Eden Academy

 Chapter One

The Proposal

I laid in bed, wondering why I should get up.

It was past 10 in the morning, which was late for me. Normally I would be up at 6, get a run in, hit the gym before class, grab food and then wait for practice. Now, now I get up, limp around my apartment and wonder how much longer I was going to be like this.

“You awake?” a female voice asks next to me, and I struggle to remember her name.

“Yeah…just thinking.”

She moves to curl up next to me and nudges my knee.

“Fuck!” I cry out and she moves back startled, “Watch the knee!”

“Is it that bad?” she asks like an idiot.

“I have physical therapy in a few, you better head out.”

She looks at me like I am telling a joke and then realizes I am not, “Well fuck you! I thought we had something.”

“No, you had about eight and a half inches of something last night, we had nothing.”

She looks like she is going to explode as she gets up and starts grabbing her clothes on the way to the bathroom. She slams the door and I roll my eyes; I swear all women are the same.

I wait for her to storm out before getting out of bed, I don’t need this kind of drama from some random bimbo I picked up in a bar. Once she was gone, I got up and limped to the shower, I did have PT later today, that much wasn’t a lie. I had blown my knee sliding into third last month and I’ve been benched since as I tried to get back to normal.

Two surgeries and a month of PT later and I was still limping around like a fucking gimp. I got out of the shower and slowly got dressed, making sure not to strain my knee any more than I had to. I called an Uber and headed off to campus so I could get back to work on healing.

I walked into the medical center and smiled at a few of the chicks as they walked by. Limping or not, I still looked fucking great…yeah, I still had it. I signed in, finding somewhere to sit before the pain in my knee got any worse. 20 minutes passed and I wondered if they had forgotten me when my PT guy came out, he did not look happy.

“Hey Pete,” he said, waving me down when it looked like I was going to stand, “Stay sitting, keep off it as long as possible.”

I sat back down, “What’s up? We doing the pool today or something else?”

He looked like he was searching for words…

“Dude, what’s going on?”

“Coach Perkins called, he wants you to go see him,” he said in a depressed voice.

“Why?”

He didn’t say anything.

“Ok, so I’ll be back when I’m done,” I said, slowly standing.

“Sure Pete, remember to keep off that as much as possible.”

I nodded, not sure why he was talking like I wasn’t coming back.

Hobbling over to the coach’s center I wondered what this was all about, I had been making good progress so far, he couldn’t suggest I was slacking in my PT. As I walked into his office his receptionist made a face and then smiled brightly, “Good Morning Mr. Topps, coach Perkins is waiting for you,” and waved me into his office.

I walked in and he was on the phone, “No,” he said into his phone, “No not at all…I can’t imagine, he just walked in, let me call you back.” He hung up and stood, “Pete! How you doing boy?”

I walked over and collapsed into one of the chairs in front of his desk, “Good sir, I was told you wanted to see me?”

He nodded as he walked over and closed his door, “I did, how you feeling?”

“Good sir,” I answered as he came back and sat on the edge of his desk, “Getting stronger every day.”

He smiled, “That’s great, so I’ve been talking to your doctors…”

“They say I’m healing fast,” I interjected.

“You are, but I had two different specialists look at your MRIs, and I’m sorry Pete. But I don’t think you’re going to be able to play ball again.”

I felt my blood turn to ice as this man calmly tells me my life is over.

“I know that sounds like the worst possible news you can hear, but what’s important here is that you get better, it’s not all bad.”

“So then you’re not killing my scholarship?”

He made a face, “No, the regents were pretty clear, they feel if you cannot play ball then the scholarship is null and void.”

“But…what about my PT?” I had a pretty complicated PT regime, there was no way in hell I could afford it on my own. Shit, what about school? I couldn’t afford that either!

He saw my panic and he smiled, “I know you’re upset, but I’ve been on the phone all day trying to find you something to fall back on, and I think I found something.”

“Another school to play for?”

He shook his head and walked behind his desk and pulled out a folder, “No, Pete you’re never going to play ball professionally again, that much is a fact.”

There was a pit in my stomach.

“Have you ever heard of Eden Academy?”

I shook my head.

He came back and handed me the folder, “They are the most prestigious private school in the country, and one of their prep schools are looking for a baseball coach.”

I looked at the folder, it was some kind of welcome packet for a school…a really expensive school from the look of it.

“It’s in Richardson, outside of Dallas, pay is very good but more importantly they are willing to pay for your rehab until completion. I know the principal and he is very interested in meeting with you.”

