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I walked down the dark corridor towards the exit door slowly. What just happened kept replaying in my head. My mind was so occupied I could not concentrate on walking, making me trip a couple of times. My whole body was trembling. I was scared and confused. I knew that he was always grumpy and full of anger, but I never seen him act like that before. It was the side of Luke I wished I never saw.
Beforehand, part of me wished that what I did will improve our relationship - making us closer - but at this point, I was scared that it had worsened our already bad relationship.
I could not help but blame myself for what just happened. I kept telling myself that what I did to him was a mistake. Maybe, it was too rushed or maybe he was not ready. At the same time, I was confused because he was so passionate tonight. I saw the lust and hunger in his eyes. He wanted it as much as I.
'Why?'
It was one of those moments I wish I could read a person's mind. It was the only way I could get the answer.
THUD
"SHIT!" I rubbed my head after I hit the metal exit door. That was how unfocused I was. I did not even see a huge door in front of me. It could have been one of my most embarrassing moment, but fortunately nobody was there. On the bright side, knocking my head against the door made me stop thinking about Luke - snapping me back into reality.
After standing there for a moment and trying to ease my pain, I finally exited the stadium. The staff entrance was located on the side of the stadium and connected to the main gate by way of a small walkway. It was pretty dark since the walkway was surrounded by pretty big trees. The time on my phone showed that it was 1 AM. I looked around and the campus was eerily deserted.
I walked down the walkway at a quick pace, trying to get back to the dorm as fast as I could. Halfway through the walkway, I suddenly heard some laugh. There were 3 men hanging out at the small outdoor gym - which was brightly lit - at the side of the walkway not far in front of me. All of them were equally huge, but not as huge as Luke. None the less, they were much bigger than I.
One of the guys was shirtless, wearing only basketball shorts. The other one was wearing a wife-beater with green cargo shorts. The last guy wore a black compression shirt with jeans. Two of them had the same short military-style haircut except for the guy with the wife-beater who has a long blonde hair.
The shirtless guy was doing pull-ups, using one of the three pull-up bars while his two buddies were chatting and laughing. Even though I'm pretty far, I could see the silhouette of their bodies. Their muscles were bulging everywhere. They looked intimidating as fuck.
I stopped for a moment, remembering stories about some senior students that like to harass freshmen. I was thinking of going back to the stadium so I could walk back with Luke, but after his breakdown tonight that was probably not a good idea.
I took a deep breath and decided to keep walking. Keeping my head down, I prayed they would not give me a hard time.
My prayer wasn't answered that night. They approached me as soon as I was about to pass them.
"Where are you going, buddy?" The shirtless guy asked. Now that I was close I could see how built his body was. His body reminding me of Randall's. He was drenched in sweat from the work-out he just did.
"I, uh I'm going back to my dorm." I stammered.
"What are you doing here this late?" The shirtless guy asked again, grabbing my left arm so I could not run.
"Are you a fag?" Before I could answer the shirtless guy's question, his blonde buddy suddenly asked me the question out of nowhere. I was shocked. 'How the fuck does he know that I'm gay? Is it that obvious?' I thought to myself.
"N-No! What are you talking about? No!" I answered nervously.
"Oh, you think we got another 'Perv Perry'?" The shirtless guy asked his friend.
"Who's 'Perv Perry'?" The compression shirt guy asked. I could see the puzzled look on his face.
"Seriously, you don't remember him? You know, that fag that always came here after every game to sniff on some gear?" The shirtless guy explained.
"OH!" the compression shirt guy exclaimed as he finally remembered. "So his name is Perry? Like the platypus on that Disney cartoon?"
"Yeah." Both of the other guys answered in unison.
"Well, That's the only logical explanation of why he's here this late." The guy with compression shirt added.
My heart was racing like crazy at this point. "I'm not! I'm just meeting my friend! I swear I did not do that pervy shit like the other guy. Please, dude. I just want to go back to my dorm." I tried to explain while also pleading for them to let me go.
"And who is your friend that you met here?" The blond guy grabbed my jaw, making me look at him in his eyes.
"Y-you know Luke? The Linebacker? I-" I tried to explain but before I could finish, all of them laughed hard.
