Isaac #3
When I came, it was holding the back of his head and pushing my hips forward until I was buried in his throat.
I didn’t just feel each spurt of cum, but could actually watch as the last inch or so of my dick stuck out from his lips.
Not once did he break eye contact, his fingers tightening around my ass as he held me as my body twitched with each pleasurable spurt.
Careful not to make too much noise, I sighed and let go of him.
He eased back, his lips swollen but a grin on his face as he got up and kissed me, clearly not opposed to giving me a taste of my own.
..medicine. Not that it bothered me, and I snorted as I kissed him back, then pushed him away.
“Go on, you, otherwise I’m going to regret that there’s only water-based lube around here. ”
“Probably so people don’t fuck in the showers.” He chuckled, winking and heading for the door, not worried about rinsing off the spring water more than he already had by kneeling in front of me.
Smiling, I took an extra couple of minutes to wash and rinse my hair before grabbing my towel and walking into the locker room.
I was wondering if Clay had gone on ahead when I heard his voice, low and irritated.
“I don’t know what fucking school you learned English from, but last I fucking checked, no meant no.
Do you need it in Spanish? Here...no. French?
Non. German? Nein. Just no, dude, let it go. ”
“Fuck you,” I heard another voice say angrily, and I recognized Logan, one of the men I knew had been with Clay in the past. “You walk around, acting like a cocktease all the time, but the minute I wanna call you on it, you act like a little bitch?”
I stepped around the corner to see Clay dressed in underwear, while Logan stood in loose pants and a shirt.
Clay was scowling harder than I’d ever seen.
“The only one acting like a little bitch is you because you’re being rejected.
Well, welcome to being an adult; it happens to people all the time.
Take the hint. No, you know what, it’s not a hint, it’s me saying no and telling you to fuck off with your bullshit, so how about that? Fuck off and no.”
“What, find yourself a piece of experienced ass and you just dip? Fuck you, man, you’re the one who started this shit,” Logan said, grabbing his junk. God, that was the kind of thing you’d expect from some cheesy asshole in a middle-of-the-road, coming-of-age movie.
Clay glanced at what he was doing before giving Logan a push. “Step off, and don’t fucking talk about Isaac like that. The only ‘piece of ass’ I had was you, and I already told you that’s all you were. So, suck it up and fuck off. I’m not saying it again.”
“Fuck you,” Logan repeated, unable to come up with anything as biting as he was hoping for, as he turned from Clay.
Clay watched, then turned back to his locker, grabbed something, and was apparently done with the conversation.
I, however, could see the way Logan was eying him, his body wire tight and half turned from Clay.
I had seen that posture more than once, and I knew what was coming next.
I stepped into view, though it would require Clay to look up to see me.
Logan’s arm bunched up as he turned toward Clay, his fists tight, and he stepped forward. Without thinking, I stuck my foot out and sent Logan stumbling, making him bark his shins on the bench that ran between the lockers.
“That wasn’t very sportsmanlike,” I said calmly as Clay jerked to face us, his eyes wide and mouth open in surprise.
Logan, though, was furious, either because I’d interrupted or because I’d embarrassed him in the process.
Whatever his reason, he wasted no time spinning around with a snarl once he had his footing and launched himself at me before Clay could figure out what was happening.
I had been expecting that as well and, without thinking, pulled off a maneuver that had been drilled into me.
I stepped slightly to the side, grabbing Logan’s arm to keep it stiff, and gently guided it past me.
He twisted at the last second when he realized what was going to happen, but I continued, forcing him to hit one of the lockers with a harsh noise that made me wince.
It was made worse when his arm folded under him, and his forehead hit another locker before he caught himself and spun around to stare at me in shock.
“You mother…” Clay growled as he advanced, but I stepped forward, putting a hand on his chest and keeping him there with a stare.
“Hey,” I said, leaning until he was forced to look at me instead of focusing on Logan. I knew it was a bad idea to turn my back on someone who’d just tried to hit me, but I knew that even looking into my eyes, Clay was more than aware of whatever Logan was doing and wouldn’t let me come to harm.