I looked up at him, “But my degree was in business, not education.”

“I know, but you know more about baseball than any three guys I know, they are willing to forgo your lack of a degree and taking your real-life experience instead. The old coach just quit, and they need someone for the new season…this is the best thing you’re going to find Pete. These people will treat you right if you just play by their rules.”

“What’s that mean?”

He smiled, “Go meet the principal and you’ll what I mean. But Pete, this is a once in a lifetime chance.”

I thanked him and got up, looks like I was on my way to Dallas.

When I got home, someone had slid an envelope under my door, in it was a boarding pass to a private plane heading to Dallas. The flight left this afternoon, so I grabbed my best clothes and tossed them in a suitcase, when I went to call an Uber they said one was already waiting for me. I went downstairs and sure enough, there was a huge SUV waiting for me.

I got in and the driver just said, “Airport right?”

“Um, yeah, are you paid for?”

He nodded, “Yep, paid and tipped, just sit back and relax sir.”

Well, I could get used to this.

As we drove the driver looked at me in the rear view, “You’re Pete Topps, right?”

“I was,” I mutter looking out the widow, then louder, “Yeah that’s me.”

“I saw you in Men’s Fitness, you get some tail off that?”

I smiled remembering better times, I had been chosen as one of the top 20 hottest college athletes in the country my freshman year and did a photoshoot for some magazines. “Yeah, more than enough…” I said underplaying just how many chicks I ended up bedding because of those pics.

“I bet,” he said driving, “I wish I was lucky and born looking like you.”

I was about to tell him it wasn’t luck, that it took an intense amount of work and dedication, but he wouldn’t believe me. As he drove me to the airport I had to admit though, he wasn’t completely wrong. There are guys like me that are just born with the right body type to stay lean and to build muscle, thin skin, fast metabolism, it is a crap shoot, but even then, you have to work your ass off to become something like me.

If I do say so myself.

He dropped me off at SAT and I made my way to my terminal for a short hop to DFW where I was told a car was waiting for me. I’d never flown in a private plane before, it was a tiny Cessna whose interior looked like it cost more than every house I had ever lived in up to this point. I was the only passenger and the steward greeted me by name.

“Mr. Topps, welcome abord, I can take your bag.”

I handed him my travel bag and noticed the guy was jacked under that uniform, he looked more like a fucking linebacker than a flight attendant.

“Obviously you can sit anywhere, we’ll be wheels up as soon as we get cleared.”

I nodded and made my way to the middle, the seats were black leather with a gold E set into the headrest…how fancy was this school?

Once I was settled in the steward came over, “We’re about take off,” he said leaning down, “Let me get you strapped in.”

He reached between my legs, and I was about to jump out of my chair when he grabbed a strap and brought it up and connected it to a normal seat belt. He gave me a smile that showed his perfect teeth and said, “This too snug?”

The strap was pressed against my cock, and I think he knew that. I just shook my head, not sure how to answer and he just nodded, yanking it one time, causing the belt to squeeze my dick. I gave a slight gasp and he winked and walked away.

What the actual fuck?

We took off and I watched San Antonio fall away under me in the window and had to admit, I felt good about this.

Once we were airborne the steward came over and set down a tray with some expensive looking crystal glasses on it. There was a pricey bottle of whiskey in the center, “Would you like me to pour you one?”

The interview wasn’t until tomorrow…I could have some fun.

“Sure,” I said smiling, “Hit me!”

He dropped a few chilled, metal spheres in the glass and pour me a few fingers full and handed it over, “Enjoy.”

It was nice, very nice, I sipped at it as I watched the clouds below me…a guy could get used to this. I don’t know how long I sat there staring but he was there again, “Refill?”

I nodded and handed the glass to him, shit was I buzzed already? He went to hand me the drink and my hand hit his…

“SHIT!” I cried out as the liquid hit my lap. I was still strapped in, so I had nowhere to go.

“Oh, I am terribly sorry sir,” he said putting the decanter down and grabbing a towel from seemingly nowhere, “Let me clean that up.”

He went to his knees and started patting at my lap, it was insane to see this huge guy serving me…on his knees…grabbing at my…shit I was getting hard!

“Whoa!” I said trying to find the release for this fucking seatbelt, “I got it, where’s the bathroom?”

“Please sir,” he said, I’ll deal with it, just take your slacks off.

He undid the belt, and I didn’t want to strip in front of this dude…but man I was fucking dizzy.

