Chapter 12
Adonis
Finding a time to have sex with Bash proved to be more difficult than Adonis had expected. They were both very busy, and their schedules rarely overlapped. The few times they saw each other were in passing at the Rink.
Often, when Adonis had a free night, Bash had practice or a study group with the hockey team. When Bash had a free night, Adonis had a conflict.
Adonis grew impatient. He jerked off almost nightly and had sex with a favorite fuck buddy of his from Bellford, but it wasn’t the same as the anticipation of Bash.
Ever since the night in Minneapolis, when he was aroused, Adonis saw Bash’s naked body kneeling in front of his. When someone else fucked him, or he used a dildo, he remembered the pressure of Bash’s fingers. That’s what he wanted.
It was what he needed.
It didn’t help, or maybe it did, that they were now regularly sexting. Almost every day, Adonis would send new pictures and videos of himself to Bash, and would send him photos and videos in return. Apparently, Bash liked to show off as much as Adonis did.
Finally, Adonis emailed Bash three possible calendar invites, each labeled “Suggested Hookup Time,” and waited for a response. He was in his State of Modern Europe class, but wasn’t paying attention to the professor.
From: [email protected]
Subject: when are we fucking?
Good morning, Sebastiaan,
As I am sure you are aware, we have been trying for some time now to arrange a sexual encounter.
Alas, the Universe (or more likely, the Powers That Be in the Bellford University Athletic and Academic departments) has conspired to keep your dick out of my ass. That is, of course, a terrible tragedy.
Due to this, I have found it advantageous to resort to the indelicate methods of the Online Calendar. Please find attached to this email three possible time slots in the next two weeks in which my body is available to be fully ravaged.
Do let me know what time will be most convenient for you.
Sincerely and hornily,
Adonis Costa
Bash’s response came in a few moments later, when the other students in Adonis’s seminar class were having a spirited debate about the ethics of socialism. Usually, he would have plenty to say on this topic, but he had more pressing matters (figuring out when he and Bash could have sex).
From: [email protected]
Subject: re: when are we fucking?
Good morning to you, too, Adonis,
I opened this in my Corporate Ethics Class. Now I have a boner. Thank you for that. I selected the date that works for me.
Sincerely,
Bash
P.S. Doesn’t Bellford monitor our emails?
Adonis hid a grin, imagining Bash shifting in his seat to hide a boner. He thought for a moment, composing his thoughts, and then started typing.
From: [email protected]
Subject: re: re: when are we fucking?
My dear Basher,
A boner in class? Sounds like my eighth-grade nightmare. Tragically, I see that you have selected a date eight days from now. How in the world do you expect me (and, more specifically, my hole) to wait this long?
Sincerely and desperately,
Adonis (just a hole)
P.S. I think Bellford has better uses for its billion-dollar endowment than checking our emails.
He tried to focus on the class conversation (one of his classmates, wearing a blue cardigan, was saying something objectively wrong about Marxism, and Adonis wanted to jump in and correct him), but another email popped up.
From: [email protected]
Subject: re: re: re: when are we fucking?
Hi hole,
It breaks my heart to hear that you are worried you can’t wait eight days for me. Thankfully, I have faith that you are strong and you will survive the wait. The wait will be worth it to meet me finally.
Most cordially,
Cock (a.k.a. Sebastiaan Koning)
P.S. If the CIA or whoever it is that monitors these emails sees them and I get in trouble, I’m blaming you. xx
By now, Adonis had completely lost the thread of conversation in his seminar.
When the professor asked for his opinion on something a classmate had said, Adonis gave a completely nonsensical answer, and everyone nodded thoughtfully.
His fingers flew over the keyboard as he typed his response to Bash.
From: [email protected]
Subject: re: re: re: re: when are we fucking?
Cock,
I suppose I’ll have to see if I can wait eight days. Maybe in the meantime, I can train myself with some tools. Unless, of course, you want me to wait? Maybe you want me extra tight when you finally get the chance to meet me.
Yours obediently,
Hole
P.S. It’s definitely not the CIA that monitors our emails
P.P.S. Hope your Corporate Ethics Class is going well. I’m in the State of Modern Europe, and I’m completely lost. As a modern European, do you have any tips for me? (Besides the obvious tip, IYKWIM.)
