts! I clicked the remote over to the menu and a whole slew of pictures of the tastiest food I’d seen appeared in front of me. 

I clicked some lobster nachos, never had those before, a fucking huge ass steak with some asparagus and double mashed potatoes…I mean I wasn’t paying for it so fuck it. I clicked order and then went back to the game, finishing my second beer as I waited.

I must have zoned out cause then the knock on my door woke me up as Conner wheeled in my food. I suppose I should have expected him to wait for me to answer but just ignored it when I smelled the food. 

“Chows on dude!” he said with a huge smile, “Smells fantastic.”

He set the plates down and I had to admit, it looked great.

I picked up a chip and the cheese just fell off it…I blew on it and then shoved it in my mouth, fuck that was good!

“Never tried these,” he said, “Good?”

I nodded, chewing.

He sat down next to me and grabbed one, “You don’t mind right?”

My mouth was full so I couldn’t say anything, it was fucking bold all I could do was shake my head. He grinned and took a chip for himself. He started nodding his head as he bit into this, liking it as much as I did.

I swallowed and took another swig of my beer, “Good right?” I asked, not sure how to handle this bellhop just making himself home in my room.

“Fuck yeah,” he said seeing my beer, “You want another?” he asked getting up.

“Um sure,” I said as he walked over and grabbed two more out of the mini fridge, “This gets refilled every morning, so you’re good finishing it off if you want.”

He handed me one and then cracked one open for himself, he sat down taking a long ass sip, holy shit this kid had a set of balls on him.

“You mind if I release the dogs? I’ve been on my feet all fucking day.”

I just nodded, realizing I had somewhere lost control of this situation. He slipped his black work shoes off and then took off the black athletic socks under those. He leaned back and put his feet up on the table…Jesus Christ this kid looked like fucking bigfoot!

He saw me gawking, “Yeah I’m a freak, size 17 and I think I’m still growing.”

“That’s…” I trailed off, they were huge.

He leaned over and said in a low voice, “And before you ask, yeah everything is to scale.”

I looked at him shocked and he winked, “It always comes up.”

My eyes went instantly to his crotch and then back to the game, this punk had no fucking boundaries!

“So, Aggies huh?” he said looking at the game, “That was a shit game you busted your knee in man, you were really good.”

“You saw me play?”

He nodded, taking another sip, “Fuck yeah man, you and Alex Barnes were the shit last year, I really thought you guys were going to The Game.”

“Yeah, me too,” I said finishing my old beer and opening the one he brought me. “Maverick transferred to some private school and just vanished from baseball, which sucks cause I really wanted to go up against him.”

Conner nodded, “Yeah seeing you two go at it would have been hot.”

What did he say?

“Hey, you want me to cut your steak?” he asked, leaning forward, taking my knife and fork in hand.

“No, it’s…” I tried to say but he was already cutting it up.

“All good man, you’re my only guest so you get the full monty,” he speared a piece and moved to me, “Open up.”

“I can…” I began to say, and he shoved it in my mouth. 

“Chew,” he said, his eyes watching me the whole time.

I began to chew, what was up with this kid?

Shit, this steak was good! My eyebrows raised and he nodded, “Right? We have the best food here,” He popped a piece into his own mouth as I chewed and then offered me another piece. I wanted to tell him I could feed myself but maybe this was what VIP people got done? I had no idea, I leaned forward and took it into my mouth, and he grinned, “There ya go.”

I chewed, it was a good fucking steak, but I wasn’t used to being fed by another guy…

He took another bite and we sat there, sharing my dinner. How the fuck did I end up here?

He fed me a couple more pieces, all the while eating himself, it didn’t take long for us to finish the steak off, and he took another chip from the nachos and finished his beer. “Dude this was delicious, let me clear this out of the way, how’s your knee?”

He had begun stacking up the empty dishes and putting them onto the tray he wheeled in, “Um, it’s ok, little sore but that’s normal.”

“Cool, I’m gonna go dump all this and then be back for your massage.”

“My what?”

He just smiled, “I’m in college for physical therapy and a licensed masseur, the school booked you a session so you’re good and ready tomorrow. Clean up and strip down, I’ll bring a table and all the things I need.”

“Um, I think I’m good,” I said hesitantly.

