Broken Faith

[mantikohr]

Hey all, this is my first story here. It might be too slow a start for you guys, but if you bear with me, things will start happening, I promise

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The world's gone mad
And I have lost touch
I shouldn't admit it
But I have.
It slipped away while I was distracted
I haven't changed
I swear I haven't changed
How did this happen? I didn't feel myself
Evaporating...

The Invisible Man
- Marillion

Chapter 1 – Everything For a Reason

The blaring alarm finally forced my eyes open long enough for me to look at the clock by my bed. I stared, uncomprehending for a moment, before stretching my arm out to hit the snooze button.

I still have time.

I shivered and rolled over, curling into the fetal position and wrapping myself in the patchwork quilt I had inherited from my grandmother.

BEEEEEP BEEEEEP BEEEEEP

It felt like I had barely closed my eyes before the alarm went off again. I hid under my covers, trying to ignore the persistent blaring, but it was futile. With a sigh, I climbed out of bed and hurriedly pulled on my pants. I liked my Tuesday classes, but I hated having to wake up early. I glanced at the time again--9:20.

Shit!

I ran downstairs, arms tangled in the fleece pullover I struggled to put on, and threw open the pantry door. I mentally checked off my morning list: grab a muffin; books in my backpack; pull on my shoes; check my back pocket for wallet; lock my door.

Luckily my classes on Tuesdays and Thursdays were right down the street. I made it to the parking lot and hurriedly pulled into a vacant space. I strode toward the building, trying not to run, and checked my watch--9:30.

I cursed and hoped Professor Martin was forgiving of tardiness. This was the fourth time I had been late to class in the past three weeks. I ran up the stairs and slipped through the back door of the classroom, taking a seat in the back to draw as little attention to myself as possible.

Having made it to class, I breathed a sigh of relief. I had barely made it in time to turn in my reading assignment. I flipped open my notebook and settled in for Professor Martin’s lecture…

“Alright everyone, see you on Thursday.” I blinked and shook my head. Class was over already? I yawned and looked at the clock. He had let us out early again.

I stuffed my belongings into my backpack and, dodging several of my classmates without looking at them, stepped out into the hall. It was time for English. I made my way leisurely to the third floor, no rush now, and took a seat outside the door while I waited for the previous class to exit.

I pulled the novel I was reading out of my bag, The Straw Men, but the moment I had cracked it open, I caught something out of the corner of my eye that distracted me.

Marcus.

I had never even talked to him, merely admired him from a distance since the first week of class. Now, more than halfway through the semester, I had still not worked up the nerve to start up a conversation.

He was shorter than me, about 5’ 8”, and had his black hair cut short and spiked. He wore a pair of jeans that hugged his legs just enough to accent his small ass. A white, long-sleeved shirt clung to his slim chest and abdomen, revealing enough that I felt a stirring as my cock perked up. I envisioned myself peeling off his shirt and running my hand slowly up his stomach before moving back down and yanking off his belt.

The bench under me shifted, and with a start I was yanked back to reality. Marcus dropped down next to me and I blushed and buried my face in my book. After reaching the bottom of the page and realizing that I did not remember a single word, I closed my book.

My eyes widened in horror as I realized there was a noticeable bulge in my pants, and I hurriedly pulled my backpack over my lap, risking a sidelong glance at the hottest guy in my English class. Had he had caught me staring? Or worse…had he seen my hard-on?

I had never dared to look at his face long enough to see his eyes, but as he turned his head and smiled in greeting, I saw that they were a gorgeous dark brown, almost black. I lost myself in them for a moment before I realized what I was doing, and blushed again, tearing my eyes away from his face.

I was saved from my embarrassment when, at that moment, the door to the room burst open and Professor Morrison’s first class filed out. I smiled shakily at Marcus and jumped to my feet, fighting my way through the crowd of students to take my usual seat near the back of the class.

Professor Morrison had written a question on the whiteboard, “Is there such a thing as altruism?” along with instructions for the homework due next class.

I wondered for a moment if the question was for the previous class, or us but figured I would find out soon, and pulled out my book again. I made my way through a few pages, but it did not keep my interest. My roommate had recommended it to me, but it was not my type of book.

I loved epic fantasy and science fiction. The longer a series, the better, as far as I was concerned. I loved getting to know a group of characters and then following them through thousands of pages of adventures. The more I read of a different world, the easier it was for me to escape into it.

“Good morning scholars!” Professor Morrison greeted the class. She was a friendly middle-aged woman. She kept her medium-brown, curly hair short, and she wore a long tan skirt and a cream-colored blouse. A general murmur met her greeting and she proceeded to indicate the whiteboard.

“Who can tell me what altruism is?” she began. After a moment of silence, a stocky guy with a curly head of hair raised his hand.

“Selflessness?” he ventured.

“Perfect! Altruism is acting unselfishly for the benefit of someone else with no benefit to oneself. The dictionary’s definition of altruism is:
1 - the principle or practice of unselfish concern for or devotion to the welfare of others or Animal Behavior.
2 - behavior by an animal that may be to its disadvantage but that benefits others of its kind, as a warning cry that reveals the location of the caller to a predator.

“So what do you think?” She gestured at the board. “Is there such a thing as altruism?”

Several people chimed “Yes,” and others nodded. I scanned the room before turning back to the front and shaking my head.

“I see a lot of people saying ‘Yes’,” her gaze settled on me and she raised an eyebrow. “Jared, you say ‘No’?”

I blushed and glanced around the room again before blurting out, “Everybody does everything for a reason.”

A girl sitting in the row next to mine raised her hand and said matter-of-factly, “Well, I believe in the Dalai Lama, and he is a figure who acts only for the benefit of others.”

“But he is acting that way for a reason,” I argued. “He’s a spiritual leader, he was trained to do good deeds—he is expected to help others. He only does it because he is supposed to, not out of some mystic sense of benevolence, or because he wants to. Even Mother Theresa wasn’t an altruist. She spent her entire life serving others, but remember that article a couple years ago? For forty years she struggled with her belief in God. She was only acting like a saint to prove her faith to herself. That’s not altruism.”

“Well, they did a study at an old folks home once,” a guy in the back chimed in. “They brought in dogs and the dogs, just by being there, and not really getting anything out of being there, made the old people’s quality of life go up. So that could be altruism.”

The teacher nodded, “Many people do think dogs love their masters unconditionally, which is why they are considered man’s best friend.”

I shook my head before piping up again, “Dogs don’t love unconditionally. Stop feeding your dog and see what happens.” A few chuckles rang out from around the room.

Professor Morrison held up her hand with a smile. “Okay, we are going to divide up into groups and read the articles in this handout.” She distributed the packets to the class. “I want you to answer the question on the board using examples from the three essays. We will hear each group’s conclusions in the last fifteen minutes of class.”

As she moved around the class counting out groups, my gaze drifted over to Marcus. He was bent over his desk scribbling into a notebook. I really needed to figure out a way to get to know him. But what if he was straight? For some reason I felt like he might be gay, but I had no legitimate reason to think so, it was probably just wishful thinking…


As soon as class ended I rushed to the bathroom. I groaned contentedly as I relieved myself, staring down at my exposed stomach. A thin trail of dark hair led from my belly button down to my closely trimmed pubes. A small, thin patch grew above my navel, but otherwise my stomach and chest were smooth and hairless. My cock was three inches soft, and cut. I loved how it looked. It was straight and six inches when hard, the perfect size in my opinion. I had definitely had a lot of fun with it over the years.

