The Embarrassment of Riches Chapter Eighteen: The Wrath of McMann
The people, places and events in this story are entirely fictional and any resembelences to real people, real places or real events would be awesome.
It was a few days before the vernal equinox that would officially mark the beginning of spring. It was Saturday and Connor rose early for a run with plans to meet Tom on the return leg of the jaunt; it was cool but not cold when Conner stepped outside - perhaps not traditional shorts and t-shirts weather but then Scotland was seldom if ever shorts and t-shirt weather. With the sun brightening a cloudless blue sky, it was very nearly taps aff weather. With the beginning of spring, Connor knew the afternoon the air would be filled the grassy scents of optimistic gardeners.
Connor had always been athletic and competitive, particularly when it came to the Earl of Lennox Boys School's swimming team. He also participated in football, tennis, occasionally rugby and even rowing. Swimming was the activity with which he had the strongest affinity and it gave him the kind of body that it was hard to not be jealous of; regular shaving and waxing was half a competitive choice and half a lifestyle choice. He had hit puberty when he was eleven and by fourteen he was shaving everything below his neck.
Armpits, arms, chest, groin, thighs and legs: everything was as smooth as satin. Tom had initially been a little weirded out about it, of that Connor was sure. But now Tom enjoyed the silky feel of his skin and appreciated the sensational feel of it.
Connor continued his dedication to swimming but his desire to get into a good university had meant major cutbacks in the time he spent participating in the other activities. Yet every weekend he ran a ten-mile route, rising even earlier than he would if he was going to school, before he had even taken breakfast.
Sunrise today was at 06:25.
Fifteen minutes later, Connor was already out the door and joining a path that was green on all sides and provided views of a loch, reservoirs and rivers. It was really quite beautiful. Connor rarely varied his route now, which would take seventy minutes to complete: fifteen minutes to and from the grassy path to his house and the forty minutes in between basking in the view.
During the week Connor sometimes joined other runners or at least passed others on path but usually only when he went running in the afternoon after school. At this time in the morning he encountered the odd dog walker in the park on his way to the path but never encountered a soul on the path itself – not at this time in the morning. That was why he liked it, it was peaceful and secluded and he could meet Tom on the return trip for a nice dalliance before going home to shower.
Today, voices carried as he rounded a curve on the path and it took several seconds to realise anyone was there – he had become so accustomed to being alone. In his running shorts, very short running shorts that covered only the top of his thighs, Connor's long smooth and fair legs were exposed to the sun. His t-shirt was also very short sleeved and already damp with sweat; trainers without socks completed the scanty-clothed look. Connor wore no underwear with the ensemble. It never bothered Connor to be seen in his running gear so he had no reason to be self-conscious; even less reason when he recognised the boys who were talking as being from his school.
Ok, it was John Davies, Mitchell McMann and Mitchell's step brother Damon – all kind of arsy bastards, with Mitchell running as the epitome of school dickhead. But still, Connor was past them in a minute.
Connor wiped away beads of sweat from his forehead while drops of sweat trickled down his back. The sweat dribbling down the back of his legs was also a consistent problem though at least if the sweat was going down, it wasn't soaking his shorts. Once when it had been raining heavily, the little white shorts had gone almost transparent; the naked flesh of his dick showing through due to the lack of underwear. This had been really rather embarrassing and simultaneously thrilling, giving him a little insight into why Martin enjoyed it so much - though Connor was still relieved that no-one had seen him and he was home half an hour after the downpour started.
The path beneath Connor's feet was little more than a track of dirt impacted by decades of foot traffic. The road was long, with many a wind and turn; a long, long road from which there was no return except to reverse his original course. Connor almost always turned back at the same point, where the path crossed a backroad between his hometown and the neighbouring village. Another half mile beyond this the path divided into two; in the summer, one became grassy and wanted wear but was soon worn about the same.
Connor stopped at his usual waypoint and pulled off his t-shirt; he had been going hard for nearly forty minutes and was enjoying his runners high. Connor tucked his t-shirt into the back of his shorts and started running back; a breeze cooled the sweat on his chest and back and he could feel the teasing breath of wind on the top of his bum. The t-shirt was pulling the shorts down just slightly but enough for Connor to get some air circulating down his ass crack.