He paused, “Look man, word of advice?” I nodded. “Eden is watching you, the plane, here, everywhere. This whole thing is the interview, so if you are turning down rehab for your knee, they’re gonna take that as you not wanting to do everything to get better. I mean the choice is yours, just warning you…”

Fuck, was this kid serious? They were watching me? Like how?

“Just jump in the shower, rinse off, and wrap a towel around yourself. I’ll be back with my table, we’ll knock it out fast and then they will know you’re on board, cool?”

I nodded, knowing I couldn’t afford to lose this job.

“Cool, be back in a flash.”

He wheeled his cart out, those slacks gripping his ass like a second skin…fuck this kid must tear up pussy. I got up and moved to the shower, I mean a massage was a massage, if turning it down looked bad then I needed to get it done. I got naked and stood under the hot water, the steam making my whole body relax, fuck I was tensed up about tomorrow, maybe this was just what I needed.

I got out and dried myself off, wrapping a towel around my waist and taking a look at myself in the mirror. Yeah, I still had it. I couldn’t hit the gym as hard as I used to, but I still looked cut as hell, I was going to need to find a way to increase cardio soon, but I ran my hands over my abs, I still was a stud.

I walked out and the tv was gone and now there was a massage table set up. Conner stood there in a tight, white t-shirt and a pair of red gym shorts. Holy fuck this kid was built, he wasn’t as big as I was but what he was lacking he made up for in aesthetics. He looked like he was posing for a fitness magazine instead of just being a bellhop.

“There he is!” he said cheerfully, “Hop up on here and let’s get you sorted.”

I walked over and climbed up onto the table, making sure my towel stayed closed. Last thing I needed was to flash this kid. I settled in, placing my head in the hole, and let myself relax. He poured some oil on his hands and then moved to my back. He had strong hands; fuck he wasn’t half bad!

“Yeah, you’re wound up,” he said as he worked me over, “You’re carrying a ton of tension man.”

I nodded into the circle, “Been a fucked up year.”

“I bet, here, let me get a better angle…” he climbed up onto me, straddling my waist as he began to knead my shoulders.

“Oh, fuck me…” I groaned, feeling the delicious pleasure-pain that came with a massage. He was silent as he went to town, making me grunt with each rotation, within minutes I felt like putty. 

He got off of me and asked, “We don’t need this anymore, right?”

Before I could answer he pulled my towel off, leaving me naked as the day I was born.

“Hey…” I slurred, feeling like I was floating.

“Shhh…” he said, his hands grabbing both of my ass cheeks, “You have a ton of tension here cause of your limp.” He began to feel my ass up like he was making bread and I just sighed and let him. I felt like I was fucking floating.

“Damn…you’re good…” I remarked, my voice sounding like it was coming from another room.

“Can’t take all the credit,” he said, spreading my cheeks wide and pouring some oil in between, “Am using some proprietary magic…” he rubbed my crack, slipped the tip of a finger into me.

I gasped, my head coming up for a second as I felt a tingling warmth inside of me…and then I slumped back onto the table.

“Yeah, Eden Oil makes sure even the most stressed guy will submit to relaxation,” his finger slipped deeper into me, and his mouth was on my ear, “Right Pete? You wanna submit?”

I nodded, not knowing what the fuck was going on, all I knew was that it felt amazing.

He laughed and pulled his finger out, “I gotta tell you, man, you have more in common with Maverick than I thought.”

“You know Alex?” I asked, confused as fuck.

“We’ve met,” he said and shoved two fingers into me.

“Unnnn….” I moaned, feeling myself be spread open.

“Yeah, I was going to school in Cali and ran into him and his brother…we had some fun.”

He was slowly working my hole open, going deeper with each push, at first, I felt discomfort, I just didn’t have the strength to push him out of me. But as he went on, he began to nudge things in me, small places that exploded with pleasure before fading. He kept moving too much to get it steady, so I found myself moving my ass back, trying to get him to touch that spot again.

“Oh, look at you,” he said as he stopped moving his fingers, letting me fuck myself in peace, “Come on Pete…get it!”

The shame and horror and what I was doing felt like it was happening to someone else, like I knew I should be mortified but instead I just pushed back harder, making him hit whatever it was in me harder.

“Wow, that prayer bead he put in you really hit home, didn’t it?”

His words were just noise as I pushed back harder.

“You didn’t know Pete? On the plane, a suppository was slipped in your hole…by now it should be making your pussy so itchy…is that what you got Pete? You got an itchy cunt?”