I finished and went to the sink. As I washed my hands I studied myself in the mirror. A long oval face with dark eyes and an olive tone stared back at me. Dark stubble covered my jaw from my curly sideburns to my chin—I hated shaving, and besides, the growth made me look more striking. I used a hair buzzer to trim it every few days, so I always had some facial hair.

I self-consciously brushed my forehead. My hair, lighter on the top of my head, was receding and I had begun to accept it, but it still embarrassed me. I was only 23, for Christ’s sake—and this had not been a recent development.

I sighed. There was nothing I could do about it. Besides, I told myself, I still look okay…sometimes. I had struggled with that problem all my life. When I was in a good mood, I knew I was good-looking, and I could get along with anyone. When I was not, I was withdrawn and self-conscious.

At least I was tall—6’ 2”, to be precise—and I had been told many times that I had a good body. I believed it most of the time, but I still worried, since I owed my body purely to genetics. I could not commit to an exercise program; I had tried.

I was not muscled. I was slender and naturally toned instead, weighing a barely healthy (according to my doctor) 155 pounds.

I dried my hands and had just turned the corner to leave the restroom when I froze. I stood face to face with Marcus. My eyes widened and I struggled to think of something to say.

He smiled and I felt my face grow hot. “I liked how you argued against the whole class today.” He spoke with an accent, but not enough to make him hard to understand. I had never heard anything as sexy as his voice. The first day of class we had all introduced ourselves. Marcus had come to the U.S. from Argentina.

I swallowed, and smiled weakly. I was tongue-tied. I could not look away from his eyes. They were darker than mine, and held a sparkle of amusement as they flicked down over my body.

I cleared my throat. “Yeah, well somebody had to play the devil’s advocate, right?” I chuckled weakly.

He looked surprised for a moment before replying, “You mean you don’t really think that?”

I sidled around him as I tried to work out a response. “No…I mean, I did mean what I said. I—uh—” I trailed off, unsure of how to finish the sentence, and I stopped moving. My gaze slid down to my feet and I felt my face heating again.

Marcus said nothing for a moment before breaking the uncomfortable silence. “Are you into philosophy?”

I peeked back up at him to see him waiting intently for my answer. “Not really, I mean, I like talking about it at parties, and me and my roommate sometimes get into some pretty deep discussions. But I’ve never taken a class or even read a book about it. Professor Morrison actually told me after class today that I should take philosophy from Professor Ardanbeck. She said I have the mind for it.”

I grinned remembering the conversation. When the right mood struck me I could definitely hold my own in a philosophical conversation.

Marcus grinned back, “You should! You were really quick with your arguments, it was fun to watch you in action.”

“Well, it was definitely the most fun I’ve had in that class this semester,” I admitted. I hesitated for a moment, and then blurted, “Do you have another class right now?”

His eyes widened and he met my eyes before quickly dropping his gaze to the floor. “I do,” he answered, but continued hesitantly. “But…maybe we could get together and talk some other time..?”

My pulse quickened and I nodded vigorously. “Yeah, definitely! I mean—“I said more calmly, “That would be cool.”

I dropped my backpack to the bathroom floor and pulled out a piece of paper, ripping it in half and giving one of the pieces to him. I scribbled my phone number on the sheet I held and, after a moment, he handed me the other half.

I folded the paper up after a quick glance at the number scrawled on it in green highlighter, and slid it into my pocket.

I backed up, swinging my backpack over my shoulder, and as I turned to leave, he smiled again and said “See you later.”

“Bye…” I stepped out of the bathroom and took a deep breath. I knew I had a ridiculous grin plastered on my face, but I didn’t care.

I got his number!

 

[Craiger]

Mantikohr,

Very nicely done. The pace is just right. I like how you worked the descriptions of each of your characters into the story rather than bluntly stating their physical attributes. It is a very good beginning and I look forward in reading more.

Craiger

 

[JarodA]

I liked the start. Please continue.

 

[Nederoth]

I couldn't put it better than Craiger. Thanks, mantikohr!

 

[mantikohr]

Broken Faith - Chapter 2

Thanks for the kind words guys They are much appreciated. Hopefully you will enjoy this chapter--it's a bit more sexual than chapter 1

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I tried to be someone else
But nothing seemed to change
I know now, this is who I really am inside.
Finally found myself
Fighting for a chance.
I know now, this is who I really am.

The Kill
- 30 Seconds To Mars

Chapter 2 – Who I Am

Half an hour after I should have found the apartments, I finally pulled over in front of the address I was searching for. God, I hated Utah County—two cities right next to each other with identical street names. Who the hell thought that up?

I backed my motorcycle against the curb and dropped its kickstand, pulling off my helmet as I climbed off the bike. This was definitely it. There was no turning back now. I stuffed my gloves into one of the saddlebags on the back of my bike and latched my helmet to the frame.

I took a deep breath to steady myself and loped across the street, pulling out my phone to double check the apartment number. 19B. I paused in front of the door and peered through the window. Nothing moved inside. I nervously scanned the area before raising my hand and knocking lightly.

Doubts suddenly filled me. What if I had the wrong apartment? What if somebody else answered the door? What if this was a trick to lure me into an ambush—would I end the day lying beaten and bloodied at the bottom of the stairs behind me? I had heard of things like that.

I adjusted my hat self-consciously. Despite the temperature being close to 100 degrees, I had brought my beanie. The guy I was meeting had told me he liked it. I had dressed up in what I considered my best clothes. I wore my favorite jeans, just tight enough to cling to my ass but still loose enough around the legs to hang down comfortably. I had chosen my Cancun t-shirt. It was smaller than I usually wore, and clung loosely to my body, showing off my slender torso.

I knocked again, more loudly, and waited impatiently. Finally, I heard stirring behind the door. I steeled myself as the door swung open.

“Jared?” The guy standing in front of me smiled and invited me inside.

“Yep,” I nodded. “Hi, Alberto.” He stood a few inches shorter than myself, maybe 5’ 10”, and had a neatly trimmed goatee. He had a solid, muscled build, and the tight white t-shirt he wore accented his biceps and toned chest.

He led me to the couch and we sat next to each other. He looked me up and down appraisingly, “You’re cute.” I blushed and looked away.

“Thanks.” I looked back at him, “You are too.” After a brief hesitation, I continued with a weak smile. “Sorry, I’ve never done this before. I’m kind of nervous.”

“It’s okay,” he replied with a grin. “I’ll be gentle.” He placed his hand on my thigh and my heartbeat quickened.

He spoke with an accent. He had grown up in Mexico, and moved to the U.S. when he was a teenager. I had never really been attracted to Latin guys before, but suddenly I found his accent incredibly exotic.

I moved my hand down, placing it over Alberto’s, then looked up into his eyes. They sucked me in, dark, mysterious, almost black. Almost unconsciously, I leaned forward. He closed his eyes and met my lips with his.

A tingle shot down my body, and I felt pressure as my dick began pressing against my jeans. I pulled back and gazed at him. He smiled and I scooted closer to him before pressing my lips against his again. I probed out with my tongue, lightly running it along his lips before sliding it into his mouth, which opened eagerly to accept it.

