Chapter 9TheoAsherTheo #2
I knew I was close when the smell of musk wafted over me.
The metallic scent of poppers laced the smoky scent of man, and the rustling of the brush grew louder.
I found my way to the opening and planted my feet in the center.
It was only a matter of time before new flesh piqued their interest. Hungry for more, they’d inch closer and closer until I could feel their hot breath on my neck.
The creatures emerged from the bramble, fumbling with their pants or buttoning up a shirt.
I could feel their eyes examining my form, assessing my desirability.
The brim of my hat covered the top half of my face, but it didn’t matter.
Nobody was looking at anyone’s face. My body would suffice.
Tall. Lean. Could be from the college . They’d pick apart my features and categorize them, determining if I was worth the effort.
I knew I was. Especially for this crowd, which was why I presented myself in the clearing like a server unveils a perfectly cooked filet mignon on a platter.
Bodies approached, and the fumbling of who was going to try first created a pattern of rustling and silence.
Each one staring at the other, waiting to see who would make the first move.
It was a strategy. What if I turned down the first one?
If I did, they’d try to figure out why. Too heavy?
Too small? Too old? They’d watch the exchange and try to calculate the odds of success based on who I dismissed.
Then again, perhaps I didn’t care what they looked like.
Maybe I just wanted to get off. Now . And the first one would win the prize.
What will Asher do?
One finally drew closer, his dark form enveloping me.
He was big. He didn’t smell disgusting. I could smell the cigarettes on his hot breath, which was better than smelling another man.
He eyed me cautiously, waiting for me to shake my head.
That’s all it took to signal that you weren’t into it. The cruising language was simplistic.
I didn’t shake my head, which prompted him to grab the length in my pants. I closed my eyes and released a satisfied sigh, signaling that I was his.
“Let’s go.” He didn’t need to say more. I followed him into the brush, walking deeper into the dark forest. My eyes had fully adjusted to the blackness surrounding me.
I could see the outlines of fellatio and fucking nearby.
The slapping of flesh and the grunts of quick and dirty fucking echoed around me.
We stopped by a big tree, and he gently pushed me against the thick trunk.
“What do you want?” he asked.
Well, isn’t that the million-dollar question . I’d been asking myself that since I arrived at Callahan, but that’s not what he meant.
“Head.”
An eager groan left his lips as he knelt before me. His fingers found the button of my pants, and I closed my eyes.
The forest vanished, and the tree I leaned against turned into our dorm room wall.
With my mind’s eye, I looked down to see him kneeling before me.
The desk lamps bathed Theo in soft, warm lighting, augmenting the tan of his skin.
He looked like he was bathed in glitter like an ethereal creature to satisfy my deep, painful cravings.
The thought of Theo in such a position made my erection harden, and soon his plush velvety lips wrapped around my length.
The warmth of his mouth hugged my cock as he swallowed me deeper and deeper.
He hummed on my dick, and the image of Theo looking up at me and smiling around my cock made my whole body light up with passion.
I thanked my lucky stars that the man had a buzzed head, just like Theo did.
My fingers trailed along the little hairs, relishing in the texture.
My hips thrust forward, fucking the hot mouth that belonged to Theo in my mind.
I pushed in deeper, and Theo’s eyes began to tear up as he choked on my cock.
He was determined, though, and slid me right back in, flexing his throat around my length, which felt impossibly hard at this point.
I fucked Theo’s throat, thrusting my hips into his mouth, watching his eyes roll back in ecstasy.
I couldn’t hold on anymore. I wanted to savor it more, but my arousal was uncontrollable, and I released hot ropes of cum into Theo’s mouth.
He opened up, catching every last drop on his lips and tongue, using my cock to smear the release on his lips.
His eyes met mine, and he looked at me adoringly.
“I love you, Theo.”
“What?”
The man’s voice ripped me away from my fantasy. I looked down to see his outline clearly looking up at me. “Nothing,” I said.
I cleaned up the best I could with my hand and put myself away, zipping up my pants in earnest.
