Donovan
Donovan threw his keys on the table. His studio apartment welcomed him with creaking floorboards, an unmade bed, and stacks of books set haphazardly. The quick shower he had taken at the gym did little to soothe his sore body; the intense workout Cole had put him through made him question his capabilities.
His cock was still plump from the teasing he had endured.
He tossed his bag on the small loveseat he had placed at the end of his bed. A large flat screen faced a small table covered in scribbled notes and discarded soda cans.
He slumped on his bed heavily and stared at the ceiling.
His mind wandered back to Cole’s beautiful features, and instantly his cock sprang to life. He slipped his tired fingers under the band of his briefs and wrapped them around his rod. The heaviness of his nuts drove him to take off his clothes completely after only a few strokes. He now lay naked on his sheets, imagining Cole’s lips placing soft kisses on his collarbone. His chaste fantasy then turned into something perverted, and soon Cole’s lips were around his manhood. He imagined them slowly pulling back his foreskin to reveal his cockhead.
As the thought came to him, he slowly pulled it back. His knob was red, sensitive from the denied pleasure it had experienced. He spit in his hand and lubed it up gently.
He flinched, but forced himself to tease it until it was too much. He stopped and let his foreskin roll over his head, the sensation enough to get him close to cumming. Slow stroke turned into long and hard ones, pulling on all 8 inches fiercely. His panting filled the room, his thoughts drifting to his gym buddy as he nearly climaxed.
But in a frustrating turn of events, his hand stopped moving, leaving his boner screaming and raging red. His balls were tight and ready for release.
He pinched the bridge of his nose.
“Fuck,” he muttered.
He knew he wouldn’t be able to lie to Cole if he came. He realized he didn’t wish to disappoint him, that somehow, he had no right to.
Donovan headed to the shower and let cold water pour on him. His hand mechanically reached out for a quick stroke, but he resisted the urge, as hard as it was. He went to bed that night with a new feeling he didn’t quite understand; he had never submitted to anyone before.
But in a sense, it felt right.
°°°
The following day, Cole texted him as if nothing had transpired at the gym. Donovan hesitated and chose not to open the message at first, but when it vibrated a second time, he typed in :
“What’s up?”
The following conversation quickly led to Donovan agreeing to meet Cole at a local café.
He dressed in casual jeans, pulled out a fitted white T-shirt from his drawer, and slipped into worn but comfortable sneakers. He then picked up a warm jacket and headed out into the chill winter morning. He walked to the café. Cole was already sitting there by a window, waiting while reading a small book. Donovan grinned; his friend was so casually handsome that something stirred in him.
The heated air that escaped the café when he came in was close to salvation. He breathed a long sigh of relief and greeted the staff before sitting in front of Cole.
“How’ve you been? Slept well?” He asked without looking up.
Donovan shrugged. “Just the usual, I was a bit restless.”
The shadow of a smile was at the corner of Cole’s mouth.
Fucker. Donovan thought.
“On my part, I slept fairly well. Yesterday was intense,” he closed his book and put it aside. “Wouldn’t you agree?”
“Guess so,” Donovan mumbled, looking down.
He could feel Cole’s gaze on him, fully aware that they had shared something intimate that broke the bounds of friendship. Donovan had never felt so small, but he didn’t feel threatened. He knew Cole wouldn’t do anything to harm him, and yet, there was something dangerous about him.
A hunger that triggered a reaction Donovan had never had before.
His dick swelled slightly, and he shifted in discomfort.
And at that moment, the waiter, a young man around their age, stopped at their table.
“We’ll have two green teas, with a hint of mint,” Cole said.
Donovan looked up, ready to object. But a glance in his friend’s direction made him agree.
“You don’t mind tea?” Cole asked.
“I’d rather have chosen coffee, but tea works,” He laced his fingers together on the table. “You’ve never done that before.”
Cole chuckled. “Done what?”
“Ordered for me, without,” he paused. “You know, without asking.”
“I figured you’d like the tea, I know you like me taking care of you,” Cole smirked again, cocksure as always. “I’m sure your not so little friend agrees with me too.”
Donovan’s face flushed red in seconds, and his pants were now uncomfortably tight. How he wished he could’ve blown his load the previous night. Then, he wouldn’t be in this situation. Shamefully aware of his own erection, he put both his hands between his legs in an attempt to hide it.
“What’s this all about?” Donovan said a bit too loudly. “Do you get off of this?”
“It’s satisfying, for sure.”
The waiter returned with the tea, two empty cups with a steaming pot whose sweet scent tickled Donovan’s nose.
“Thanks,” he said, then focused back on his friend. “But what am I to you?”
There was desperation in his voice; it betrayed his usual bravado, his cocky attitude crumbling with an ease he’d have scoffed at in the past. His cock had always held power over him, his sex drive so high he had once fucked multiple guys in a single weekend. If there was one thing he had never done before, it was to keep his cum contained for another’s sake.
He was trapped, and though it was infuriating and frightening, he could not help but feel it was right.
“Someone I’m interested in,” Cole served the tea, taking his time to fill both their cups. “Someone who intrigues me, someone who needs to be controlled.”
The last word rang in Donovan’s ears.
Control.
What does it even mean?
“I’ve been managing pretty well on my own, dude.” His erection had subsided, a pang of anger born from his friend’s arrogance sweeping away the strange feelings that had kept him restrained. “Whatever dominant streak you have, I could wrestle out of you in a single match.”
Cole sipped on his tea. “I know that, and I’d love to see you in a singlet.”
“Is that a challenge?” Donovan smirked, playfulness overriding his irritation.
“Might be.”
Donovan sighed and sipped the tea, knowing it had cooled down even if steam was still rising. It was a bit sour, but he chose not to add sugar. Outside, droplets of rain began sprinkling the high windows of the café.
“When’s the date?” Cole said after a while.
“What… date?” Donovan shot hesitantly.
“The wrestling date, you’re the one who offered. I’ll take you up on it.”
“Man, I was just,” Donovan was about to respond, he’d said it without thinking, but reconsidered quickly. “Tomorrow, after class, I’ll show you who’s boss.”
“That works for me.”
“Good.”
“Don’t forget to keep your balls full, and bring a singlet,” He emptied his cup. “You’ll look fantastic all fluffed up in it.”
Donovan's breath caught in his throat; he could feel his sack weighing in his briefs as his cock filled up again. A wet spot was spreading, and the need for a good wank was becoming inevitable. The voice in his head objected to his lewd fantasies, reminding him that if he did, the betrayal would destroy his chances of tasting Cole’s cherry.
But he wasn’t sure if he could last another day.
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