I inhaled deeply and caught a hint of his cologne. It smelled like vanilla. I groaned, my heart racing, and wrapped my fingers in his hair, pulling his face more firmly against mine.

I reached down and found his belt. I slipped my hand under his shirt and traced my fingers along his stomach, finally pressing my hand flat and sliding up to his chest. I could feel his six pack as my fingers explored, finally coming to rest on his left nipple. It poked against his shirt, and I teased it with my fingertips, tracing a circle around it and rolling it gently with my fingers.

The hand on my thigh tightened, and then slowly moved up to find the bulge in my pants. I breathed in sharply and pulled back as his fingers found my tool, rubbing it slowly through my pants. My cock twitched in appreciation—it felt incredible!

I dropped my hand down his chest and traced it along his stomach just above his belt, before slipping my fingers downs. I used my fingertips to pull my hand further in and felt curly hair against my palm as I found his balls and lightly tickled them. Just as I wrapped my fingers around his tool, he grasped my wrist and pulled me off the couch, leading me into his bedroom and shutting the door behind us.

I threw myself at him the moment he turned to face me, forcing his back against the door and pressing my body into his. I could feel our cocks pressing against each other through our jeans, and I groaned as I pushed against him, grinded against him.

I threaded my fingers through his hair as I pulled his lips against mine, working my tongue feverishly against his. I reached down and fumbled at his belt, and after I struggled for a moment, he reached down to help me. He squeezed my hard-on and I groaned, leaning back and closing my eyes.

His kisses traveled from my mouth, leaving a tingling trail as he slowly moved to my ear. “You are beautiful,” he whispered. The breath from his words tickled and he gently licked the lobe before sucking it into his mouth. I lost myself in the sensations as his breath repeatedly sent shivers down the right side of my body.

His mouth left my ear with a sigh as he pulled back to gaze at my face. I smiled and pulled off my shirt, dropping it in a pile on the floor. His eyes took in my stomach and chest, completely hairless, and he traced around my belly button and up to my nipples.

I placed both hands under his shirt. He lifted his arms and I pulled it over his head. It fell, forgotten, to the floor as my eyes devoured his exposed skin. The six-pack I had felt stood out in sharp definition, cut down the center by a dark trail of hair that widened before disappearing into his boxers.

His pecs were well defined, not too big, and were covered with a thin layer of dark, curly hair. I traced my fingertips around his nipples, relishing the feel of the goose bumps that broke out across his skin.

“You’re so hot!” I breathed. I knew my face was flushed, and my rock hard erection pressed painfully against my pants. I unsnapped his jeans and, hand trembling, unzipped and pulled them down in one smooth motion.

He did the same for me, and I felt my pants fall to the floor. I kicked them to the side and dropped to my knees, heart pounding as I felt Alberto’s hand tighten in my hair. I reached up and slid his underwear down, dark blue boxer briefs that could barely contain his hard-on.

His cock was the same length as mine, about 6 inches, but he was thicker than me, and uncircumcised.

“You will find a lot of Latin guys who aren’t cut,” he explained. I looked up to meet his eyes before focusing again on his erection. The tip gleamed with pre-cum and I eagerly licked it off. His cock twitched and he gasped, tightening his grip even more in my hair.

I licked around the tip, pushing my tongue under the foreskin and sliding it back and forth. Alberto groaned and I took a deep breath and slid my mouth onto his tool. My lips pressed against the flesh at the base of his cock as I took in his whole length, and I tasted salt as he leaked more pre-cum.

I bobbed up and down the entire length of his cock a few times, then focused on the tip, swirling my tongue on the sensitive skin under the head. I pressed my tongue against the foreskin, rubbing it up and down, and he moaned appreciatively.

I reached behind him, and cupped his ass in my hands, squeezing as I vigorously worked my tongue on his tool. I pulled my right hand back and gently cupped his balls, working my fingers so they danced in my palm.

As I tasted more pre-cum, I slid my fingers into his crack and probed at his hole.

“Oh, baby, that feels so good…” He breathed as he thrust into my mouth. He moaned as I slipped my finger into his hole, probing around before getting into a rhythm sliding in and out. I worked my mouth more firmly and pushed my finger in as far as it would go. Alberto gasped, turning it into a groan midway as I squeezed his ass again and pulled my finger in and out.

I began lightly tickling his balls with my free hand and explored his hole more with my finger. I felt what seemed like a hard button and pressed into it, and he yelped, “Ahh—I’m cumming.”

He cut off with a groan as his cock jumped in my mouth and I felt a salty splash of cum hit the back of my throat. I pressed into his prostate again and he moaned as his legs buckled. He rammed his cock into my mouth and I rolled my tongue against the bottom of the shaft as he shot spurt after spurt of cum.

His load filled my mouth, and I swallowed every drop as he finally went limp against the door, completely drained. I pulled my finger out of his hole and stood up, smiling nervously.

“How was that?” I asked.

He panted for a moment, eyes wide. “Oh, baby…” He said nothing else, just wrapped his arms around me and stepped to the bed, pushing me onto my back.

He climbed on top of me and pulled my boxers down, tossing them onto the floor at the foot of the bed. My own cock stood at attention, the tip shining with a bead of pre-cum. He licked it off before engulfing my entire length in his mouth. The wet warmth sent a wave of pleasure through me, and I moaned as I felt his tongue working me.

I closed my eyes and groaned, “Oh God…that feels so good!”

Alberto looked up at me and brought up his hands to trace my stomach. He pulled his mouth off my tool and met my eyes. “You are so beautiful, Jared.” The way he spoke, how his accent sounded, sent a tingle down my spine. I moaned in reply as he took me back into his mouth and began bobbing up and down.

He placed a hand around my shaft and started jerking up and down in rhythm with his mouth, and in moments, I felt the buildup in my balls.

“I’m about to cum,” I warned him, and he doubled his efforts, bobbing up and down more vigorously. “Oh God I’m cumming!!” I moaned and he pulled his mouth off my cock and began jerking me. The warmth spread from my balls and I arched my back, shuddering as the wave of pleasure hit me. My cock jumped in his grip and a spurt of cum hit my chin. Five more shots left a trail from my neck down to a pool in my belly button…


I opened my eyes as I felt the stirrings of a coming orgasm. I quickened my jerking and groaned as I felt it hit me. My cock jumped wildly as thick ropes of cum shot repeatedly across my stomach and chest. As I came down, I wiped away a drop that had spattered my eye.

I went limp, feeling the warm sleepiness I always got after a particularly intense orgasm. I sighed contentedly and used my boxers to clean up. They were soaked by the time I had mopped myself up, so I tossed them into my hamper.

Normally when I used that memory to jack off I would not even come close to cumming until I got to Alberto fucking me. But my meeting in the bathroom with Marcus earlier that day had set me on fire. I was lucky classes on Tuesday were just down the street, if I had had a longer trip home, I might have ended up driving with only one hand on the steering wheel.

I did not understand why, but I was suddenly noticing every Latin guy I saw. Alberto had been the first guy to fuck me, but he had not been the last. But ever since that experience, I had found the Latino accent a huge turn-on, and the dark skin and hair always caught my eye, whereas before I had never paid any attention.