"'The Beast' is Your friend? Dude, if you want to lie, make it believable. There's no way he's friend with a nerd freak like you!" The shirtless guy said as he pushed me. Being much smaller than him, I lost my balance and was about to fall back down. Before it happened, the blond guy standing behind me all this time, caught me.
For a split second, I was thankful that he caught me. But as I was about to get away for him, he wrapped his massive arms around my neck, putting me in a headlock.
"Hey, how about we check ourselves if he's a fag or not?" The blond suggested. I struggled to free myself from his grip - wriggling my body and trying to pull his hand - but it was of no use. He was much stronger.
Both the other guys looked at me and gave each other a smirk. At that point, I knew something bad was about to happen.
The blond guy suddenly grabbed both of my hands and clasped them behind my back as both the other guys approached me. Then, one of them reached the button on my jeans, trying to undo it. I started to struggle again to prevent him from doing so. It was useless as he was much stronger. As soon as the button was undone, he pulled my pants - and my underwear - down, exposing my cock to them.
"No! Please! Stop! I beg you!" I pleaded. I felt scared, sick, and humiliated at the same time.
"SHUT UP!" The blond guy yelled, making me quiet instantly. Both the other guys tried hard to remove my jeans from around my ankles. They were successful once removing my shoes. Their attention proceeded to my shirt.
"Guys, watch this!" The shirtless guy said. He gripped the collar of my blue shirt and suddenly, a loud ripping noise could be heard. With all his might, he tore my shirt in half, revealing my bare smooth body. The other guys were cheering, impressed with what they just saw.
I was completely naked at this point. I could feel the cold night breeze brushing against my exposed body, making me shiver.
"Shit! Maybe he is another 'Perv Perry'! His dick is still fucking wet!" The compression shirt guy said as he kneeled in front of me, inspecting my dick. Unexpectedly, he touched the tip of my cock with his bare finger. "Yep. I think it's cum."
"No! It's... I... It's..." I stammered, did not know what to say. All of them just looked at me in disgust.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP, FAG!" The shirtless guy yelled as he gave me a hard slap across my face. The sound was so loud, I felt like the whole campus could hear it
"Holy shit, dude!" The blond guy exclaimed. I just froze.
"Well, he fucking deserves it!" The compression shirt guy said. "Faggots are not welcome on this campus!"
"So, you just jerked off? What are you jerking off to? Probably sniffing all the guys' sweaty gear, huh? Pumping your cock while you fucking smell their manly scent just like that perv buddy of yours?" He asked with a condescending tone. I just stay silent as I didn't want another slap.
"A man's smell turn you on, right?" He continued as he stepped forward, moving closer to me. "a man's smell like this?" Then, He lifted his left arm, revealing his sweaty hairy pit before pushing my head to it with his right hand, forcing me to take his manly aroma. "Smell it, fag! Don't you fucking love it? Huh? Breathe deep, bitch!" He pushed my head into his pit harder.
At that point, I knew he was right. I fucking loved manly smells. It was one of my weaknesses. I was scared as shit, but smelling the bully's manly aroma strangely relaxed me. And soon, my body betrayed me. I could feel my cock starting to get hard.
"Oh fuck! Dude! He's getting hard!" the blonde guy exclaimed in disgust as I felt my cock becoming rock hard.
"Shit! He did fucking love it!" All of them laughed as my face was stuck in the shirtless guy's pit. I knew I should not enjoy it, but I could not help it.
After they were satisfied, the shirtless guy finally released me. Fresh air finally filled my lung again.
"Hey, I got an idea." The blond guy, who had still gripped my hands behind me all this time said. "Nick, you lost the drinking game yesterday." Both the blonde guy and the shirtless guy looked at the compression shirt guy. "We haven't settled on what your punishment will be, right? So, how about you help our little fag here relief some tension down there" The blond guy added, signaling to my stiff cock.
"NO! ABSOLUTELY NOT!" The compression shirt guy - which now I knew his name was Nick - took a step back, moving away from me.
"Dude! You said you're going to accept all form of punishment." The shirtless guy said, "Besides, you always brag about how good your oral skill is."
"Yeah, I'm good at eating pussy. Not at sucking dick, you idiot!"
"How do you know you're not good at it if you haven't tried it?" The blond said, chuckling. "Maybe you'll like it!" Both the blond and the shirtless guy laughed.
"This is bullshit!" Nick said.