Shirtless and in tiny shorts, Connor was perhaps pushing the boundaries of decency but he was tall, handsome and seventeen and therefore blasé about any disapproval he might get. Besides, it was still very early in the day so the dog walkers and ramblers were still sequestered in their homes. It felt warm for this time of year and this time of the morning but Connor was running hard so it was hard to tell if it was an early spring heat wave or the intense activity that was warming his body. Besides, in Scotland so once you were in double digits the climate qualified as at positively toasty.
Having turned around for the reverse trip, Connor knew he was twenty minutes or so away from the waypoint where he had started on this path – twenty minutes at a hard run. That meant twenty minutes until he would see Tom, which brightened Connor's already peachy mood.
Connor should have been paying attention but no sound assaulted him and no shadow befell him; the first he knew of the presence behind him as a hand on the small of his back which pushed at the same moment as the t-shirt was whipped from the back of his shorts.
Connor stumbled at the push and his shorts slipped at the back as the t-shirt was removed; he fell forwards and miraculously broke his fall without fracturing any bones or breaking any skin. He was about to flip over to see what had happened when hands gripped the shorts and pulled them down and then off.
Connor was naked.
His peachy arse was the first thing his assailant saw: every centimetre of skin was flawless and hairless. Connor flipped over to expose a flawless and hairless front: even his too cock and balls were bare and there was not a hint of stubble to be seen.
Connor was in shock as he saw Mitchell McMann who took advantage of the stunned look on Connor's face to bend down and pull the trainers off too. They slipped off easily due his feet being bare and slicked by perspiration.
Connor was really naked.
"What the fuck?" asked Connor; he was on his back, propped up on his elbows and forearms.
Mitchell leered at the sight of Connor's total nudity, his penis flopped to the left: one leg straight out in front of him and the other slightly bent.
"The fuck is I'm taking your clothes," Mitchell replied.
Mitchell stuffed the shorts, t-shirt and trainers into his backpack. As Connor faced Mitchell, there was a grassy rise to his left – over that hill descended John and Damon who stopped at Mitchell's right shoulder. They too took in the sight of the naked seventeen year old but with less nastiness. Damon in particular looked like he might faint while John just seemed to enjoy Connor's burning humiliation.
"Fucksake Connor, have you even hit puberty yet?" Mitchell mocked.
The boys at Mitchell's side sniggered at the remark though John didn't really know where to look and Damon was trying to be seen looking at Connor's dick.
"Does your boyfriend like you being smooth as a ten year old?" Mitchell asked.
Connor was too big and buff to look like an adolescent but the hair-free and feather soft skin was marked Connor for ridicule - especially here and now; in public to be seen by any passer-by. The comment aimed about earnestness of Tom's intentions made Connor furious! Tom was a good man! Connor covered his penis with his hands as he struggled to his feet. There was a look of sympathy on Damon's face, but Connor sensed there would be no help from the boy. As Mitchell's step brother, the two were nearly the same age; both seventeen and separated by less than thirty days. Mitchell was metaphorically the big brother however.
"Why the fuck did you...?" Connor asked incredulously; "Give me my stuff back," he pleaded.
"Why?" Mitchell asked darkly.
Connor caught the look in Mitchell's eye and understood without needing further information: revenge. Several months ago, Mitchell had lost a bet and the forfeit had involved him being masturbated over by Connor, Sean, Matt, Kazuo and Martin. Then Connor had left him naked and with no access to clothes in the boys locker room with the younger boys about to walk in for P.E.
Connor should have known Mitchell would hold a grudge.
"You know why," Mitchell said.
He approached Connor so he could speak lower, so his companions would not hear. John and Damon stepped back, each enjoying the view for different reasons. Connor would have burned with shame if he hadn't felt the menace and the spite coming off of Mitchell even before he had said another word.
"Did you think you could just do that to me?" Mitchell said, obliquely referencing the locker room; "Did you really think I'd let you get away with it? Think again."
With that, Mitchell turned and walked back to his friends, who also turned and they all walked away. Connor looked up and down the deserted path; that it was deserted was little consolation. He was totally naked on a public path without even footwear which made his rendezvous point with Tom a good thirty-five to forty minutes walk away.
"Shit!"
Connor had never felt as naked as he did right now. The sun over head, the grass on either side, the hard dirt underneath his bare feet; his hairless skin kissed by a squall that cooled his ankles, his balls and his nipples.