I sighed. Long distance never worked. I had liked Alberto…a lot…had visualized more than just hookups, but I had only had sex with him twice. The drive was long, and we were both busy. Whenever I had tried to set up a meeting, he could not make it, and whenever he had tried, I had other plans.

I had finally given up. After not hearing from him for nearly a month, I had deleted his number from my phone. I knew it would not have worked, and it had resulted in my finally learning to harden myself against the attachment I always felt when I found a new romantic interest.

I pulled my quilt over myself and set my timer. I had to leave for work in a few hours, but I still had time for a nap. As I drifted off, my wistful thoughts were replaced by a happier one—the vision of the scrap of paper in my pocket. I smiled sleepily as the memory filled me with warmth. I guess I haven’t learned my lesson after all.

 

[Swallowmysperm]

Awesome Story!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

[Craiger]

What a delight to find a new chapter, Mantikohr. You are an exceptionally talented writer. It is certainly a pleasure to have you participating in the forum. Thanks for sharing with us!

Craiger

 

[hardreader]

You are a writer and storyteller with strong talents. Obviously you have determined to give us well-defined characters and thoughtful plot development. We don't get enough of this in porn. Plus your sex scene was very, very hot. And I suspect you are only just trying to warm us up for what's still to cum.

Thanks for this story and please keep writing.

 

[Autolycus]

Excellent, brilliantly descriptive text!

 

[GrayFox]

You had me with you the whole way!

 

[mantikohr]

Hey guys, I was planning on having another chapter by now, but I've had a full schedule all week--and every time I had some free time my roommate was breathing over my shoulder. So to avoid any awkward questions I couldn't work on it.

And since Halloween is this weekend, and I still have a paper to write, I'm not sure if I'll be able to finish chapter 3 until next week. Guess we'll see what happens

I've started to figure out where I want the story to go, and it will be in a different direction than I initially thought (but will be better for it)--the wait will be worth it, I promise

 

[mantikohr]

Hey guys, I suddenly found myself with an abundance of free time so I buckled down and finished chapter 3. I'm pretty happy with it, especially the last part.

Oh, and sorry, no sex in this chapter, but I'll make it up to you guys with the next one.

Enjoy

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Every morning, I put it on
I walk outside, and I am gone
And I don’t seem to mind anymore
I can’t think what it was like before I wore it all the time

Oh, oh, oh

In the evening, I take it off
But there’s another one underneath
And I can’t seem to find the bottom of the stack
I might just lose my mind and never get it back
But at least I’ll get inside…

Persona
- Blue Man Group/Josh Haden

Chapter 3 – Masks

I blinked as the incessant beeping from somewhere near my head cut through the fog of sleep wrapped around me. Groaning, I buried my head under my pillows. As soon as the beeping stopped, I shot upright and jumped out of bed. It was sometimes hard to do, but I had discovered it to be the best way of waking up without feeling groggy.

I stumbled across the room and pulled on my favorite pair of boxers, green knit cotton with gray trim, before I crossed to the bathroom. Flipping on the light, I closed the door behind me. Before I even had the toilet lid up I had dropped my boxers. My dick was fully erect, and I grimaced and wrapped my hand around it, bending almost horizontally over the toilet so I could aim for the bowl.

After a laborious start, I finally got the stream going, and sighed contentedly. By the time I was finished, my hard-on had subsided, and I returned to my room to pull on some pants.

It was then that I noticed my phone flashing. Curious, I bent down to pick it up—I usually didn’t get any texts during the day.

The screen showed a new message. I flipped it open and saw a number I didn’t recognize.

[Hey just got home and found your number]

My breathing quickened. I stared, frozen, at my phone for several seconds before waking from my daze and hitting reply.

[Is this Marcus?]

As soon as I pushed, ‘send’ I cursed. I had his number in my pocket! I could have avoided looking like a dumbass if I had taken half a second. But before I could beat myself up more, the phone vibrated in my hand.

[Ya what you up to?]

After typing a quick response [Just woke up. How bout you?] I crammed my phone into my pocket and rifled through my dresser for a shirt. Spotting my favorite band’s t-shirt, I grinned and pulled it on just as I felt my pants vibrate.

[I didnt wake you up did i??]

I sat down at my computer and turned on some music.

[Nope i have to work in a half hour ]

Deciding I should probably get something to eat, work went by slowly enough without an empty stomach; I tossed my phone on my couch and headed downstairs. When I came back up, munching on a sandwich, I saw I had received another text.

[Good im doing english homework its better than i thought it would be]

He must have been talking about the essays in the handout we were supposed to read. We had to choose three and summarize them in half a page each. I was not looking forward to it. In fact, I had tossed my backpack on the couch the moment I entered my room and not given homework a second thought.

I finished my first sandwich and started on a second while racking my brain for something to say.

[Why is that?]

I grimaced, that was clever. Having finished my lunch, I took the plate downstairs to the dishwasher, and then stepped outside to scope out the temperature. It was a perfect day for a motorcycle ride, though it would be much colder when I got off work.

Fuck it, I wanna ride my motorcycle! Decided, I stepped back inside and climbed the stairs for my final preparations. My phone was flashing.

[lol i text you cause i dont want to think about homework ]

Embarrassed, I finished getting ready for work before answering.

[I hear that! So…when do you get out of class tomorrow?]

As I walked out the door, locking it behind me, I had my hands full and couldn’t react as I felt my pants buzz. Stuffing my coat in the saddlebag and fastening my helmet, I started my motorcycle before checking the message.

[I get out at 2 and ill be home at 230 you?]

I smiled as I replied, [Last class ends at 1 and i get home at 120. Do you want to get some coffee tomorrow?]

I sat nervously for a moment, waiting for an answer, before pocketing the phone. I had to get to work. I reveled in the rumbling of the engine and revved the throttle. Ah, I love my motorcycle—the second greatest thing that’s ever been between my legs, I thought with a grin as I eased out of my driveway and took off down the street.

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When I got to work I checked for a new text. My phone flashed cheerily.

[Okay ]

Warmth flooded through me, replacing the nervous tension I had been unaware of.

[Cool! Where do you live? I can come get you if you want]

I checked my watch. I had five minutes—plenty of time. I clipped my headphones to my ears as I entered the break room, but then saw my friend, Matt, sitting alone, so I pocketed my time card and joined him. I felt another text as I sat down, and I greeted Matt with my phone in hand.

[I live by liberty park but if thats to far maybe we could meet at school?]

As I finished replying to Marcus [Thats actually not too far from my place but i can come get you at the school] I removed one of my headphones and looked up at Matt. His hair, a bit lighter than mine and normally neatly kept, stuck out in all directions, and his blue eyes were bloodshot and half-closed. He gazed blearily at me.

I set my phone down. “Dude, you look like shit!”

Matt groaned, “I feel like shit. I do not want to be here.” He closed his eyes and slumped forward, laying his head on the table.

“Tell me you didn’t just wake up…? It’s five o’clock!”

Matt opened one eye and peered at me for a moment before closing it again.

I nodded in sudden understanding. “You’re hung over.” He grunted in response. My concern evaporating, I grinned. “Poor baby. Come on, pop some ibuprofen and suck it up. It’s time to clock in.”

I checked my phone and saw that Marcus had replied.

[Okay]

I typed a quick response.