“He just tried to fucking deck you,” Clay protested, anger flashing in his eyes.
“And in case you don’t realize what happened, I defended myself, and that was after I stopped him from getting in a cheap shot on you,” I told him with a smirk. “I’m capable of handling myself.”
“What the hell is going on in here?” I heard a sharp voice demand, and I turned to find Luka standing there, a frown etched on his face as he looked at the three of us while he held his towel against his hips.
My towel had been lost at some point, and it was kind of a miracle I hadn’t accidentally tripped over it since it was right in the middle of everything.
I frowned when Luka’s eyes rested on Clay. “The only thing Clay did was tell Logan here to stop being pushy about getting laid. And last I checked, that’s not wrong.”
Luka blinked, his eyes going wide as if he realized what it looked like, and shook his head. “Wait, what?”
I explained what I’d overheard, and Clay agreed. “And Logan tried to attack him while Clay’s back was turned. Clay didn’t do anything except mind his own business. I was the one who ended up getting into a, uh, scuffle with Logan.”
Luka looked at me, then looked at Logan, who, while about my height, was bigger than me, and then back to me. “And you, uh, didn’t get hurt?”
“I think the only thing hurt was a couple of lockers, his fist, and his head,” I said and looked at Logan coldly. “And his pride.”
Logan snarled again and leapt toward me, and I wasn’t surprised to find myself pulled back.
I was so unsurprised, in fact, that I hopped over the bench as I turned to make sure the heavy blow I’d heard was Clay getting a punch in rather than the other way around.
And sure enough, Logan was sprawled on the floor, the anger gone from his eyes as he looked up in dazed confusion at the three of us, a red mark growing on his jaw.
“Now you can accuse me,” Clay said with a snort and stepped back from Logan with a grumble.
I couldn’t be sure, but I guessed he was mad that all he could do was get one good punch in when I was sure everything in him was demanding he do a lot more.
Considering the extent of Clay’s temper, admittedly fueled by grief and sorrow when I’d seen it, Logan had gotten off lucky.
“I wasn’t...” Luka began and then sighed. “You’re right, I was starting to accuse you without actually saying it. That’s fucked up on my part, and you still get on my nerves, but you didn’t deserve that just because you don’t know when to stop acting like a walking boner.”
“Why does everyone have to keep saying that?” Clay muttered as he turned to look at me.
“I’m not saying the shoe fits, but I am saying that if you talk about Nike all the time, people are going to assume you’re a fan,” I said with a smile, winking to show him I was perfectly fine.
“Fantastic,” Luka muttered, stepping forward to glare down at Logan, whose dazed look was starting to clear. “Alright, I’m not going to pretend I’m capable of manhandling you, so are you going to be a problem?”
“Please say yes,” Clay growled, but didn’t move from my side.
Luka shot him a look. “Logan?”
“Ow,” Logan said as he rubbed his jaw. “Owww.”
“Normally I would say something understanding or compassionate,” I said coolly, though a little amused. “But it’s difficult to find that for a sex pest and someone who takes rejection so poorly they’re willing to suckerpunch someone over it.”
“Same,” Luka said, pointing down at Logan. “Stay put. I’ve got to make a call.”
“Come on,” I said, pulling Clay back toward his locker.
“I’m not letting him out of my sight,” Clay muttered.
“I’m not saying you have to,” I said, rubbing his back gently. “And if he tries something, I’m not going to stop you. But right now, he’s sitting there, contemplating his life choices. Give him the space to do it, and hell, maybe he’ll even realize he deserved that and whatever comes next.”
“I doubt it,” Clay muttered, but he did follow me.
I stayed with him while we watched Logan, who had gotten up to sit on the bench, frowning at the floor.
I didn’t know what was going through his head, but part of me hoped my sarcastic comment was right and he was thinking about what he’d done.