Another classmate, a girl with black bangs who wore a T-shirt with Che Guevara’s face on it, was now arguing with the Cardigan Classmate who had misidentified Marxism, and Adonis worried they might get to blows. He tried not to laugh at them.
From: [email protected]
Subject: re: re: re: re: when are we fucking?
Hole,
Waiting is an excellent idea. I want you to be tight when I finally meet you. No training until then. You’ll have to wait patiently for me. It will be even better that way. I promise.
Excitedly,
Cock
P.S. Glad to know the CIA isn’t watching. I don’t trust them or any branches of the American government.
P.P.S. I’m as lost in Corporate Ethics as you are in State of the Modern Europe, though that’s mostly because I’ve spent the last ten minutes trying to hide the fact that I have a boner so hard it’s about to start leaking into my joggers.
Thanks for that, BTW. As for State of the Modern Europe, might I suggest saying something clever about Eurovision?
“Pure Marxism states that capitalist societies will ultimately collapse and must be replaced by a socialist system!” The Che Guevara fan shouted at the Cardigan, who seemed to be trying to become one with his sweater. “I reject your morality-based argument on principle!”
Adonis smirked.
From: [email protected]
Subject: re: re: re: re: re: when are we fucking?
Cock,
Sorry to hear that you’re leaking. I’m imagining how good it’ll feel to have you inside of me, and I’m glad to know you produce some of your own lube. For what it’s worth, I’m tight and ready just thinking about you.
Sincerely,
Hole
P.S. Didn’t get a chance to talk about Eurovision because now there’s an argument about the ethics of Marxism and capitalism. What are your thoughts on socialism, btw?
“Economic principles cannot exist without notions of morality!” Cardigan screamed at Che Guevara Fangirl. “Morality is a primary marker of the human condition, and humans create economic principles, therefore they are intrinsically bound to morality!”
“Morality is a construct!” Fangirl screeched.
“Did anyone watch Eurovision this year?” Adonis said brightly, and the room went silent.
“I think that’s all for today,” said the beleaguered professor. He was sweating around his receding hairline.
Ecstatic at the early dismissal, Adonis hurried from the classroom, pulling his phone from his pocket. He texted Bash.
Adonis: I said something about Eurovision and the prof dismissed class early. You’re my hero.
Bash: Lucky you. How’s the hole?
Adonis: throbbing
Bash: History classes are in DeLacey, right?
Adonis: That’s right
Bash: Good. Go to the fourth floor, down the hallway past the Econ department offices. There is an unused lecture hall there. Go in, and in the back of the room, you will find an old book storage room. It should be unlocked. Go there.
Adonis: At what point do you tell me that I’m being murdered?
Bash: No murder. Just go there.
Adonis: Yes, sir.
Bash: I liked that.
——
Adonis found the book room in the abandoned lecture hall just as Bash had suggested. Everything was unlocked. There was dust on the old lectern, and the chalkboard still had notes on it from the early aughts. It would be, Adonis reflected, a good place for a murder, if that’s what Bash had in mind.
The storage room was empty except for some old shelves and a filing cabinet. The filing cabinet was locked, and the shelves held three dusty binders and a stack of old textbooks. A torn, yellowed sheet of notebook paper sat on the floor.
Adonis kicked aside some dust and sat on the floor. He left the door to the storage room open so that he could see into the abandoned lecture hall.
He waited for ten minutes, and then the door to the lecture hall opened, and Bash stepped inside. He saw Adonis sitting in the storage room.
“I was not sure you’d be here,” he said. The hockey player’s voice made Adonis shiver.
“Well,” Adonis said quietly. “I have a bit of free time before my next class because this one got out early, thanks to your suggestion about Eurovision.”
Bash stepped further into the lecture hall. “Good job, following my instructions. I think that means you get a reward.”
Adonis’s pulse quickened. “Do I?”
“Yes, I think so.” Bash began to climb the shallow steps of the lecture hall. Afternoon light slanted through the windows, catching dust in the air and landing on Bash’s form. His erect cock made a shadow on his joggers.
“What’s my reward?” Adonis asked.
“You’ll see,” Bash said. He reached the closet and stepped inside. He shut the door behind him. It was dim, but not entirely dark, inside, thanks to a window in the door.
For a moment, the only sounds were their breathing.
“Get on your knees,” Bash said.
Adonis felt his heart in his chest. He sat up from the floor, slowly, until he was on his knees.