[Cool well im at work now, but ill text you tomorrow]

I turned my phone off and dropped it in my pocket. It was supposed to be off while I was on the floor. Normally I didn’t care, but if I got a text from Marcus I wouldn’t be able to resist answering it, and I didn’t want to get in trouble.

I pulled on Matt’s elbow until he stood, and then dragged him to the drinking fountain. It was no small feat—he was my height but had a lot more meat on his bones than I did, and he was not cooperating. “Pills!” I ordered. He fished around in his jacket, finally reemerging with two red tablets.

Matt bent over the drinking fountain, and I pulled my time card out of my pocket. As he straightened, he pointed at my feet, “What’s that?”

I glanced down and saw a scrap of paper with bright green writing. Marcus’s number! My eyes widened and I hurriedly stuffed it back in my pocket, but it was too late.

“Was that a phone number?” Matt grinned at my expression, his hangover forgotten. “Nice one! What does she look like? Is she hot? Who is she?”

I let out the breath I had been holding; he had not seen the name. Then I flushed. Thanks to my guilty reaction, it was too late to pretend the number was nothing consequential.

“Umm—”an image of Marcus flashed, unbidden, through my mind. “Yeah, she’s hot…she has dark hair and eyes, and—uh—she’s a few inches shorter than me. Skinny. Pretty…” Pretty? I thought. More than pretty. He was beautiful!

“Cool, you should bring her for sushi with me and Girl!” Matt always called his girlfriend “girl.” He was a unique guy, but it usually made me laugh.

“Uh, yeah…maybe. We’ll see what happens,” I answered noncommittally, thinking desperately of how I could change the subject. Fortunately, at that point we entered the floor, where talking was not permitted. I heaved a sigh as we separated toward our assigned rows.

My job was boring, I translated labels into data that could be turned into barcodes, but I could to listen to an mp3 player, which helped my shifts go by faster. Good days at my job involved being in a good mood, while having something I didn’t want to think about changed a boring job into a miserable one. Like when I broke up with Ashley.

I quickly forced my thoughts elsewhere. I had wasted enough of my life and energy on her. I was feeling good, and I planned to keep it that way! I had something to daydream about. I thought for a moment. Good did not adequately describe my mood. Euphoric. I grinned. Yep, I felt like I could do anything.

My shift passed in rapid spurts, periods where I was absorbed in the music blaring from my headphones, separated by lulls where I daydreamed about Marcus. The fantasies made time seem to pass more slowly, but they were enjoyable nonetheless.

During my breaks I sat in the lunchroom with Matt. I managed to keep his mind off the scrap of paper in my pocket by reminding him of how sick he felt whenever the conversation began to move in a dangerous direction. His hangover gradually began to subside, but, with my occasional prompts, he still complained ceaselessly.

“God today is going by sooo slowly! It needs to be two hours from now!”

I felt no sympathy for him. We had exchanged words about his drinking many times, but I had eventually given up. Not that I hated drinking, I was a big fan myself, but Matt drank alone in his room almost every night. I couldn’t drink by myself. The idea scared me too much. Besides, I liked being around people when I drank. What was the point in making yourself more outgoing if there was no one around to talk to?

Matt worked a shorter shift than I did, so I spent my last break alone. As I headed back from my final break, I caught a glimpse of construction orange. The hot Asian guy was on his lunch break, and was wearing his ski jacket again. I usually snuck glances at him every chance I got, but this time I barely noticed him. I had someone else on my mind.

When my shift finally ended, I eagerly turned on my phone to find that I had a new text message.

[Im looking forward to it ]

I grinned and cranked up my music, singing along under my breath as I made my way out to my bike.

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I got home and had to peel my frozen fingers off the handlebars. Shivering, I hurried inside. When I got upstairs I found my roommate, Jake, watching House on my computer.

He was wrapped up in a blanket on my couch, and all I could see of him were his pale eyes, which peered out from behind a pair of oval glasses under an unkempt mess of dark, curly hair. I could tell from his unfocused gaze he was in the ‘close to passing out’ stage of drunk.

Just like Matt, Jake was my height. Unlike Matt, however, he was skinnier than me—a lot skinnier. But somehow he was harder to move around and I knew he could kick my ass in a fight. At least I assumed he could. We had been friends for almost a decade, since high school, and had been roommates for two years, and in all that time we had never even had a serious argument.

Jake blinked at me as I entered the room, “Hey sexy.” He held up a can. “Want a beer?”

I chuckled, shaking my head, “Nah, I’m good.” As I sat down at my computer, I saw that the garbage was half full of empty beer cans, and laughed. “I see you’ve been working diligently on the beer left over from the weekend.”

Jake grinned, “Can’t beat free beer!”

“You got me there. Or free vodka, I assume…?” In response, his eyes lit up and he leapt to his feet, blanket dropping to the floor, and ran, half stumbling, downstairs. I heard the fridge open and close and rolled my eyes then turned back to my computer and paused the show.

I opened MSN messenger and saw that I had some email, but it was all junk. None of my friends were online, so I exited the program.

Normally, I left MSN on all the time, but since I had gotten my roommate addicted to watching the shows I downloaded, I had taken to being more cautious. Several times I had come home to find a message window had popped up inviting me to a hookup with one of the guys I had met online.

I had just logged into the gay personals site where I had met Alberto and was surfing through profiles when the fridge door closed again. I hurriedly cleared the browser history and closed the window as Jake bounded into the room, somehow seeming even less steady on his feet.

“So what did you do to get in trouble with the cops in Mexico?”

I blinked and turned to look at him questioningly. “Huh? Where did that come from?”

“Dude! I wanna know! You got me all interested and then wouldn’t tell me the rest of the story.” He gave me a solemn look, its effect lessened by his mussed hair and bleary eyes. “That’s not cool, man.”

I laughed. We were planning a trip to Cancun with a couple of friends, and a few days before we had been talking about it. I had warned him to always have at least 200 pesos on him so he could bribe a cop, and he had asked me if it really worked.

“Yep,” I had answered. “I know from personal experience.” In retrospect, I should not have said the last part.

He had perked up, “What did you do? Drugs? Hookers? Drugs and hookers??” His eyes had widened, “You killed someone, didn’t you?”

Shaking with laughter, I had replied, “I can’t tell you. Sorry, but you’ll probably find out someday. When I’m famous, I’ll put it in my memoirs.” With a grin, I added, “I’ll have my agent send you a free copy.”

“Damn you!” Glaring theatrically, he had given up…or so I thought.

In truth, though I acted like the whole thing was funny, I could never let my friends hear the story. I had been caught having sex on the beach in Cancun, by two policemen, and it had cost me 400 pesos to get out of it. I would have told everybody I knew and laughed about it each time…except it was with a guy. So instead of a great story to tell, all I got was a checkmark on my list of life accomplishments (sex on the beach) and one more secret.

I returned to the present with a shake of my head. Jake had said something.

“What?”

“Start the show again, since you won’t tell me.”

I complied and then moved over to my bed, throwing myself onto it with a groan. My good mood had been dampened by the direction my thoughts were taking, moving backward to times I would rather have forgotten.

I had struggled with self-confidence since middle school; my teenage years had destroyed my self-esteem. I lost all my friends the first year: my two best friends by the end of seventh grade, and the rest had gone to different schools. While still trying to cope with my suddenly broken world, I had entered puberty.

