Securing a part-time job was easier than I thought. The fact that my part-time was on campus worked in my favor, because I wasn’t keen on commuting all over the city for my pay. My choice was a no-brainer: the rec center, which meant I could use the gym when no one was there just by coming in early.
A desk job also served as good training for what I was studying to become. To be perfectly honest, it was boring as hell to scan IDs and give guys and gals everything they wanted. Everything they wanted from the person tending the front desk, of course.
As a country boy, it was only then that I started to realize how static life could be. Despite my bible study and how much time I’d spent indoors when at home, I’d used to have freedoms that didn’t come by easily here. I even missed going to the shed to fish with my dad, which said something.
College kids do everything in packs; so there was an ebb and flow to their routine, which gave me time to read and add new knowledge to my studies. I was particularly interested in learning more about philosophers from ancient times. The more I learned, the more I wanted to discover.
“Whatcha doing?”
I raised my eyes from my book to stare at him. “Your ID, please,” I said stiffly, boring my eyes into his.
Adrian laughed and leaned over the desk. “Come on, Jo, you know me. You could just let me in.” He winked, as if that was enough to convince me.
I didn’t care about jeopardizing my part-time since it was cushy and paid enough. So I gave my stepbrother a withering stare.
“You don’t strike me as the type who works out in a place like this,” I said.
He was in perfect shape, as I well knew it. But his was that kind of body that people got by doing things they enjoyed, not running endlessly on a treadmill. In his case, that thing had to be fucking. Yeah, he looked like a fucker to me.
“Are you trying to insult me?” He snorted and looked around. He moved so quickly that I couldn’t stop him. In one move, he grabbed my book and stared at the cover, narrowing his eyes. “And you don’t strike me as the type who reads Nicomachean Ethics.”
Now he intrigued me. “Why?”
“Because,” he replied, leaning over more and dumping the book on my desk – already closed, to annoy me, “this dead dude talks about real virtue, and you, fucker, have no idea what that is.”
So I was a fucker to him, too. “Interesting,” I said, making sure to show more teeth than I needed. “I was born a sinner, like all good Catholics. So you’re telling me nothing new. From birth, I’ve been owing God big time.”
I had no idea where I intended to go with this, but I wanted to keep him with me for a little longer.
“So, are you actually trying to improve and become a nice human being? I doubt reading Aristotle will help you achieve that.”
We were having a conversation that didn’t touch the topic of dick-sucking, so I suppose we were making progress.
“He makes some really fine points,” I said, rapping my fingers on the book. “I have plenty to learn from him.”
“Are you going to learn how to be happy? Because I don’t think you know how to do that, either.”
It hurt to hear him say that. But I had more than a vague idea about what he meant by it. “Maybe. There’s always a start for everything.”
“When do you finish here?”
I was on the evening shift, which meant that after the last students left, I had to do some cleaning and then lock the place up.
“When there’s no more work to be done,” I replied.
Adrian shrugged, pursed his lips as if he was thinking of something, and then took out his student ID. I scanned it and gave it back to him.
“Anything else?” I asked.
“Just point me to the locker room, my good sir.”
I shook my head and just pointed at where he needed to go to change, without breaking eye contact with him. Whatever he was playing at, it was juvenile. Accustomed as he had to be to having everyone eat out of the palm of his hand, he couldn’t stand the idea that I wasn’t under his thumb like anyone else.
It was only because he was too young back then to know that he had a hold on me like no one else would ever have. And of course, it was my right to protect myself to the best of my abilities.
Later, he came out of the locker room, looking like a walking wet dream in a pair of running shorts and a tight tank top, both black. Aristotle had to wait while I was busy ogling him from my desk. It looked like he wanted to prove something to me because he routinely went through all the equipment, checking me out from time to time, most likely to make sure that I was still looking.
Except for the few times a couple of students needed me to act as their front desk attendant, I stared at him all the time. In my head, I kept telling myself that I was only showing him that he wasn’t impressing me with that display.