"Do it! Do it! Do it!" The two other guys began chanting, pressuring Nick to suck my dick.
After listening to their chant non-stop for which seems like forever, Nick finally gave in.
"Fine, I'll fucking do it! But no camera!" Nick said. The two other guys cheered at his defeat.
"We got a treat for you, fag!" The shirtless guy gripped my jaw hard. Fortunately, he did not crush it with his big hands (definitely could do it if he wanted to).
Then, Nick kneeled in front of me. His face was only a couple inches from my throbbing cock. An expression of disgust could be seen on his face.
Since my cock was facing up, Nick grabbed the base of my cock with his hand and pulled it down so my cock-head was facing him. He gave my cock a couple of sniffs before gave it a lick.
"Gah! It's gross!" Nick blurted. "I don't think I can do it."
"A deal is a deal," The shirtless guy said. "Just think of it as a lollipop or something!" He added. Both he and the blonde guy were giggling.
"How long should I suck it?"
"Until he cums." The blond guy answered.
"WHAT? No!"
"If you're really good at oral, you'll make this fag cum in no time"
Then, Nick closed his eyes and put my dick into his mouth. His mouth was so warm and wet. The sensation was amazing. I could not help but close my eyes, trying hard not to moan. His buddies were just cheering, ecstatic seeing their friend being humiliated.
After putting my dick in his mouth, Nick moved his head back-and-forth, sliding my cock in-and-out of his mouth. At first, I could feel that he did not like doing it. It was lousy. His teeth were constantly grazing my sensitive cock. But over time, he was becoming more and more passionate. I might be crazy, but he might even be enjoying it! I could feel his warm tongue exploring my rod, coating it with more of his saliva. Sometimes he stopped bobbing his head, and instead jerked my shaft with his massive hand as he flicked tongue all over my cockhead. He even tried to deepthroat me a couple of times. It was fantastic for a first timer. Maybe he was replicating what all the girls did when they give him a blowjob. I agree with him; his oral skill was fucking amazing!
The feeling that Nick's mouth gave was so sensational that I finally let out a loud moan.
"Shit! This fag is enjoying it way too much." The blond guy said.
"Of course he enjoys it! Getting head from a fucking jock? This gotta be his dream coming true!" The shirtless guy said without taking his eyes off of Nick. I looked down to his crotch and his basketball shorts were visibly tenting. It seemed like I was not the only one who was enjoying it.
Then, a second loud moan involuntary escaped from my mouth. This made the shirtless guy shift his attention to me.
"You're loving this, aren't you? I guess he's right. He's really good at giving oral!" The shirtless guy said before lifting his right arm. "What about I give you something you also love?" Then, he pushed my head into his pit again. The familiar aroma invaded my nostrils. I reflexively took a deep breath.
"Lick it, fag!" He commanded as he slapped the back of my head. Thankfully, it was not that hard.
Feeling horny, I did what he said and started to lap his hairy pit. At this point, the pleasure that swept through my body was overpowering. I completely forgot that they were bullies that were harassing me.
Then, I felt something hard and warm touched my bare ass. I immediately realized it was the blond guy's cock. He was teasing me, rubbing his wet cock-head all over my crack. My hole was twitching uncontrollably every time his cock-head glide over my aching cunt. Sadly, it was just that - a tease. Instead of putting it into my ass, he just slid his cock up-and-down between my crack.
As a result of my sensitive body parts being stimulated, wave after wave of pleasurable sensation flooded my brain. My moans became louder and more frequent; but this time, they were all too busy to care.
After a while, all the sensation was becoming too much for me to handle. I could feel that everybody suddenly became more aggressive.
"Ooohhh... Mmmmppphhhh..." At this point, I knew I was about to bust. I wanted to warn everybody that I was going to cum, but I couldn't since the shirtless guy was still pushing my head into his pit.
I could feel my balls tightened and my muscle was becoming tenser. Then finally...
"MMMMPPPPPHHHHHH!!!"
I pushed my hips forward, pushing my dick deeper into Nick's mouth as it was pulsing uncontrollably, spurting jets of cum into his straight jock mouth.
Suddenly, I heard a low moan from behind, followed by the feeling of warm, thick goo splatting all over my ass and back. The blond also reached an orgasm, marking my body with his jock-cream.