Without even knowing what I was doing, just that it felt good (I had heard of masturbating, but not about climaxing) I had begun playing with my dick more and more frequently, until I had suddenly been rocked by my first orgasm. My hairless body had not even begun producing semen yet, but the feeling had left me gasping.

My parents had not taught me about sex, and all I had learned from school and church was that it was wrong—and that the only thing worse than sex was homosexual sex. I had been blindsided by the onslaught of pleasure, which had almost immediately been replaced with horrible guilt.

After my unwitting discovery, my hormones had dragged me into a five yearlong double life: a life that found me falling in love with my best friend, Darryn, but being unable to tell him, only to act out on my feelings when I could no longer control them, and afterward for both of us to pretend like it had never happened; a life filled with guilt and shame that had never quite slowed me, but had been plenty strong to leave me miserable.

At the end of high school, I had wanted to spend as much time as possible with my friends and my girlfriend before moving away for school, so I had finally worked up the nerve to stop going to church.

The unexpected benefit had been the peace of mind I had suddenly found. I had finally been freed. All those years I had been struggling against myself, when it was really others who held me captive…and I had not even known.

My eyelids felt heavy, and I forced my dark thoughts into the back of my mind. I was in a much better state now, though I still led a double life. It was inconvenient, and annoying at times, but the guilt was long behind me. I had traded in my mask of stone for one of cloth.

 

[Swallowmysperm]

I love this story

 

[Craiger]

Mantikohr,

Great chapter and, as far as I am concerned, there was enough hint of sex to satisfy us . I really like how you blend the story with the past and present. It is extremely easy to follow and makes for very good reading. Thanks again for sharing your talent with us.

Craiger

 

[hardreader]

Thanks for this latest chapter. I'm not sure where you're headed but keep it cumming!

 

[mantikohr]

Thanks for the words of encouragement, guys! I've been pretty busy the last week, so I haven't had much time to write, but I should have some time to work on chapter 4 over the weekend.

I've had a lot of homework to focus on, and one of my best friends just got married, and I have mixed feelings about it. It is a long and complex story, but that is for later

Anyway, I should have an update next week sometime. Thanks for your patience, guys!

 

[mantikohr]

Hey all, here is chapter 4. Sorry for the delay, I suffered from a bit of writer's block and got a huge stack of homework thrust at me, but no more of my excuses. Hope you enjoy. (Oh, and the next chapter will continue the sex scene right where this one left off, I just decided it was getting too long.)

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Bringing back the time cause we know your special
And we think you know you're wrong.
Suckerface you're special.

…

Raised by the queens your mother made.
So how does that make you a human god?
And all the ladies want you,
And sometimes gentlemen too.
And still we think you know you're wrong.
Suckerface you're special…

Suckerface
- Orgy

Chapter 4 – ‘There’s Something About You…’

[Hey just got out of class. Im gonna head home so text me when your class is over]

I closed my phone and slid it back in my pocket as I followed a crowd of students down to the first floor. I felt jittery and tried not to think about my impending date with Marcus. If he even considers it a date.

I pushed that thought from my mind and made my way to my motorcycle. I was enjoying what I knew to be the last full week of riding weather before being confined for a season to my car.

I fastened my helmet and checked for a reply before starting the engine. Nothing. He must be in the middle of a class, I told myself, then shrugged and kicked the bike into gear. I would hear from him. I could usually tell when someone was going to blow me off, and Marcus wouldn’t…at least not at first.

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It took me twenty minutes to get home—on Wednesdays my classes were at the campus across the valley—and I made it up to my room before checking my phone again.

[k i just got into my last class]

I set the phone down and sat at my desk. I had almost an hour to kill, but my roommate was at work. So, having nothing else to do, I broke out my English assignment. I had definitely not looked forward to reading all the essays. Along with the five in the handout, the teacher had assigned four more in the textbook.

I was pleasantly surprised, then, to find myself drawn in by the first essay on the handout. It was thought provoking stuff. I flipped through the packet and saw that all of the essays involved either global warming or the energy crisis, both topics I had been gaining more interest in over the past few months.

I sped through the packet, selecting two to summarize later, and glanced at the clock. Ten minutes until two. I could probably squeeze in another essay. Pulling out my textbook, I hopped onto the couch, stretching out across its length. This assignment isn’t so bad.

I should have known better. It was a literature textbook, after all. After plodding through the first paragraph of the first essay, I skipped it and then skipped the second article after reading its title. As I turned to the third, I pleadingly checked the time again. It was just before two.

Fuck this! I closed the book and dropped it on the floor, scooping up my phone as I stepped into the bathroom to get ready for the meeting with Marcus. I was in an old t-shirt and my second favorite pair of blue jeans; unlike the rest of my pants, they were not faded, nor did they have any tears. They would be fine, but the shirt had to go.

I peeled it off and checked my underarms. They smelled fine, but I gave myself an extra dose of Axe anyway. Just in case, I thought. Pulling on a clean t-shirt, I dug a black, long-sleeved shirt out of my closet and donned it, completing the outfit.

I examined myself in the mirror. I had gone over my stubble with a buzzer that morning, so my chin had only a tiny bit of hair, not quite enough to classify me as scruffy, but enough that I actually looked my age. My dark eyes scoured my reflection, and I practiced a few cocky grins. I can do this.

My buzzed hair had grown in just enough to start getting out of control, but there was no time to fix that now. I brushed my teeth, and as I was rinsing with mouthwash I felt my phone vibrate.

[Im out of class where can i wait for you?]

I stuffed my phone in my pocket and hurried to the sink to spit. Checking my pockets for my wallet and keys, I raced out the front door to my car and had pulled out onto the street before replying to the text.

[k ill meet you in the cafeteria]

I hit every light red on the way to the school, so when I finally pulled into a parking spot on campus, I had to spend a moment to collect myself before I got out and calmly crossed the parking lot to the building.

I spotted him almost immediately and stopped in my tracks, unable to move closer as I appreciated his beauty. A black and red beanie hid his spiky hair, matching a long-sleeved shirt, and he wore tight jeans that accentuated his slim legs. He was nervously scanning the room and it took him several sweeps to see me.

As soon as his eyes fell on me, his face broke out into a grin that brought a flood of heat to my face. I could feel my heart racing as we walked toward each other, and I met him with a grin of my own.

“Hey! How was class?” I winced, not the best opener for an in depth conversation, but I had to start somewhere.

“It seemed like my classes took forever today! I couldn’t wait for them to end.” A hint of a crooked smile played on his lips, as though to give his words extra weight. I shot him an inquisitive look which he returned with a piercing gaze that paralyzed my tongue.

I stared stupidly for a moment before blushing and clearing my throat. “Well then, sounds like you could use some coffee.” I smiled weakly before turning toward the main hallway. Putting out a hand, I almost touched his shoulder but lost my nerve at the last second.

I dropped my arm and started walking. He followed closely behind me, and I thought I felt something brush my pants. Turning back, I saw him smiling innocently as he followed me outside.

I had recently begun frequenting a coffee shop down the street from my house and was planning to go there for our date. I figured the familiar surroundings would help me feel more at ease.