“Hips up please,” he said, and I realized he had undone my slacks and were pulling them down. I raised my ass up and he slipped them down over my legs, leaving me sitting there in my boxer briefs. He smiled at my bulge and then walked away; man how strong was that whiskey?

I sat there, trying to get my senses back when he came back, “I have them drying right now, should be ready by the time we land.”

“Cool,” I said, feeling sleepy.

“So, is this the one that’s injured?” he asked, kneeling down again, lightly touching my knee.

I winced as I nodded, but oddly there wasn’t a lot of pain…

“It has to be hard to be so strong and yet so weak…” he said, running his hand up my thigh.

“So hard…” I said distantly, the touch of his hand on me was like…what the hell was going on?

“Just relax,” he said softly, “All part of the service…”

The chair reclined back, and it felt like I was floating, the leg rest moved apart, spreading my legs and I felt his hand on my cock, the thin fabric of my briefs the only thing stopping him from touching my cock.

“Stop…” I said, my voice sounding like it was from far away.

“Shhh….” He said, rubbing my cock, making me moan, “Everyone should be a part of the mile high club.”

I struggled to stop him, but my body wouldn’t respond it felt so fucking good…

“Wow this is a nice cock,” he said, fishing it out of my briefs.

“Thanks…” I said automatically, I did have a nice cock…I was proud of it…the fact a guy was playing with it wouldn’t penetrate…

“This feel good?” he asked, stroking me slowly, my hips pushing up into his grasp.

“Oh, fuck yeah…” I admitted, pleasure fireworks going off in my mind.

“Such a big boy,” he said, making me squirm as he worked my cock over like a pro, “I bet you’re popular with girls.”

“Fuck…yeah I tear pussy up,” I admitted, my mind just dizzy with lust.

“I bet, girls are nice, but can they do this?” he asked before his mouth covered my cock.

“SHIT!” I exclaimed, the feeling of his tongue rolling over my cockhead felt like nothing I had felt before. I mean trust me; I have had tons of blow jobs…but this one…fuck this guy knew what he was doing!

I gripped the armrest as he worked my cock, motherfucker what was this guy doing with his tongue? Did all guys suck cock like this? Fuck…the chair kept my legs spread, so as he sucked my cock his hand massaged my balls, making my eyes roll back in my head.

“Oh fuck...dude…” I said, not believing I was letting a guy service me, this was wrong, I wasn’t a fag…but God damn…

He came off and smiled as he stroked my spit covered member, “That feel good Pete? You like that?”

I nodded, not understanding how I got so fucking drunk…

“So good…” I muttered, my head rolling back and forth as he teased me.

“Ever have someone rim you?”

“Huh?” I asked, trying to focus on his words.

“I’ll take that as a no…” he said as the chair moved again; my ass being raised.

“Wha…wait I…” I began to stammer when I felt his hands push my cheeks aside, “Wait no dude!”

I went to push him away and realized my wrists had been bound by some cuffs that slid around them…what the fuck!

His tongue licked around my hole, and I felt my whole body react. The chair kept my legs spread so he had full access to my most private place, I tried to clench up, but my body was so out it, my muscles refused to respond and I felt him push into me.

“Fuuucccckkk…” I moaned as his tongue violated me.

I had never felt anything like this before, the warmth, the sensation, I was horrified by what was happening but all the same I felt my hips push back onto his face, wanting to be raped all the more. Shit I could not believe how good this felt…my toes curled as I felt him push even more into me, making me moan like a fucking needy whore…my cries bouncing around the private cabin.

He pressed my thighs farther part, forcing another quarter inch of his tongue into me, making me gasp for breath as my throbbing cock leaked presume all over my abs.

“Shit…fuck…” I panted, “There…right there…oh shit…more…” I cried, not even knowing what I was saying anymore.

“You like that boy?” he asked, taking a break, “You want more?”

I looked down at him and nodded desperately, not even caring any more, my mind ablaze with the need to cum.

He grabbed my balls and rolled them around, causing another moan to slip out before I could catch it, “Ask for more…”

I shook my head, this was too much, I wasn’t a fag, no way I was going to ask for this…

“Come on Pete be a good boy…ask…” he licked the tip of my cock as he fondled me and I felt my fucking mind just explode, why did it feel this good? Seeing this huge guy, a beast of a dude licking my cock…shit why was this turning me on so much?

My knuckles were white as I gripped the armrests, the only thing keeping me in my seat was this fucking belt, “No…no….” I panted, struggling to stay above my want and failing badly.