"GAAH! FUCK! IT'S FUCKING DISGUSTING!" Nick yelled as he immediately got up and ran to the grass, spitting my huge load of cum. "FUCK! HE FUCKING CUM INSIDE MY MOUTH! SHIT!"
The shirtless guy finally releases me as he and the blond guy burst into laughter.
"YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT!" Nick yelled as he turned to me with such an angry expression. His face turned red and his fists were clenched. He was incredibly mad.
Then, he walked towards me slowly. I could have run since the blond and the shirtless guy had released me from their grip, but I just froze. I did not think it was possible but I swear every time he took a step closer, my heartbeat became 10 times faster.
As he got closer to me, without saying another word, he pushed me with both of his hands really hard and just like earlier, I immediately stumbled back. Unlike earlier though, nobody was behind me. This time, I fell straight to the ground. Hard.
I did not move for a moment. I grimaced as the pain struck me. As I was turning to my side to get up, Nick approached me again. I thought pushing me would make him feel better, but I was wrong.
"DIE YOU FUCKING FAG!" With that, he swung his right foot and kicked me in the stomach really hard. Pain immediately shot through my body. It was the worst pain I have ever felt. I could feel my breath became short.
"FUCK YEAH, MAN!" The blond guy yelled and before I knew it, all three of them started to take a turn to kick me in my gut. Kick after kick was thrown at me as I was just lying on the ground helplessly. I couldn't move a single muscle at all. I just crossed my hand across my chest to protect it. At that moment, I was pretty sure my fate was sealed - I was going to die that night.
Then, they suddenly stopped.
"Dude, did you hear that? I think somebody is coming." Nick said with a hint of panic in his voice.
"Yeah, let's get out of here." The blond guy said. "Grab his clothes, keep him naked." He added as he laughed. The shirtless guy hurriedly grabbed my torn shirt and jeans. Thankfully, my phone and wallet fell in the process.
"Let's go!" The shirtless guy said as all of them bolted to the main gate. Leaving me alone naked and in pain.
At that point, the pain was so extraordinary. I was coughing non-stop and my body was so weak, I could not even rise or scream for help. I was just lying on the ground in a fetal position as tears slowly running down my cheek. I really hoped that the bullies were right. That somebody was going to come.
Then from behind, I could faintly hear footsteps coming towards me. Somebody really was coming. I wanted to see who it was but the combination of great pain and shock was still affecting me - making me freeze like a statue.
Then, the footsteps stopped.
"Alex? ALEX!!" A familiar husky voice could be heard, yelling from far behind me. It was Luke. Another bead of tears was streaming down from my eyes. I was grateful yet ashamed. Ashamed that he would see me like that.
The footsteps were becoming faster as the star Linebacker was running towards me and moments later, I heard a heavy bag getting dropped and a slightly calloused hand touched my bare shoulder.
"ALEX!?" Luke said as he flipped me over. Finally, I could see his face. The face that was not even an hour before was full of anger, now filled with worry. "WHAT HAPPENED!? WHO DID THIS TO YOU!?" He asked as he inspects my naked body. I opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out of it. My lips were trembling. I could not say anything.
He looked me in the eyes for a moment before pulling me into his arms, giving me the tightest hug I've ever received. The warmth of his body was comforting, I could feel it radiating to my cold naked body.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." He whispered to me. His voice was cracking, heavy with emotion.
"Let me call an ambulance, okay?" He said as he pulled his phone out of his pocket with his hand while the other still wrapped around my smaller body.
"D-Don't" I finally spoke. "Please just take me back to the dorm," I whispered to him.
"But-"
"Please? I'll be fine." I cut him off, weakly smiling to convinced him more.
He was thinking for a moment before letting me out of his hug. He looked left and right, searching for something. "Where are your clothes?"
"They took them," I answered.
"Who's 'they'?"
"I don't know."
Then, he opened his gym bag and pulled out a familiar under armour compression shirt and shorts. It was the undergarment that he wore in the game.
"I know it's dirty and gross, but I want you to wear this, okay? It might be too big for you, but it'll cover you and keep you warm." He said as he helped me get on my feet and put on the shirt and pulled the shorts up.
The clothes looked so tight on him but when I wore it, it was like I was wearing a loose shirt. That was how different the size of our body was.
