Chapter 13
Bash
Something had changed in Cort Styleton after the incident in Minneapolis. He didn’t become a pleasant person overnight (in fact, he had been deeply unpleasant when he had woken up dehydrated and hungover the morning after his adventure), but he was at least tolerable.
He was less reckless in practice and was more willing to listen to Bash when Bash gave him instructions or gentle coaching. He passed the puck to other guys. He didn’t always go for the shot himself.
They didn’t talk at all about the night in Minneapolis. When he had woken up, he didn’t remember much of what had happened the night before. Bash had already been awake and had handed him a glass of water.
“You fucked up last night,” he said instead of good morning. “But I’m not going to tell Coach. Just don’t do it again.”
Cort had drunk the water and seemed grateful.
He stopped making jokes about Bash’s shoulder and his recovery. More than once, he went to Bash seeking advice about a play or a maneuver. Bash realized that the kid was starting to trust him. It wasn’t lost on him that when Cort had needed help in Minneapolis, he had called Bash.
That wasn’t nothing.
So, he tried to give the kid a second chance. No one should be judged on their worst mistakes or on a bad first impression. He tried to assume that Cort could, and would, be better.
“Is it still bothering you?” Cort asked one day after practice, in the locker room, while Bash sat on a bench, massaging his sore shoulder.
“Is what still bothering me?” Bash asked.
Cort sat across from him. He, like Bash, wore just a towel. “Your shoulder,” he said.
“Yes. Not as bad as it was, but it still hurts sometimes.”
Cort nodded. “I can tell.” He leaned in a bit.
Too close for Bash’s liking, but he didn’t say anything.
The other guys on the team were busy joking, talking, and changing.
“You know,” Cort said, “if you need some help with it, I know some people who can help make it feel better.” He looked almost bashful.
“I feel like I owe you after what you did for me in Minneapolis.”
His voice was low, but Bash was still surprised that Cort even dared bring up the Minneapolis incident. He didn’t like the sound of whatever Cort was saying.
“What do you mean?” he asked, narrowing his eyes suspiciously. Again, he wanted to assume the best. But with Cort, it could be hard.
Either Cort got cold feet, or whatever he was thinking wasn’t actually nefarious.
He laughed. “I just know a good yoga studio, man,” he said.
“Nothing weird, if that’s what you were thinking.
” He raised his voice a bit, no longer making the conversation private.
“If you need anyone who runs a good hot yoga studio, let me know.”
Then he stood and went to his locker, dropped his towel, and began to get dressed.
Bash stood and removed his own towel. Standing there naked for a moment, he thought about what Cort had said.
It might be nothing. Maybe Cort really meant to tell him about yoga.
There was something in the way Cort had spoken, though, that made Bash think it wasn’t yoga he had meant.
It had sounded conspiratorial, as if he were going to let Bash in on a secret.
Whatever that secret was, Bash didn’t want any part in it, and he hoped that Cort wasn’t messing around with things that he shouldn’t.
Cort was part of a team now—Bash’s team—and any consequences he experienced would be shared by the team.
He hoped Cort understood that.
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It was late that night, and Bash was working on a case study for his Strategic Management class, when his phone buzzed in his pocket.
He was in one of Bellford’s many libraries, on the third floor of the stacks, having locked himself away from any distractions, but he wanted a break, so he checked his phone.
He was glad he did.
It was a message from Adonis.
Adonis: you know what I miss?
Bash smiled, typing out a response after looking around to make sure no one could walk up and see his phone screen.
Bash: Let me take a wild guess. My cock?
Adonis: Wow. What a dirty mind. I was going to say all the free time I had before I became a student athlete.
Adonis: JK
Adonis: Of course I mean your cock. What else would I mean?
Bash: Funnily enough, my cock misses you, too. You did such a good job of sucking it.
Adonis: Thank you, thank you. I have gotten some great reviews before.
Bash: Add me to the list of good reviews
Adonis: Feel free to submit some feedback on my Yelp page
Bash: “Let me cum in his mouth in an abandoned supply closet. Five stars.”
Adonis: Yes. Perfect
Adonis: you knowwwwwwww
Bash: What do I knowwwwwww?
Adonis: That calendar invite I sent you. It’s for tomorrow.
Bash: I’m aware.
Adonis: Do you still want to rendezvous?
Bash: Crazy way of asking if I want to fuck you.
Adonis: OK. My bad. Do you want to fuck me tomorrow?
Bash: Hm. Let me think…
Adonis: Offer rescinded
Bash: Bad boy.
Adonis: Oops. Sorry. How can I make it up to you?
Bash: You can let me fuck you tomorrow.
Adonis: Ugh, if I HAVE to. I guess I can find it in my heart to bottom for you.
Bash: I thought your tight hole was pulsing in anticipation of being fucked.
He navigated to a locked album of photos on his phone, selected a picture of his erect cock that he’d taken when jerking off last night, and sent it to Adonis.
Adonis: holy fuck
Adonis: Yep, “pulsing in anticipation” is a good way of putting it
Adonis: My godddddddddd
Bash: There’s a good boy
Adonis: Yessir. That’s me
Bash: I knew it
Bash: Be a good boy and show me that hole.
Seconds later, a picture of Adonis on his back with his legs in the air appeared on Bash’s phone. He used his hand to shield the screen from anyone who might happen to walk by, and took a moment to appreciate the beauty of Adonis’s ass, his pink little hole.
Bash: Yes, that’s a hole that needs to be fucked.
Adonis: I thought you’d like it.
Adonis: I think you’ll like this, too…
A video followed, and Bash watched it wide-eyed. In the video, Adonis, who was naked, crouched as he fucked himself with a massive dildo, suctioned to the floor beneath him. Though Bash had the volume turned off, he could tell that Adonis was moaning loudly as he rode the fake cock.
Bash: You’re so good at taking cock, baby.
Adonis: Just getting ready for yours. As I can see, it’s pretty fucking big
Bash: Think you can take it all?
Adonis: I’ll take whatever you give me.
Bash was starting to sweat. He fanned himself with his notebook and shook his head. Sexting in the library. Who was he? What was Adonis doing to him?
He’d always had a high sex drive. He had enjoyed many sexual partners and many sexual encounters, but he had always kept sex in a tidy box.
With Adonis, the box had opened, and the desire to be with Adonis, to fuck him, spilled into the rest of Bash’s life.
He found himself thinking about it almost constantly, often at the worst times.
Then, he smiled. An idea hit him.
Bash: Maybe I’ll make you wait a bit longer
Adonis: nooooooooooooo
Bash: Will you be a good boy and be patient?
Adonis: Whatever you tell me to do
Bash: That’s what I like to hear. I think you might need to be taught a lesson in patience.
Adonis: Yes, sir. I’m ready to learn.
Bash: Good. Class starts tomorrow.
Then he put his phone away and tried to focus on his case study.