Or maybe he was just imagining all the ways his life was going to start crashing down around him, or maybe he was still pissed off and didn’t have anywhere to really put it now that he’d been thwarted.
After a few minutes, an out-of-breath Reggie appeared with Luka, the latter having found a pair of pants and a shirt, but apparently no shoes. Reggie looked around, frowning at Clay and me. “Everyone alright?”
“We’re fine,” I said. “Not a bruise or scratch to speak of.”
“I see that,” Reggie said, looking at Logan, who couldn’t make the same claim as the red mark on his face was starting to darken quickly.
He was going to have one hell of a bruise, and from the dent from his fist hitting the locker, I was guessing his fingers weren’t going to be a whole lot better.
“I’m going to need to speak to all of you. ”
“What?” Clay protested. “We already said what happened! We didn’t do anything except protect ourselves...and each other.”
Reggie sighed. “I never said you were in trouble, now did I? I need to speak to you both, but it can wait until later. Logan, are you willing to come with me?”
Logan looked up, a stubborn set in his jaw. “And if I don’t?”
“Well, we can get the medical staff down here. They’re pretty big guys, used to working with physically aggressive patients, and have ways of calming you down,” Reggie said, miming a needle.
“Or if you really want to push it, this was technically a double assault. We could get the cops involved, but...I don’t want to do that.
What I want is for you to follow Luka and me, and we’ll see if we can’t get this sorted without someone having to be taken out, drugged, and in cuffs. ”
Logan’s face crumpled, and I felt a pang of sympathy. We were all here for a reason after all, and healing or people in need of healing weren’t at their best. “Is he going to be ejected from the program?”
Reggie gave me a searching look. “That’s going to depend on a lot of factors, but the first and foremost is Logan here.”
“Go,” Clay told Logan in a voice far softer than I expected.
“They’re here to help us, man. Reggie’s a twit, but he’s a twit with a heart, so if he says he’s going to talk, he’s going to talk.
And if he says you’re not getting thrown out right away, then take the chance they’re offering.
And maybe if they don’t throw you out on your ass and you apologize for being a prick, I might be nice enough to guide you toward the guys who won’t turn you down . ”
Reggie and Logan gave Clay a blank look, while I ducked my head to hide my smile as Luka sighed. “That’s almost sweet, you willing to give him a peek at your little black book.”
Clay shrugged, sounding irritated, though I didn’t know if that was at himself for suddenly finding compassion or because Luka was teasing him. “I didn’t say I was gonna out anyone, but I can point him in directions. It’s not like I need to do all that shit anymore anyway.”
Logan snorted. “Whatever. Let’s go, I’m over it.”
“For your sake, I hope not,” Reggie said softly, stepping back and letting Logan get to his feet and follow him and Luka out.
It was the first time I’d seen an incident where someone might actually get into serious trouble, and I was surprised at the response.
If anything, I would have expected Reggie to show up with more people, but perhaps this method had worked in the past.
I turned to Clay as he angrily dug through his locker, waiting until he noticed and turned to look at me. “What?”
“You don’t need your little black book anymore, eh?” I asked softly.
His brow rose. “You’re naked.”
“I’m also horny.”
“I literally just sucked you off.”
“And you just inferred that you no longer need all your hookups because of—”
He frowned. “You. Yes, the answer is you.”
“And that,” I said, placing my hand on his collarbone and feeling his pulse race under my fingertips, “is why I’m horny.”
“Not something I’d have called a turn on,” he said, his brow arching.
“What? Finding out that the once infamous playboy man whore has suddenly decided he’s a one-man kind of man?
That’s pretty arousing,” I said, touched by the thought and the flustered way he tried to make me stop, but couldn’t find it in him to argue because.
..I was accurately describing what was happening.
“God, please tell me I’m going to get laid so it makes up for how idiotic I feel right now,” he said, clearly flustered.
“So laid,” I told him with a wink as I grabbed my towel so I too could dress in normal clothes.
So very laid.