There was no point covering up so Connor strode as fast as his bare feet would allow. He had tried jogging but after a few paces he knew the impact would hurt his feet to the point of injury. Connor rounded a bend on the path and less than ten meters away there stood six teenagers; they must have been expecting him because the first to see him pointed and they all turned to laugh as the sight of the naked boy approaching them.
They were all dressed in shorts and t-shirts, only one wore a long sleeved top, and looked to be around Connor's age. As Connor got closer, he thought he recognised one or two as friends of Mitchell's. Well that figured. Most of Mitchell's friends, this intrepid group Connor assumed, did not go to the Earl of Lennox Boys School but rather one of the local schools. Connor crossed his fingers that the boys from North Forth High School (or were they South Forth Academy boys?) would do him no lasting damage.
Connor braced himself for a verbal assault from the common people.
Then chastised himself for thinking of them as common.
"Hey, aren't you missing something?" one of them asked, the tallest lad in the group.
They had all closed ranks to completely block the path and therefore Connor's progress.
"Yea, like shorts and a t-shirt."
"Or trainers."
"Or pants."
Connor burned with embarrassment at the word "pants," deliberately used to make him feel juvenile.
"Or pubic hair."
They all sniggered.
"Can I get past now?" Connor asked, hoping they were done.
"In a minute," replied the tallest of the group; "You got any hair anywhere?"
"No," Connor answered since it was pretty obvious.
"Put your hands behind your head," the boy told him.
Connor could have refused but they were benign for now and the sooner they got their cheap thrills from making fun of him, the sooner he could be on his way. Thus Connor locked his hands behind his head to expose his shaved armpits and got the giggling sneers he would expect from a group of Neanderthal morons.
Then none of the morons sniggered more as he took out his mobile phone; "I'll send a pic to my sister. She's ten as well."
A hand gently blocked the camera's viewfinder; when he finally spoke, they all looked at him and visibly cowed at the implied rebuke.
"I think we've kept him long enough," he was the only boy who had yet to say anything and as such, they all seemed to listen more carefully.
The boy was the same age as the rest; he was only five foot seven or eight with short blond hair and a slim rather cute face. Of everyone in the group he was the least likely leader of the pack, but leader he was. The boys all stepped back to let Connor pass and Connor dropped his hands to his sides and started walking again.
A few paces later and Connor was aware of the boy walking at his side. Connor cast a sideways glance at him, then craned his neck to look all the way behind himself. The other five boys were watching Connor's naked arse recede from them but had made no move to follow.
Nor to take a picture.
"I pretty much think Mitchell is a goon most of the time," the boy said.
"Not sure if it's safe to agree," Connor answered; "You going to make things worse if I do?"
"What do you think?" he asked conversationally.
Connor thought about it and saw no real trap in the comment; "I think Mitchell is a goon most of the time."
The boy smiled and couldn't help checking Connor out from head to toe; in profile Connor's long, thin, smooth, muscled body was absolutely perfect. His cock and balls swung between his legs and told of a temperature that was approaching balmy.
"I think if that goon has..." the boy couldn't think how to phrase his concern; "I was going to say done anything to you..."
Connor laughed.
"You know what I mean. Hurt you. Abused you..." he paused again; "I wouldn't stand for that. Friend or not."
Connor shook his head, grateful at the concern of a veritable stranger; "I appreciate it."
The boy raided his eyebrows, obviously needing more than that in response.
"Do you know the Klingon proverb that tells us: revenge is a dish best served cold?" Connor asked rhetorically; "Mitchell's been waiting to get me back for something for a long time. I won't give him the satisfaction of thinking he's bested me."
The boy beside him nodded silently in understanding; "You don't want my trainers? T-shirt? Shit, you can have my shorts if you ask nicely."
The boy meant it too and Connor was touched by the gesture. The kindness of strangers.
"No, it's ok. But thanks. Besides if my boyfriend catches me in another boys clothes, what would he think?" Connor replied.
"Ok," the boy replied, satisfied that Connor was as happy as a totally naked boy in public can be.
He turned back but put his hand on Connor's arm as he did so. The boy's touch was soft and gentle and caressing; there was a look in the boy's eyes that told Connor the boy wished Connor had asked for the shorts and everything underneath. He was cute and if Connor wasn't dating Tom...