“Good,” Bash said. “Now, open your mouth.”
Adonis’s lips parted. They were dry. His tongue darted out to wet them, and his breathing came in short, slow pulses as Bash walked slowly towards him.
“Very good. I think your reward should be your first taste of my cock. Does that sound like a good reward?”
Adonis nodded. “Yes, sir.”
“Did I say you could speak?”
Adonis shook his head.
“That’s right. So, you’d like to taste my cock?”
A nod.
“I thought so.”
Partly hidden by shadows, Bash fidgeted with his pants. Adonis couldn’t see his cock in the darkness of the closet, but he imagined he could sense its presence.
“Keep your mouth open.”
Obediently, Adonis did. Bash took another step closer until he was directly in front of the kneeling Adonis.
“Now close your eyes.”
Adonis’s world went soft and black. His other senses jumped to compensate. He could hear his breathing and Bash’s, feel the heat of Bash’s body, smell the musk of Bash’s skin.
Something warm, smooth, and hard pressed against Adonis’s cheek. The shaft of Bash’s cock. It rubbed along his cheek to his mouth, where the wide tip pressed against his lips. Adonis tasted the saltiness of Bash’s precum on his tongue.
He whimpered.
“You like that?” Bash whispered.
Strong fingers slid into Adonis’s hair, close to his scalp. He nodded vigorously.
“Good. Open wide.”
Adonis obeyed. Bash’s cock pushed into Adonis’s mouth, and Adonis shivered in pleasure and arousal. Bash’s cock was long and thick. It filled his mouth, even though Bash wasn’t fully inside him.
“Suck it,” Bash commanded.
Adonis was all too eager to oblige. He began to suck luxuriously on Bash’s cock, worshipping it with his mouth. Bash’s hand in his hair guided his speed, directing him to bob on the cock as Bash began to thrust slowly deeper into his mouth.
He welcomed the thrusts, the pressure, the fullness of Bash in his mouth, nearly to his throat.
This was something he could do. This was something he wanted to do.
Bash’s soft moans of pleasure as Adonis sucked him off made Adonis want to touch himself, to stroke his cock, to play with his hole, but Bash hadn’t permitted him to do that, yet.
He choked a bit as Bash hit the back of his throat, and Bash murmured that he was doing such a good job, and then slowed down a bit.
“You’re taking it so well,” Bash said.
Adonis was, and he was determined to take it all. Bash pushed fully inside him, filling his throat, and even when Adonis’s gag reflex threatened to kick in, he didn’t give up. He sucked on Bash’s cock, his throat pumping in swallowing motions, and Bash groaned in pleasure.
“You’re going to make me cum,” he said. “Do you want to swallow my cum?”
Adonis managed to make a noise of agreement around the cock.
“I’m going to fuck your throat first,” Bash informed him.
Adonis grunted as Bash began to do precisely that, thrusting into Adonis’s mouth, hitting the bag of his throat, as he gripped Adonis by the hair, holding his head in place. Adonis gagged with each quick, powerful thrust, his eyes watering. His cock was almost painfully hard in his pants.
“Fuck, baby,” Bash said, and then let out a loud grunt as he buried himself deep in Adonis’s mouth. Hot spurts of salty cum filled Adonis’s throat, and he swallowed, using his tongue to coax a long, shuddering orgasm out of Bash.
The pleasure, both of having Bash in his mouth and of knowing that Bash had used him to have this orgasm, was overwhelming for Adonis.
He touched his cock through his pants, and that was enough.
Even as the last spurts of Bash’s cum filled his mouth, his own orgasm hit him, and he moaned deep in his throat, the ecstasy of a mostly hands-free orgasm.
Bash held Adonis’s head firmly in place and thrust three more times, slowly, into Adonis’s mouth, before releasing him.
Adonis gasped and wiped his mouth. “Holy fuck,” he gasped, out of breath. “I came in my pants.”
“Did you?”
“Yes,” Adonis panted. He stood up on shaky legs and, using his phone flashlight, showed Bash the mess he had made in his underwear.
“Holy shit,” Bash said, his eyes twinkling in the light of the flashlight. He dipped a finger into the sticky mess of cum, scooping some of it out, and brought it to his mouth. He sucked his finger clean, never breaking eye contact with Adonis.
“Jesus,” Adonis whispered.
“Good boy,” said Bash. He winked at Adonis and then left the storage closet.