“Your cock is amazing,” the man said. The compliment should have made me feel good, but all I wanted to do was get out of there. “Do you want…?” I let the question linger, hoping to God he didn’t want reciprocation.
“Nah, I’m good. I just wanted to suck some cock tonight.”
Good. “Thank you,” I said with zero affect in my voice. It was cold, clinical. A means to an end.
I walked past him and picked up speed as I reached the clearing. Once I recognized shadows in the forest signaling I was close to campus, I started running. I ran as fast as my legs could carry me before finally emptying onto the campus lawn that bordered the path.
I found a bench on the path and sat down.
I always hated that part. The moment right after the hookup made me feel even more empty than I already was.
Shame and sadness consumed me as I lowered my head.
A light shimmered directly above, illuminating the dark stains the tears made on the cobblestones.
I hated it. I hated that I did that. It was so stupid, not to mention fucking dangerous.
Who knew what kind of animal went to that place!
You. You’re the kind of animal that goes to that place.
This wasn’t supposed to be my life. I wasn’t supposed to be hiding in the shadows, ashamed of myself. I wasn’t supposed to be lusting over a straight man, and I wasn’t supposed to be in the closet.
So, why am I?
The urge to get up and go to my room was palpable, but I knew it would just upset me.
Abigail had left with Theo, so, unless something happened on the way back to our dorm, I’d come back to a fucking sock on the doorknob.
It was supposed to be funny, but all it did was make the already broken pieces of my heart crumble to dust.
I lay down across the bench, holding myself with my arms. There was no respite.
I was trapped at school and trapped at home.
I had no one to hold me. The one person who was supposed to love me more than anyone hated me.
The best friend I ever had would leave if he knew how much I really loved him.
I was so happy no one was awake to witness my sobbing. It was humiliating.
I wasn’t crying because I got off in the forest. I was crying because I wanted to be held. I just wanted someone to hold me.
The tears were unstoppable. A deluge that soaked my cheeks, pooling onto the bench and pouring to the ground below.
“I hate being me.”
Theo
“Do you like doggy?” Abigail asked.
FUCK YEAH, I DO!
My frantic nodding was the only cue she needed. She lifted herself off me and got on all fours while I rose to my knees. I lined my cock to her opening and slid back in.
Our slapping bodies and moans of pleasure filled the room. I looked down at her beautiful back, her pale skin peppered with freckles. That hair flowing in beautiful red waves. I was going to come soon. I reached around and began fingering her clit again, hoping we’d come at the same time.
“Oh fuck, Theo! Don’t stop!”
My thrusting grew harder and faster. Fuck, it was so hot. I could tell she was going to come soon from her rapid moaning. I couldn’t hold back anymore. I closed my eyes as the pleasure welled in the root of my dick and traveled up my shaft.
Cum shot out of me and into the condom as I screamed, “ASHER!”
WHAT?!
FUCK!
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
What the fuck? What was that? What did I just do? Oh, fucking hell !
NO NO NO NO NO NO! WHY!?
Abigail, not Asher, released a low, guttural moan as she climaxed. I was frozen in terror. Did she hear? I mean, I fucking screamed it, so I imagined that she heard, but had she noticed?
Dear God, why did I do that? What the hell was wrong with me?
Our bodies relaxed, and I slowly pulled out of her. We lay side-by-side in silence. Was it awkward silence or just the silence that comes after an orgasm? I couldn’t tell, and it was killing me.
My head slowly turned in her direction, and relief washed over me as I saw her closed eyes. She had a sweet smile on her face, and her breathing steadied.
Thank God.
Okay. That was great. She hadn’t noticed.
Alright. I was in the clear. I could freak out about yelling my best friend’s name while I fucked a girl that kind of looked like him tomorrow.
Jesus Christ, she does kind of look like him!
What on Earth was happening to me?
I reached for the glass of water sitting next to my bed. My throat felt like sandpaper, and I took a big gulp.
“So, are we gonna talk about how you screamed your best friend’s name during sex or…?”
The water shot out of my nose, and I started choking. “Jesus Christ, maybe I should have waited until after you had a sip of water.” Abigail started slapping my back, a measly attempt at helping me not choke to death.