The rest of Connor's journey was uneventful. He was glad he didn't run, metaphorically, into any dog walkers or joggers. Being naked would have been awfully difficult – nigh on impossible – to explain to a proper, rational adult.
He was nearing the waypoint that he had agreed to meet Tom, albeit he was at least half an hour late. Tom didn't spot Ephraim immediately for he had his nose in a book. Then Tom looked up and coming down the path towards him was a tall and totally naked boy, the sun behind him and casting his body in a warm glow. Even Ephraim's feet were bare and Tom wondered what the fuck was going on.
He also nearly came in his jeans.
"What the---?" Tom asked when Ephraim was within earshot.
Instead of answering, Ephraim threw his arms around Tom and then kissed him on the lips. Then he slipped his tongue in Tom's mouth and the question fell away from importance. It was still an important question, one Tom would want answered, but Ephraim did not seem to have come to any physical harm from... whatever the answer to the "what" question was.
The waypoint they were standing at was a dozen meters from a B-road that led in and out of town; it was a busy commuting road and even on a Saturday, the sound of the traffic passing by was frequent and consistent. Ephraim felt his cock twitch at the closeness of the danger, the thread of being caught. It was a thrill now that he was with someone safe and, if he was seen or caught, he had a means of escape.
"Have you got protection?" Ephraim whispered before burying his head in Tom's neck and kissing and nibbling at his collar bone.
"Eh... yes," Tom answered.
"Good."
Ephraim freed himself from the embrace and took Tom's hand, passing between two bushes beside a tree and then snaking between trees that lay beyond - their foliage returning as spring was wont to encourage. They were still only a few metres from the path and the road but now relatively hidden inside a clearing big enough to lie down in.
The grass was soft and spongy due to the invasion of moss and just slightly damp but Ephraim lay on his back and bent his knees by bringing his ankles to his bum and then opening his legs wide. Tom could see Ephraim's smooth arsehole waiting to be filled.
Tom was excited and turned on by what he saw but reticent too; sex outdoors was not on his bucket list. Although... it wasn't off his list either.
Lying on his back, Ephraim stroked his dick and ran his hand over the head of his cock. Tom pulled off his long-sleeved t-shirt, revealing his comparatively scrawny frame, and pushed down the joggers (sweat pants) he was wearing.
Ephraim purred with appreciation as he saw Tom's cock grow bigger; "Oh, my beautiful boy."
Tom loved the way Ephraim accepted him. Where Ephraim was lean and toned and athletic; conventionally attractive, charismatic, tall and muscled... it would have been easy for Tom to feel inadequate, for he was shorter, ginger, skinny, not fat but also not muscled. But Ephraim loved him and that emboldened Tom in ways he had never realised. The man that Tom was six months ago would never have taken his shirt off in public, never mind whipped his cock out.
Tom knelt between Ephraim's legs and rolled on protection then put his hands on Ephraim's knees and pushed back to raise Ephraim's bottom. Ephraim lay back and put his hands behind his head, opening himself up in every way possible.
Tom entered easily and Ephraim clenched his hole shut around Tom's erection, causing Tom to gasp and pause before pushing deeper. It was difficult to forget or ignore the fact they were having sex outdoors or that someone could come along at any moment. Tom looked around nervously, his hearing extra sensitive to any noise, then his thrusts began. They were deep but not aggressive; his cock touched just the right spot in Ephraim's arse and told of a familiarity that was thankfully without contempt.
Ephraim took hold of his own cock and started to give it a few jerks; he would have liked Tom's hot mouth on his dick, but Tom was already busy. His eyes closed for a few minutes and when he looked up at Tom again, there was a look of concentration on his face, that or constipation. Ephraim assumed the first.
Their surroundings suddenly struck Connor harder than Tom's cock; Connor had found himself, surprisingly, enjoying the exhibition of outside nudity. Add to that the thrill of sex outdoors - Ephraim had no idea it could be so exciting. It was an aphrodisiac that Tom evidently was not so keen on - going by the nervous look on his face - it was that or constipation. Ephraim assumed the first.
"Do we need to stop?" Connor asked, reaching up to sweetly rub Tom's hand.
Ephraim was a contentious lover and Tom was clearly making an effort for him, but Ephraim did not want Tom to be uncomfortable.
"I don't think I can cum like this," Tom admitted after a while.