The more I looked, the harder he worked. I could smell his sweat from where I was standing – it was only my imagination, but it was enough to get me all worked up.
He’d have to shower afterwards, and I could picture myself standing behind him and washing his back. I’d let my hands ran over his supple muscles until I reached his hips. My fingers would slowly wrap around his slim figure, my thumbs digging into his buttocks, slowly massaging them. He’d push his ass back, begging me without words. I’d bite his shoulder while I’d aim my cock at his tight, hot hole. He’d give in so sweetly and show me heaven.
A female student repeated whatever question she had until I had to give up on my wide-eyed dreaming. She gave me a strange look and threw a cursory glance at the treadmills and weight machines. Since she was the only girl still there at that hour, she was probably having a hard time figuring out who I was staring at so intently.
I didn’t like her suspicious expression, so I schooled my face to make it look bored and neutral. Finally, she left.
That was a warning in itself. Although I was so many miles from home, I couldn’t start acting like that. Whatever Adrian was playing at, he needed to chill, because he was messing up my plans.
I returned to Aristotle and his dry musings. Despite what Adrian thought about my reading, ancient dead dudes were the only ones who’d do it for me; they were just too dead to care about judging me. Now that’s the difference between philosophy and religion – just my two cents; fans of the latter believe they’re stickler to its very essence, when they’re twisting it the most; and they keep it alive when they should treat it like the ancient artefact it is. Or maybe I was thinking all that because once I got into college, I developed an imperious need to scoff at whatever I’d been taught till then and become a fancier version of myself.
Adrian stuck around. I didn’t have to look to know he was still there. The gym rats in favor of working out late finally petered out, and I knew we had to be alone.
To show him that I meant business, I closed my book and stashed it under the desk. Without paying him any mind, I began folding towels and picking up whatever items the other students had left behind them. Someone else would do the actual cleaning first thing in the morning, but since cleanliness is close to godliness, I couldn’t just let things scattered around.
“We’re about to close,” I announced, without looking at him.
“Who’s ‘we’?” he questioned, grunting as he continued to work out at one of the weight machines.
“Be careful. You might pull a muscle,” I advised.
“Lock the door, Jo,” he ordered, without interrupting his routine.
“Whatever you have in mind, take it to one of your girlfriends,” I warned him.
“What girlfriends?”
He wouldn’t pull me into that kind of game. Although I didn’t show the slightest sign, he had to know I was low-key jealous of his female conquests.
“Adrian, it’s late. Just wrap it up already.”
“Not until you lock the door. I’m going to pull a muscle if you don’t.”
“You tempt me to lock the door from the other side and leave you in here.”
“You wouldn’t do that to me.”
He knew at least as much. I wouldn’t have, of course. With an exaggerated sigh, I walked over to the door, checked to see if anyone was around and locked it. Since the gym had huge floor to ceiling windows on the side facing the quad, it was at least amusing that he – or I, for that matter – thought locking the door would give us any privacy.
“There you go. Atta boy,” he drawled.
He wanted something from me and was showing me that he wouldn’t stop until he got it. If I indulged him – I lied to myself – he’d move on. Clearly, he considered that there were unsolved issues between us, and he wanted to get them off his chest. Or just get off, I don’t know.
Adrian sauntered away from the weight machine, heading for the showers. “Are you coming?” he threw over his shoulder, but without meeting my eyes which were already following him.
I didn’t say a word. Wasn’t this precisely what I kept on imagining only earlier? Maybe I’d been a good boy lately; it looked like I deserved a reward.
The sound of running water and the steam engulfed me as soon as I stepped inside the showers. Following the noise he was making while washing, I got to where he was standing underneath the hot water spray. He placed both hands on the wall in front of him, allowing me the pleasure of admiring the tense line of his arm muscles. Wet hair got in his eyes, and he looked beautiful.
I crossed my arms and stared at him. My cock was already hard, but I was an expert at neglecting my little buddy’s needs.
“What do you want, Adrian?” I asked.