After he finished, he picked up my wallet and phone that fell on the ground, put it in his bag, and wrapped his arm around my back to help me walk.
"One step at a time, okay?"
I just nodded.
We walked towards the dorm slowly as extreme pain emerged every time I took a step. He was really patient with me that night. It was kind of funny, a man who an hour before was yelling mad at me and wishing me dead was at that moment patiently helping me walk, worried sick about my well-being.
We arrived at our apartment around 30 minutes later. As we got in the apartment, it was dark. The inhabitants of the residence beside me and Luke, was Randall since Rex was still on his wrestling camp. He either had gone out or already went to sleep.
"Can you not tell Randall about this?" I asked Luke as we walked towards my room.
"Why?" Luke said looking at me, confused.
"'Cause he'll be worried and you know him when he's worried. He's like my mom times 10." I explained. He chuckled.
He fell silent for a moment before eventually agreeing, "Okay."
As soon as we arrived at my room, I immediately laid on my bed and pulled up my blanket. It was so good to be back in the comfort of my own bed. Nothing felt more secure than your own bed.
Luke went out of the room for a moment before coming back with a bottle of Aspirin and a glass of water. "Here, take this. It'll reduce your pain." He said as he picked one tablet from the bottle and gave it to me, which I gladly accept.
He put the aspirin and the glass of water on the table after I finished. I was expecting him to leave at this point, but instead, he sat on the floor right beside my bed.
"I - uh -- I'm sorry, Alex. I really am," Luke said in a very soft voice. It was the first time I heard him talk like that.
"It's not your fault, Luke. You did not do this." I said to him, smiling.
"No, for like, earlier. What I did to you... It was not cool. I should not have yelled at you. And... and that thing about wishing you would die... I just want you to know that I - I did not mean it." He said to me, looking down at the floor as both of his hands were playing with the bottom of his shirt. "If only I did not ask you to go and we came back here together, none of this would've happened."
"I'm the one that should apologize. I should not have done what I did to you tonight. I'm sorry." I apologized to him, rubbing his broad shoulder.
"To be honest, I -- I actually liked what we did tonight. It was amazing. I felt... happy and free. I never felt like that before." He said embarrassedly, still looking down. He still could not make eye contact with me.
"It's just... when we were done, I was mad at myself. There was this feeling inside of me that told me what we did made me... made me..." He stopped, thinking hard searching for the right word.
"A fag? Less manly?" I said, guessing. Knowing him for the past couple of months, I was pretty confident that I was right.
He kept silent, signaling that what I said was true.
"That's ridiculous! It's 2019! What we did does not make you less manly! I mean, You're still the fucking manliest man I've ever met!" I exclaimed. He did not respond for quite some time, still looking on the ground.
"Being a man. That's all I knew. All my life." He finally said something in a very low voice. I could almost not hear him. He then finally looked at me, "Let me tell you a story about my family that I never told anyone, Alex." He said as he rested his hands on the bed to get more comfortable.
"So, I'm the last child in my family. I have 2 older siblings, both of them are women. My mother told me that when both of my siblings were born, my father was not happy because he always wanted a boy. He said to my mother that he wouldn't stop impregnating her until he got a boy." He told the story, chuckled as he said the last part. At this point, I was feeling pretty happy. Luke - who I knew all this time as a cold-hearted asshole - was finally opening up to me, which means he was finally comfortable with me and trusted me. "Then, I was born. Third time a charm, I guess."
He then paused, licked his lips, and looking at the floor again, breaking the eye contact with me. "M-My childhood was... not great. My father was obsessed about making me into a 'man's man', an 'alpha male' as he would call it."
"I appreciated all that things that he taught me, but he was more like a drill Sargeant than a father to me. There was not a day that went by without him yelling at me or beat me up. Sometimes for no reason at all. For discipline he said. I remember I was home late from a friend's house, and my dad was furious. He punched me kicked me, pulled my hair and finally locked me in the closet for the entire night. I was six." I could see him tear up a little. He immediately looked away from me and wiped it away with his hand. "I think hell is better than my fucking house." Then, he showed me the back of his hand. I never noticed it before. There was a lot of small healed scars there. "You see these? Cigarettes burns. This is what happened if I didn't do the number of push-ups he wanted when I was in middle school."
"Holy shit," I responded. I was shocked listening to all this. I did not know his childhood was this fucked up.