I warmed up a bit during the drive. I had a CD from my favorite band, Professional Murder Music, in the stereo, and as soon as the music came on I felt myself relaxing.

…Now I fall, as it’s fading. Now I crawl, as it’s fading…

As the chorus washed the tension out of me, I turned to Marcus. “So how long have you been in Utah?”

“I came here in January.” He laughed, “It was a shock! It was so cold.”

“Oh yeah, ‘cause it was summer down there. How was that to get used to?”

After a long silence I turned to look at him. He was staring at me blankly. “Summer down there..?”

I returned his confused look. “Uhh—aren’t you from…Argentina?”

I cringed as he burst into laughter. “Not quite.” He grinned, “I’m from El Salvador.”

Feeling my face heat, I fixed my eyes on the road. “Ah, Central America…not really ‘down there,’ is it? Sorry. I’m really bad with names and details, especially when I’m meeting a whole bunch of people like on the first day of class.”

“Bad with names and details..? So if you forgot where I was from, do I need to tell you my name again?” he asked with a smirk. “You shouldn’t be buying coffee for a guy whose name you don’t remember. It might get awkward.”

Flushing again, I laughed, “So I’m paying then…Marcus?” I emphasized the name. “Is that my punishment for missing your nationality by a whole continent?”

“Nah, it just means I’m a poor college kid from another country. You don’t want to make me use my laundry money just to hang out with you, right?” He grinned then continued more softly, “But I can think up a punishment for you if you want.”

I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to hear the last part, but when I glanced over at him, I saw a hungry gleam in his eyes. His mouth quirked up and the look vanished. I felt a stirring in my groin as my hard-on pressed uncomfortably against my seatbelt.

The parking lot was full, so I parked on a side street down the block, shrugging apologetically at Marcus as we climbed out of the car. “We’ve got a bit of a walk ahead of us—” I grinned, “Just means I can get extra cream in my coffee.”

Marcus chuckled and waited for me to join him on the sidewalk. As I stepped over the curb, I turned to double check that my car was locked. When I spun back around, I stopped short. I had nearly walked into him. We stood face to face, mere inches apart; I could feel his breath on my lips as I leaned forward.

Marcus’s mouth opened slightly, and I saw a line of perfect teeth behind lips I ached to meet with my own. A sudden flash of movement caught my attention. The living room window of the house we stood in front of had its curtains open, and a teenage girl was moving around inside.

I jerked back involuntarily, my heart racing and took a deep breath. Marcus looked…shocked? Disappointed? Or was that just more wishful thinking?

I shifted uncomfortably. My anatomy had responded forcefully to the electricity that had just crackled between us, and I knew I had a telltale bulge in my pants. “I—I’m sorry,” I stuttered. “I, uh—it’s just right up here.” I nodded up the street toward the coffee shop, and stepped around Marcus. His arm moved toward me and I felt his hand brush my sleeve before he fell into step behind me.

Desperate to recover, I racked my brain for something that could restart the conversation, but my mind was blank. I had blown it.

I slowed as we reached the front of the shop and held open the door for my date, offering him a hesitant smile and getting an unreadable look in return.

We walked to the counter and I moved aside to let Marcus scan the menu. The shop was empty other than two employees, both guys. The worker moving around in the back stood a head shorter than me and had a dark mane of hair surrounding delicate features. He looked like he could still be in high school. The other, the one working the register, I had seen a few times. He stood almost as tall as me. His blond hair was spiked into a faux hawk and he had both ears pierced.

He smiled, and as his eyes slid from me to Marcus I thought I noticed a slight tightening in his gaze, but it was gone too quickly for me to be sure. I had never had an actual conversation with him, but just from observing him I was confident that he liked guys. Though I had never caught him at it, I was pretty sure he had watched me the last few times I had been in to do homework.

“Hey guys,” the cashier greeted us. “What can I get for you?”

I turned to Marcus, who was studying the menu. He looked at a loss. “I’ll have a small pumpkin spice cappuccino,” I faced the counter again and pulled out my wallet. “I think he needs another minute.”

At that moment Marcus piped up, “I would like a small, dark roast coffee.”

The worker opened his mouth, and I interjected, “Uh—they’re together. I’m paying for both.” I handed him a five and his eyes darted to Marcus before he nodded and busied himself making the drinks.

I heard a rustle and felt Marcus pressing up against me. Looking back in surprise, I saw that he was standing right behind me, a steely gaze locked on the blond worker.

I cleared my throat, “Uhh—let’s go grab a table while we wait.”

Marcus, still glaring, nodded and grabbed my hand, leading me to a table in the back corner. He took the seat facing the counter, leaving me to sit facing the window.

“You can get something more expensive, you know. I was just joking about paying being a punishment.” The intensity of his gaze, which had been locked on me since I sat down, made my pulse quicken at the same time it tied my stomach in knots. He’s jealous. A sudden bubble of hope floated to the surface of my mind, and my doubts lost some of their edge. I didn’t completely fuck it up!

He abruptly smiled. “I like my coffee black. All that sweet stuff is too much.” He nodded in the direction of the counter. “I think he’s done. I’ll get it.” Rising, Marcus strode quickly to the front, ignoring the blond worker as he scooped up the drinks.

He sat back down and slid the cups to the center of the table. I sipped my cappuccino carefully and studied him. He really is gorgeous. His nearly black eyes held a depth that I yearned to explore, and my eyes were drawn to the lips I had come so close to kissing. They were curved in a slight smile and looked soft and inviting.

“So do you have job or anything?” I set my cup down; the drink was still too hot.

“No, I’m just going to school. I saved up and I have scholarships. And I get an allowance from the school, so I don’t worry about money—just grades.”

I nodded, “Lucky! I have to worry about grades and my job.” I started ticking things off on my fingers as I continued, “…and rent, and insurance, and food.” I cut off, abashed. “Sorry, you aren’t here to listen to me whine.” Cocking my head to the side, I raised my eyebrows with a grin, “…are you?”

Marcus laughed, his eyes twinkling, “Sure, but you’ll owe me for it.”

I pretended to be lost in thought before responding, “I’ll tell you what: I get to bitch to my heart’s content, and in return for listening, I won’t make you walk home from here.”

He smirked, “How can I argue with that?”

I sat contentedly as a comfortable silence fell. My eyes took in every detail of him—his perfect smile, the bits of hair sticking out from the bottom of his beanie, the light brown color of his skin. When my gaze made its way up to his face I saw that he was doing the same to me. I blushed, and opened my mouth.

“Are you—” the word stuck in my throat. I looked down at the table. I could not think of how to ask him. He reached for his cup and on an impulse I stretched my arm out and caught his hand.

Marcus said nothing, merely fixed his eyes on the center of the table where our hands touched. My gaze slowly moved upward and, when my eyes met his, the unasked question burning in them, he closed his fingers around mine and squeezed.

A shiver raced up my arm, coursing through my whole body, and my cock jumped to attention. I could feel a small wet spot on my boxers and I was having trouble keeping a focus on the conversation. I wanted him, and as my desire took over, my doubts sank safely out of reach.

I nodded at our cups, “What do you say we finish these somewhere else?”

Marcus peered at me intently, dark eyes hinting at all the things I had dreamed of since first seeing him. “Where?”

“I can show you where I live. It’s really close, and it’s a cool place, we can let our drinks cool off while I give you the grand tour.” I abruptly stood.