Ephraim looked at him and understood that the likes of Martin were few and far between. He could not expect Tom to suddenly become an adventurous exhibitionist - that was not Tom's character. Besides, Ephraim and Tom enjoyed leisurely love-making and the sights and sounds of the outside were not really conducive to that.
"That's ok. Will we finish off at home?" Ephraim asked.
Tom pulled his cock out of Ephraim's ass and a smiled stretched across his face. Tom pulled of the condom and his eyes took a slow and detailed examination of Ephraim's body. Despite his trepidation, Tom still wanted to cum. His boyfriend was still shit-hot, naked and barefoot, outside and his clothes were who-knew-where. No, Tom couldn't finish having sex outdoors but he sure as hell wanted to blow his spunk all over Connor's hairless body.
"I'll race you," Tom said, sounding almost relaxed.
Ephraim bit his lip as he smiled back at his lover. They each started stroking but neither took the competition too seriously. Ephraim was still naked and laid back on the grass, now just one arm stretched above his head and using the hand as a pillow; the exposed armpit was as smooth and creamy as the rest of his skin.
Tom too was still more or less naked - topless and with sweat pants around his ankles but now his jerking cock was pointed at Ephraim's chest and ready to blow all over him rather than inside him.
Ephraim was cool with that.
Ephraim got there first, aiming his dick up the length of his body and spurting creamy white cum all over his creamy white skin. At least he had no treasure trail or pubes for the cum to get stuck in.
Ephraim was panting and tweaking a nipple lubed with sweat when Tom came. Tom's cum showered Ephraim while lay back, now with both arms behind his head and his eyes closed as if sunbathing on a nudist beach. Tom's cum mixed with Ephraim's and only once he was spent did he wipe his dick on his hand and stand up to pull up his sweat pants.
Tom didn't want to leave his penis or ass hanging out in case anyone came by but he wasn't so self-conscious that he had to immediately cover up his scrawny upper body, so instead he lay on his back next to Ephraim. Slightly angled, Tom was able to turn his head and lean over to kiss Connor's cheek. When Ephraim opened his eyes, he turned his head too and their lips met. The kiss was warm and soft and affectionate.
Ephraim was brazen about not covering up – he was actually quite comfortable now. He and Tom continued to lie on the spongy grass and enjoy the warm-enough temperature and the sunny sky above them.
A rustle of movement caught Ephraim's attention and he half turned, still balls-out naked to look in the direction of the sound but all he saw was trees and leaves. Connor lay back down, certain he was being watched, and let whoever was there gawk. Eventually whoever it was would have to move again.
Ephraim had not known who was watching, in fairness he gave it little thought, never the less it was not a surprise when Damon emerged and was followed by the compassionate boy who had talked with him shortly after his exposure began. Tom jumped up when he saw them and tossed his t-shirt over Connor's penis to protect his dignity.
"Who the F-" Tom started to ask.
"Hi, guys," Connor said casually.
Tom spun around to see his boyfriend stand and allowing the t-shirt to slip off his groin. It remained on the grass at his feet and Tom watched his lover full-frontally exposed in the clearing to an audience... it was pretty hot and Tom was almost sorry he had already cum.
The two seventeen year olds had not said anything – perhaps surprised that Connor was still so blasé.
"Take a picture, it'll last longer," Connor joked.
Damon reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone but his companion gently slapped his arm in a playful exchange that betrayed their relationship. They were lovers too.
Adequately chastised, Damon said; "Me and Ben figured we should bring you your clothes."
"Thanks. How did that go down with Mitchell?" Connor asked.
"He said `I don't give a rats bum hole if he gets his clothes back,' so I told him he was a prick and ditched him to your stuff back," Damon answered.
Briefly Connor wondered how Damon had known where to find him, but it was hardly a mystery. There were few other places for a totally naked guy to hide. The next waypoint was next to an insalubrious part of town; the only other option would be to stay in the good part of town... which would mean walking along the busy back road while still starkers. Probably not a good idea. So hiding in this clearing was a pretty obvious place to go.
"Bring his stuff back... and then to hide in the bushes?" Tom asked facetiously.
"Yea," Ben said, answering the question unabashed.
"How long were you watching?" Tom asked nervously.
"Oh," Damon said with glee; "Long enough to see you've got a bigger cock than we'd have thought."
Tom blushed.
"Seriously, is that seven inches?" Ben asked.
Tom blushed more.