"I was kind of fed up with him when I was in high school. I spent almost every day in the gym or practicing football. He thought I did that for him, but honestly I just wanted to get away from him. I guess that is why I'm really good at them. I accepted the scholarship from this college not because it has the best football program. It's because it's the farthest from my home." He said, sporting a sad smile.
"You know, he fucking showed me porn when I was like, 11 or 12. He said that one of the principles of being the 'alpha male' was being a master at sex. That was why he was teaching me young. It was around that time he told me that there are no such things as... you know... gays." He hesitated a little bit when he said the last to words like he was not used to or comfortable using it. "He said that it was a mental illness, just a bunch of people trying to get attention. He said that all of them don't deserve to live and have to be killed." My heart stopped. I thought my parents were the only ones radical enough on this issue. I guess they'll get along fine if they met Luke's father. At that point, I was starting to understand why Luke acted like... well, Luke.
"Not to mention I live in a very small town. All the townspeople and my friends in high school have the same opinion as my father about... you know, other sexual orientation. I remember this one dude who was brave enough to come out. He ended up moving out of town because not only him, but his entire family were getting bullied." He continued the story. "All I know, for me to be a 'real man' I have to know how to hunt, do sports, and fuck women. I don't know how many girls I fucked in high school just to prove to myself that I am indeed a real man."
"So you're like... bisexual? You like boys and girls?" I asked after hearing his latest confession.
"I don't know, dude. But I always knew I... you know, attracted to... other boys. Sometimes I would drive to the nearest big city just to get sucked or suck other boys." I was shocked by his latest confession. His life was way more complicated than I expected. "All this time, I don't know who I am. I feel lost. I feel alone. Felt like nothing but a failed product. I mean, I still am."
"That's the story of my fucking life." He said as he looked down to the floor again. I always thought my life was the most miserable one.
"You know what? Fuck your town and your family. Now you got a new family that cares about you. You got me, Randall, and Rex. We will be here for you no matter what." I said to him, trying to cheer him up.
"Thanks, Alex." He said as he let out the biggest yawn I've ever seen. He looked at the clock on my table. The time was already 4 am.
"Well, It's really late. I think I should go to bed." Luke said as he got up and walk, but stopped as he was about to open the door. "Uuh, Alex? Does it still hurt?"
"Yeah, but that aspirin really helps," I said, smiling.
"Is it okay if I stay here tonight? Just in case... um... you know... if you... like... need help or something." He said awkwardly, rubbing the back of his head as he drifted his eyes around the room, avoiding eye contact with me. It was kinda funny seeing him like this.
" I can sleep on the floor. I'm used to it." He added.
"NO!" I immediately scooted over my single bed and tapped the empty spot beside me. "Here."
"I don't think I'll fit there." He said, chuckling.
After a bit of convincing, he finally agreed to share the bed with me. I'm not evil. I couldn't just let him sleep on the floor. Especially, after his comment that he was used to it.
But he was right. The bed was too small for both of us. But after trying various position, we finally found the most comfortable position. Both of us lay on our side, with him facing away from me. He fell asleep immediately after we settled into our position. His breathing was loud but oddly calming. From my position, all I could see was his wide muscular back. Strangely, it made me remember one of my favorite toys when I was little, which was a remote-controlled helicopter toy. It was pretty large, but Luke's back would make a great helipad for it.
I kept staring at his back for I don't know how long, just thinking and processing all the things that happened that night. It has been a fucking roller-coaster ride. It was the best and worst night of my life combined.
But I learned a valuable lesson tonight. The cheesy quote that the basic girls on twitter always share was right. There is always a silver lining in every cloud.
If those men did not beat and leave me to die, Luke probably still would have been mad at me. He probably wouldn't want to see me. He would keep alienating me. But I kind of glad it did because I finally know that he actually cares about me. He even opened up to me about his private life which made me understand him better. I finally understand that he just a lost boy. A boy who did not know how to be himself as a result of people telling him what he should do or not to do. Just like me.
I finally knew that he didn't really mean all he had done or said to me. It was just a facade for the existential battle deep within his heart.
I woke up the next morning feeling a lot better. I still felt sore, but it was not too bad. I looked to my side - Luke's spot - and the space was empty. I sighed. I didn't know why I expected him to still lay there since it was almost 10. Of course he was already up.