His eyes slid down my body and stopped on the bulge below my belt. I shivered as I realized that he was looking forward to a tour—but not of my house. He stood and stepped around the table and as he passed me I felt the fingers of his left hand trace my inner thigh up to my stomach.

All thought was driven from my mind and I knew my face was flushed, though not from embarrassment this time. I barely registered the walk back to my car and stopped with a jolt when we reached it. I placed my cappuccino on the roof of the car and when I slipped the key into the lock, I felt Marcus stop behind me.

I spun to face him and he flinched, startled; his nose was nearly touching mine. Sliding my arms around him, I fell back against the driver door, pulling him into me. He blindly reached behind me to set down his cup and closed his eyes. His breath washed over me, and I inhaled it eagerly as my lips sealed against his.

They were just as soft as they looked, and I lost myself in the moment. I was no longer on a residential street. It didn’t matter where I was. Nothing mattered except the beautiful guy in my arms. I pressed up against him and felt his hard-on against my own. A barely audible groan escaped his lips and I pulled back, breathing hard.

His dark eyes were no longer teasing. Only raw desire roiled in them; they held a promise of fantasies soon to be fulfilled. I pulled him into me again, parting his lips with my tongue. A faint nutty flavor mixed with his saliva, a hint of coffee, and I eagerly explored every corner of his mouth. His tongue flicked against mine, tracing my teeth, and I pulled back, fumbling for the car door.

“Let’s go.”

Marcus nodded urgently and moved to the passenger side. As soon as his door closed, he leaned over and pulled me into a rough kiss. His hand found my thigh and squeezed, sliding up, searching. He brushed the bulge in my pants and I shivered, reaching up to trace my fingers up his neck to his ear. As our tongues worked feverishly, I toyed with his earlobe, twirling it in my fingers. After what felt like hours but could only have been seconds, I pulled back and saw goose bumps covering his arms.

Marcus’s breathing came in shallow gasps, and I knew I was in the same state. When I pulled into my driveway I barely recalled having started the car. The only thought I could focus on was the feeling his hand had given me, creeping under my belt as I drove.

I threw open the door to my room and slammed it shut as I pulled Marcus inside. Kicking off my shoes, I shoved his back against the door and slid my hands under his shirt.

His velvet skin caressed my fingertips as they moved up his stomach, finally settling on his nipples. I pulled back from the kiss and moved my lips to his neck, feeling his nipples harden.

As I traced my tongue along the side of his neck, Marcus arched his back and stretched his neck taut, fully exposing it to my ravenous mouth. I teased his nipples as I gently nibbled up to his ear, and he whimpered, a shudder racing down his body.

As I sucked his earlobe into my mouth, flicking at it with my tongue, Marcus pushed me away. When I gave him a questioning look, he stepped over to the couch, dragging me by the wrist, and shoved me down onto it. Ripping off his shirt, he climbed on top of me and began a slow grind with his hips, moving his lips down to my neck and biting hard with every thrust.

I moaned, helpless, as a wave of pleasure washed over me. Each bite sent shivers down my body, and his mouth, moving quickly from one side of my neck to the other, assaulted me with shudder after shudder.

I gasped as a new sensation suddenly hit me. I forced my eyes open and saw my belt lying on the arm of the couch. My pants were unzipped, and my dick was standing straight up through the front of my boxers, exposed to the room except for the hand wrapped around it, slowly jerking up and down.

Marcus grinned at me before pulling at my shirt with his free hand. I helped him tug it off, and as soon as I was free he dropped his mouth to my chest, running his tongue in circles. He sucked my right nipple into his mouth and tightened his grip on my cock. I leaned back and closed my eyes, filling the room with moans I was unable to muffle.

I felt him moving down my chest to my stomach and the hand released me. About to open my eyes, I shuddered as my cock was suddenly engulfed in warm wetness. I almost lost it right then, and drew in a sharp breath. I looked down to see him kneeling on the carpet, his face buried between my legs.

I began thrusting into his mouth, and he reached under me, squeezing my ass appreciatively.

I felt a sudden buildup; I couldn’t hold off any longer. “I’m cumming,” I groaned and tensed, and as he pulled his mouth off me, replacing it with his hand, a jet of cum shot up and splashed across his cheek. He shook his head, still pumping, and I moaned as the pleasure washed across me. My load shot wildly up my stomach and chest, one strand hitting the couch behind me, another striking my chin, the rest settling on my stomach and chest. The orgasm finally ended, and I sagged against the cushions, my entire body tingling. “Holy shit…” I murmured, shaking my head to clear it. “That was…holy shit!”

In answer, Marcus grinned and climbed onto the couch, straddling me again. I gazed up at him for a moment, and then reached down to unfasten his pants. He helped me pull them off and they fell to the carpet, forgotten, as I stared at him in only his underwear.

He was incredible. There was no other word to describe him. His gorgeous face, dark skin…the straining bulge in his dark blue briefs. His stomach caught the light just right, exposing the subtle musculature of his wiry body. He leaned toward me and pulled me into a kiss that wiped away the sleepy feeling from the orgasm I had just had.

I pressed into Marcus, our bodies sliding together, lubricated by the cum coating me. My hands slowly groped downward, pausing at his waistband before plunging in. I gripped his cock, the rod twitching in my grip and jerked it, slowly sliding my hand up and down. He moaned softly and his kisses slowed. I felt wetness on his tip and my erection returned—I had to have him in my mouth.

I pushed him up and nodded toward my bed. He stood, hungry eyes fastened on me. As he climbed off, I grasped his briefs and tugged. They dropped to the floor and he stepped out of them. Now we were both completely naked.

Marcus pulled me up and I caught him into another kiss. Our naked bodies slid against each other, the flesh slick from the semen and sweat coating us.

When he could backup no further, I pushed him until he fell on the bed and climbed on top of him. Poised above him I paused, staring into his eyes, and shook my head. As if waking from a trance, I suddenly became aware of exactly what I was doing.

“Are you okay?” Marcus’s fevered gaze held a hint of concern.

I nodded slowly—I was. “Better than okay. I just…I can’t believe this. I feel like I’m in a dream.”

He stared at me intently before replying softly, “I know what you mean. I wanted to talk to you since the first day of class. You were…different…there was something about you.”

I recoiled. It was not the first time I had heard a statement like that. Alberto had told me something similar. So had Brandon, and Spencer, and Ashley, and…I abruptly realized that Marcus had again asked if I was okay.

With a start, I shook my head, “Yeah, sorry. You must have wiped me out more than I realized.” I forced a grin, “But now it’s your turn…”

 

[Craiger]

All I can say is "Wow!", Mantikohr. I can understand your homework, but writers block.... No way. Awesome chapter and with more to come no less....

Craiger

 

[hardreader]

You're doing a great job writing this story. The settings and scenes are well visualized and the intensity of the characters' feelings is well conveyed. I look forward to Marcus getting off and only hope you don't make him wait too long. Thanks.

 

[mantikohr]

Hey all, sorry bout the lack of updates...but I have plenty of excuses On top of finals, my car broke down, then my motorcycle got a flat tire so I had to fix my car, then I got sick. So anyway, bear with me--it might be another week or two before I feel up to writing the next chapter.

Sorry