I grunted as I pushed back harder, desperate for any relief…I had no idea what the fuck was happening anymore, all I knew was I needed more.

He withdrew his fingers and I let out a plaintive moan of disappointment, he walked around in front of me and looked down at me, “What’s wrong Pete? Don’t you want your massage?”

I gazed up at him and saw the fucking log that was fighting to burst out of the thin nylon. His kid’s cock filled the front of his shorts and tilted to the right, looking like a god dammed cobra waking up. My eyes were glued to it, fixated.

“Yeah, finally noticed huh? I told you everything was to scale,” he pulled down his waistband and his cock popped up, four inches extending up to his abs as he stained his shorts, “I’m gonna keep working, ok?” I nodded, still staring and he leaned in and began to massage my back again.

His cock just hovered in front of me, slick with precum, begging to be sucked. I had never even thought about putting a guy’s cock in my mouth before, but I was so fucking spun…and this cock was so nice…I mean this kid was younger than me and had me beat by a few inches. That thought alone turned me on and I felt myself start to pant as he worked.

His hands moved down my back, and his cock got closer…I could smell him now, that familiar scent of fucking guy and sex every man knew. That musk that could only be made by a man and that all men secretly liked. We never talked about it, but it was why we all linger in locker rooms and dorms so much…that scent was like catnip to us.

And this kid stunk of it.

He leaned in again, working my lower back and his cockhead rubbed my cheek, “Shit sorry,” he said distantly as he kept working, he moved to the other side and it moved across my face, trailing cocksnot along the way. His hands touched the top of my ass, and I felt my hole flutter open in anticipation. “You need some more of this?” he asked, as a finger crooked into me.

I moaned as he violated me, and his cock shoved its way into my mouth.

The tangy saltiness of his precum flooded my tongue as he gasped, “Oh shit Pete, I’m not gay man…”

He pushed into me again and my tongue began to work around his swollen head, the automatic compulsion to pleasure this kid while he finger fucked me was intense.

“Dude…shit…” he sighed, “Fuck you’re good at that.”

He stood up and grabbed the sides of my head, “Cover your teeth more,” he said, guiding my head down onto his length. I felt myself choke as he hit the back of my mouth, “Fuck man, you suck cock as good as Mav did.”

The thought of Alex Barnes sucking this kid off danced across my mind and I moaned as I worked harder on this little stud’s member.

“Come on Pete,” he said, thrusting into me, you can do better than that.

I just laid there as he face fucked me, his fucking cock slowly pushing down my throat, cutting off my air. I was so turned on though, so fucking relaxed, I just surrendered, letting him use me however he wanted.

“See this is the real you Pete, the you who wants to be used and fucked, this is the you that has been hiding your whole life. I’m just happy I get to be part of the process to bring him out.”

His words stung as I felt more and more precum flood my mouth, this isn’t what I wanted! I wasn’t a fag…wait…was I sucking a cock?

“Just let go,” he said, pulling my head down on his hardness, making my head spin as I struggled to breathe, “You will learn to submit…to serve…you were born for this…”

The head of his cock had lodged in my throat as he taunted me, his words sinking deep into my brain like acid eating at the core of my being. I wanted to argue with his words, but I felt myself get pulled down, further and further…

“You will look beautiful submitting,” he said as my vision blurred, his cock pulsed and I felt my throat filling up with his load…he slammed me ever further down, making sure that every drop of his cum made it to my stomach…

And then nothing.

I woke up to aggressive sunlight shining on my face.

I held a hand over my face as I heard Conner’s voice, “Rise and shine, breakfast is on the way.”

I opened my mouth, to bitch him out when I paused…

What was I bitching him out for?

I remember him leaving, me taking a shower…then…a massage?

“Did you give me a massage?” I asked, my voice croaking.

He handed me a glass of water, “By the time I came up you were already out cold my man, I didn’t want to wake you.”

Shit, then why did I have memories of this kid molesting me…and me getting off on it?

“So, I have some eggs and orange juice coming up, I laid your clothes out and had them pressed. Your car will be here in an hour…so let’s move.”

I nodded and threw back my covers…exposing myself to this kid completely.

“Shit!” I said, trying to cover myself up.

He laughed, “All good man,” he said turning away, “Nothing I haven’t seen before.”

He walked out of the bedroom as I sat there…wondering what the fuck did that mean?

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Pateron / Twitter: @thejackparker01