I finally stopped coughing and said, “Fuck. You heard that?”
“Heard it? You fucking screamed it. I wouldn’t be shocked if the entire floor thought you fucked Asher.”
A cold shiver ripped through my body. “You think people heard that?”
My face must have looked absolutely horrified because she patted my shoulder and said, “I’m just fucking with you. I have no idea, but I doubt anyone was really listening that intently to what we were doing.”
I covered my face with my hands, hiding my embarrassment. “I’m so sorry. That’s so fucked up.”
She sat on the bed next to me. “Hey, if you had screamed another girl’s name, I would have literally kicked your ass, but you screamed your best friend’s name. Not only your best friend, but your roommate and teammate . Color me intrigued.”
She started laughing, and I nearly belched. “Please don’t tell anyone,” I begged.
“I would never tell people about that. I’m not a monster.”
“Well, you are kind of mean to people sometimes.” I was hoping the sheepish look on my face would soften the comment.
I guess it did because she guffawed, her laugh filling the room. “I’m not mean to people. I’m mean to men. Because I hate men. Well, I hate straight men, which is maybe why I have a thing for you.”
She started tickling me, and I leapt off the bed. “No! I am straight. I am. I just…I…”
“Have a thing for Asher,” she finished. I stared at her, mouth ajar, and she replied, “It’s cool. Sometimes, even straight people meet someone of the same sex who just checks the right boxes. It’s not a big deal.”
I started pacing the room, scrubbing my hands over my face. “It is a big deal! I can’t be into him. What would he think? He’d flip!”
“Who, Asher? No, he wouldn’t. He’s gay.”
That one stopped me in my tracks. “No, he’s not!”
“He’s not out?” Abigail asked.
“What?” I asked.
“Huh?” she replied.
I stood perfectly still, staring at her. She sat on the bed, perfectly still, staring back at me. Each of us blinked, waiting for the other to say something, but neither of us moved.
Abigail finally broke the silence. “I shouldn’t have said anything. Forget I said anything.” She rose from my bed and began retrieving her clothes.
My mind couldn’t make sense of anything anymore. It was like my world split in half.
Asher’s gay?
I mean, the thought had crossed my mind because he never really did anything with girls. At least, nothing that I knew of.
Wait! “Asher isn’t gay. He was flirting with your friend!”
She stopped getting dressed, her stare boring into me. “They were talking about their mutual love for the movie The Princess Bride.”
“So?” I asked.
“Have you ever seen The Princess Bride?”
“No.”
It was Abigail’s turn to scrub her hands over her face. “I gotta get out of here. Forget I said anything. Please, forget I said anything.”
“Wait! You really think Asher is gay?”
She raised a brow and smiled. “Does that excite you?”
What? Was she crazy? “No! No, it doesn’t excite me, but he’s my best friend, and I want to know. ”
“You shouldn’t need to ask me if he’s your best friend.”
Damn. Well, that was a punch to the gut. She must have seen it on my face because she added, “Look, maybe you’re straighter than I thought because you seem pretty oblivious, but Asher is beautiful. I mean like…beautiful.”
“Yeah, he’s always been a pretty boy.”
She pulled on her pants, buttoning them as she said, “Straight men are never that beautiful. You can be hot, sure, but he’s like…stunning. Only gay men are that hot.”
I couldn’t figure out if I was shocked or offended. “Straight dudes can be hot.”
“Not that hot.” She pulled her shirt over her head.
We stared at each other for a moment, and she sighed.
“This is fucked up. I don’t want to change your relationship with your friend.
Please, forget I said anything. I have no idea what Asher is into.
For all I know, he fucked my friend, and I’m over here making baseless assumptions.
” She walked to the door, but before she opened it, she turned back to me and said, “It doesn’t matter if he’s gay or straight or whatever.
I’ve seen you both at enough parties to know that you two are really close.
He’s your friend, so his sexuality shouldn’t matter.
” She shrugged then added, “Besides, you’re the one screaming his name while you fuck girls that look like him from behind. ”
With that, she ran out of the room, leaving me there to pick up the pieces of my sanity.