“Beg for it,” he demanded, his finger probing my hole, “I wanna hear you cry bitch.”

“Not a bitch…” I growled, his finger pressing into my spit-soaked hole, my numbed muscles doing nothing to stop him.

“No?” he said, his finger probing into me, “Are you sure?” I winced as I felt him push into me…

“Stop…get out of…”

And then he rubbed something, and I gasped, straining at the chair with all my might. My muscles strained against the bonds as he moved his finger back and forth across that spot, making me go crazy as I thrashed about in my chair.

“You sure sound like a bitch,” he taunted, wiggling his finger over that spot again and again, “Come on Pete…say it…”

I felt my masculinity slipping as my cock throbbed helplessly, desperate to shoot but having nothing to rub against. God, I needed to cum…fuck…but I wasn’t…a…fag…

He crooked his finger up, no longer teasing whatever that was but jamming it hard and I saw flashes of light explode around my vision, “Shiiitt…”

He pulled out and suddenly two fingers were in me and back to pushing against that spot, driving me insane. He was stretching my hole so good…

He reached around and took hold of my weeping cock, “Come on Pete, you got two fingers up in your little jock hole and you’re loving it. You wanna cum Pete? I wanna hear you beg…come on…you can do it…”

“P-p-please…” I rasped, literally begging myself not to say it.

“Please what?” he asked, pistioning his fingers back an inch or two and then slamming up into me, drawing out the confession he wanted one micro-orgasm at a time.

Fuck, that felt so good! Not a fag…not a…shit right there…

“You’re pushing back,” he teased, “Just say it…come on Pete…say it…”

His words stunned me, I had been pushing back, trying to force my ass back onto his fingers…what the hell was wrong with me?

Now it was three fingers and I felt like I was going to burst, he was mauling that spot and I was sobbing for him to let me cum…I needed release so badly…

“Say it!” he shouted, and something snapped.

“Please let me cum! Please…”

“Are you gonna be a good boy?” he asked.

“I can be a good boy…I’m a good boy…oh god….” The words just spilled out, my brain no longer controlling my actions, my cock was doing all the talking for me.

He was fingerfucking me like crazy now, making me jerk like a marionette doll as he leaned in to my face.

“You want this, you need this…feel that Pete? You feel that?” I nodded desperately, each stab making my cock leak, “This is your future, this is what you crave…now beg me to cum.”

“Please let me cum,” I rattled off instantly, “Please...need to…”

“Adress me with respect!”

I internally moaned but my mouth didn’t care, “Please sir, I’ll be a good boy…let me cum…let your boy cum…”

He smiled, took all three fingers and pressed them down on that spot and said, “Cum for me cunt…”

Cum exploded out of my cock as my world faded to a pinpoint, I could hear myself screaming in ecstasy, but it sounded like it was somewhere else, far, far away…I pushed back on his hand as my cock continued to rain my load over my chest and abs, giving me pleasure in a way that I could have never dreamed…

And then nothing.

I don’t know how long I was out, but I slept in a cocoon of happiness I hadn’t felt since I blew out my knee. People talked around me, but I ignored them, trying to wrap my dreams around me like a security blanket and sleep a little bit longer.

I was awoken by someone tapping my shoulder and I saw the stud leaning in, “We’re about to land Mr. Topps,” he said pleasantly.

Jerking back from him I looked down…and saw I was completely dressed. I looked around, what the fuck?

“Why did you do that?” I asked him and he gave me a confused look.

“I’m sorry sir?”

“I know what you did to me, you took my pants…and…” why were my memories so fucked?

“Took your pants sir? I’m confused.”

“You spilled a drink on my slacks,” I said, looking down and feeling them…they felt the same, no indication they’d been washed…

“Perhaps you were dreaming? You fell asleep after your first drink and was talking while you out, but no one took your pants sir.”

He said it with such disdain that now I was doubting myself. Did it happen? Was it a dream? And why would I dream that shit?

He handed me a bottled water, “Maybe this will help.”

I nodded confused and took it, “Thanks.:

He smiled, “Not a problem, we’re making our descent now.”

He walked away, Jesus that guy was built…why was he a fucking flight attendant when he could be a linebacker?

I opened the water and took a long swig and felt instantly better. My distress faded and I chalked it up to a bad dream…a really bad one. Why would I dream of someone playing with my ass? That’s fucking gay.

I finished the bottle and settled in as the plane landed…I needed to get my head in the game, I had an interview tomorrow and I couldn’t blow it. My life was about to change forever, I could fell it!

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