Looking to the mirror, I finally remembered that I still wore Luke's compression clothes since last night. I took a deep sniff of his shirt and his strong manly smell were filling my lungs again. Just like usual, his smell flicked the 'sex switch' on my brain. Lust suddenly rushed through my body and my cock was as hard as a steel pole.
I took off his short and immediately shoved it on my face, breathing as much scent as I could. The smell was even stronger. So there I was lying on my bed, jerking my cock to the fact that he wore these exact clothes at the football game last night. Not only that, the thought that he also wore them when I was dominating him in the locker room was also made my mind wild.
After what happened last night, I shouldn't feel this way. For the moment, I was completely forgetting the incidents of last night and only focusing on Luke.
"Oh fuckkk! LUUKKEE!"
Minutes later, ropes-after-ropes of cum were spurting from my cock, landing all over Luke's shirt that I was wearing.
"Ah, shit!" I immediately got up and took off the shirt. His shirt was COVERED in my jizz. I couldn't give them back to Luke in that condition. I decided to wash them for him, so I threw them in the hamper for my dirty clothes.
At one point, I had a crazy idea to put the shirt in his room with a letter informing that It's covered in my cum and commanding him to lick all of it. I thought it would feed more of his submissiveness towards me. But then, I remembered his breakdown last night so I decided against it. Maybe later.
After that, I changed to clean clothes and went to the common room. As expected, Luke was there, weirdly, without Randall. He worked out with his signature skin-tight work-out clothes. As expected, he was lifting the dumbbells. I don't know why he was so obsessed working-out with the stupid dumbbells.
"Hey," I said to him. He immediately stopped what he was doing.
"Hey," Luke said as he dropped the dumbbells to the floor. "Feeling better?"
"Yeah, a lot better," I answered as I grabbed a glass of water. "Where's Randall?"
"Rex is back so he's helping him with some stuff," Luke said as he got up and walked towards me. "You need more Aspirin?"
"No, I'm good," I said, smiling to him. Now that we were close, I could see beads of sweats all over his body. He was drenched.
We just stand there awkwardly. We didn't know what to say to each other. During this time, I couldn't help but stare at his sweaty muscular body. I would never get bored seeing that.
"I'm... gonna head back to my room," I said to him after a moment of us just standing there without saying anything. The silence was slowly killing me.
As I was walking away, suddenly I heard him calling me. "Alex!"
I turned around and saw him walk fast before wrapping his arms around me, giving me a tight hug once again. His hug was so tight, it felt like I was drowning in his muscles and since he was drenched in sweat, could feel my body became wet too.
I was confused but I didn't say anything. Instead, I hugged him back and caressed his smooth muscular back through his damp shirt.
But then, something unexpected happened.
"Aaawwww!"
Luke and I startled as we heard it. We broke our embrace. At the door, were Randall and Rex, flashing huge grins like idiots.
"That was so sweet," Randall commented, raising his eyebrows. "I thought you don't like Alex, Luke." Luke just froze, looking at him and Rex in disbelief.
"Fuck! We should've taken a picture of them! That was a historical moment!" Rex added, folding his arms on his chest, "Seriously, this is the moment I thought I never see! I'm gonna cry!"
"Shut up! I just... He... He fucking slipped... and I... and I caught him before he fell to the floor!" Luke explained, trying to spin what really happened. He looked panic and embarrassed. I guess this is another moment that he felt his 'manly' persona tarnishing.
"Sure! That's what I do when I caught someone who fell. Just wrap my arms around them REAL tight for a LONG time so they do not fall again!" Randall said sarcastically as he looked at Rex. Rex was just nodding his head as big grin still on his face.
Luke was clenching his fist.
"FUCK OFF!" Luke finally yelled as he bolted to his room and slammed the door. Randall and Rex were laughing their asses off, satisfied teasing the big linebacker.
I really felt bad for Luke. Finally I've had enough. "You guys need to shut the fuck up or I'll fucking punch both of you in the throat!"
"WOW!" Both Rex and Randall exclaimed in unison, shocked about what they just hear. "Calm down, John Wick!" Randall added, chuckling.
"Sorry." I immediately apologized about my outburst.
"So, you and Luke are finally buddies now?" Rex asked.
I just shrugged because just like them, I didn't know either.