He pushed himself away from the wall. It shouldn’t have surprised me, but he still caught me unawares when he grabbed me by the front of the shirt and pressed me against the wall, without giving a damn that I was still dressed.
His lips covered my mouth, bent of devouring it. He wanted me, and for a moment, I felt elated. Just like a cheerleader singled out by the broad-shouldered quarterback, I was beyond myself that he was choosing me over his many girlfriends.
I pressed my hands against his chest, my first intention being to push him away. Didn’t he know that if he gave me a taste of heaven, I’d never go back to hell?
He lacked any semblance of self-preservation. Or I was just a game for him, an obstacle to overcome. I wanted so much to question him, to find out from his sexy lips just what exactly he planned to do with me. But the pleasure of having him kiss me so hungrily and passionately conquered all else.
My attempt to push him away turned into a tender caress. I brushed my fingers over his hardened nipples, reveling in the way he thrummed under my ministrations.
He had me, but I couldn’t let him know that so easily. I lived with the worry that he was the kind never to play long with his toys. Just in case he decided to keep me, I couldn’t allow him the freedom to abandon me as he saw fit.
My clothes were getting soaking wet. It would be weird to walk outside looking like this, but it would be worth it, seeing what he was doing to me.
I wrapped my arms around him and let my hands wander across his back. It felt so good to grab his ass again. Although he’d given me very little before, I knew I wanted that – to sink my fingers into his tight heat and enjoy the hell out of it this time.
“Watch it,” he growled at me. “You’re not allowed to touch my ass.”
“No shit,” I countered. “It looks to me like you’re itching for a dicking, dear brother.”
He laughed and pressed himself against me. “Every little thing I decide to give you,” he whispered, “you’ll have to beg for it or earn it.”
“I’ll opt for the latter. Let me give you a proper work out, and you’ll see how good I am at earning it.”
“Lick my ass,” he ordered.
I hadn’t even hoped he’d say something like that. So my face should’ve showed my shock at such a request.
A smirk lit his face. Obviously, he thought he’d won. Too bad he didn’t realize he was pushing me to go deeper, and I intended to take him down with me.
“You don’t have the guts, do you?” he taunted me.
I grabbed his balls fast to let him know I meant business. He hissed and gave me a hooded look. Underneath, there was still a bit of fear. He didn’t know how to take me, but he wanted me, so desire was stronger than the need to show precaution.
I dropped to my knees on the wet floor, droplets from the shower pelting my forehead. He didn’t react as I nimbly pushed myself between his legs to emerge on the other side. Then, he was pushed face against the wall and I was pulling his butt cheeks apart. My obsession – his dark pink hole – was right in front of me. This time, I intended to make him feel good, not scared.
The tip of my tongue barely touched his skin there that he moaned as if I was already fucking him. My dick hurt from being so hard. But I didn’t touch myself at all. If he wanted to use me, I was fine with being used.
I could hear him jacking off fast while I started licking his ass for real. If I could fuck him with my tongue, I’d do it – that was what I thought. Only that it was clearly too little to hope for.
“Yeah, fuck, Jo,” he moaned. “Lick my ass, you fucking asshole.”
He was still mad at me. But maybe if I did a good job of licking his ass, he’d forget about why he was so furious in the first place. I hope he wouldn’t, because then he’d stop staying away, and I knew it wouldn’t be good for us.
For now, giving him this rimjob was everything both of us needed. I limited myself to the act of giving, and he to the act of receiving. It was the best kind of penitence I could think of.
I heard him coming, but I didn’t stop. I dug my fingers into the muscles of his ass cheeks and held him close so I could penetrate his tight ass with my tongue. Only when the last shivers of his orgasm left his body, I stopped.
“If you think that makes us friends, don’t,” he warned me in a ragged, uneven voice.
So, a rimjob wasn’t enough. I walked out of the showers, water dripping from my clothes, while thinking of how I should honor his other requests.
Because I was sure a lot of them would follow.
tbc
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