"More or less," Connor answered on Tom's behalf - almost annoyed the limelight had left him.
"You're lucky," Ben and Damon said together.
"I know," Connor replied, leaning over to give Tom a peck on the cheek.
Connor's shorts, t-shirt and trainers made their way out of backpack in Damon's possession while Tom pulled on his t-shirt. Tom's feelings fluctuated between jealousy that the boys were looking at his naked boyfriend and pride that he had a shit-hot naked boyfriend. The compliment from the boys also resounded like an echo.
"So, tell me..." Damon said as he handed over Connor's stuff.
"Tell you what?" Connor asked.
"What did you do to Mitchell that gave him such a hate-on?"
"He lost a bet," Connor said vaguely.
"There must be more to it than that," Ben responded.
"There is..." Connor replied.
Tom smiled as he recalled the story Connor had told him; how Mitchell had stripped naked in the boy's locker room and how Connor and his friends had cum all over him while Mitchell was on the phone to his girlfriend.
"But I'm not going to tell you," Connor finished saying.
"What? Why not?" Damon asked.
Damon seemed quite keen to know the tawdry details, for he had surely inferred his step-brother had been humiliated.
"Because I made a promise," Connor replied; "He lost a bet and paid his forfeit and I promised I wouldn't tell anyone if he did."
"He stripped you naked on a public footpath and left you barefoot and miles from home," Ben said incredulously; "And you're not going to get him back for that?"
"I wouldn't necessarily say that," Connor said, in truth he really didn't know if he would retaliate or not. "But I gave my word and I'm a man of my word. You make sure you tell him that."
Damon and Ben smiled in response, surprised that Connor had not spilled the beans. But they were pleasantly surprised. Connor suspected they would have rather enjoyed the story and he would have loved to tell them it but then he wouldn't have been keeping his promise. Even if it was a promise to a greasy tool like Mitchell.
And that was hardly a good analogy because unlike Mitchell, Connor actually liked greasy tools.
There was another reason to not antagonise the school bully. The Wrath of Mitchell had proven itself to be a force to be reckoned with.
Calvin was getting hot and bothered.
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He was on a rowing machine, and;
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He had not had sex for four months.
Cal and Daniel were taking things slow, which was fine, but seven weeks had passed since Calvin had asked Daniel out and the farthest he had gotten was to finish Daniel off with a hand job. Calvin was getting horney. In fact he was getting hornier by the second as he watched Daniel working out on a treadmill. Daniel looked hot his shorts and t-shirt and he was getting sweaty and hotter the minute.
Calvin hauled himself off of the rowing machine and pulled off his t-shirt.
He saw Daniel noticing him, there was a slight flush on his cheeks, unrelated to his workout, as Daniel took in the sight of Calvin's fit chest. They had been in the Symposium for half an hour already - greeted by Johnnie who had brought them towels and made the room ready for them. The training room could have accommodated a group of eight or ten quite comfortably and was equipped with treadmills, rowing machines, exercise bikes and weights.
Calvin and Daniel had the room to themselves.
Calvin stretched, implicitly so he could start on the weights but really he was just trying to make himself desirable to Daniel.
"I'm getting kinda hot in here," Calvin said casually.
"Yea," Daniel replied – slightly out of breath.
Calvin took off his shorts.
Daniel nearly fell of the treadmill as he took in the sight of Calvin in just a pair of briefs that were damp with sweat and filled with an expanding cock.
"Er... Calvin..."
"Yes, dear?" Cal replied salaciously.
Daniel did not have a follow up response so he just watched as Calvin stroked his penis through the briefs until he was completely hard. Calvin could see Daniel's stride had altered, no doubt to accommodate his erection. That was a god sign - at least Cal could be certain that Daniel found him physically attractive. The arrogant man in him said "as if that was in doubt" but the insecure and horney voice pointed out his veritable celibacy was evidence to the contrary.
Calvin wanted Daniel to want him. He wanted their relationship to graduate to a physical one and apparently mid-workout was the most appropriate time to seduce his new boyfriend. Calvin slipped his briefs under his balls and Daniel's breathing became heavier. This too was not because of the exercise.
"How far have you ran?" Calvin asked.
"A little over four and half miles."
"I was thinking if you can reach five miles in the next five minutes... you should get a reward." Cal teased.
"What reward?"
Calvin took off his briefs.
Daniel increased his speed and ran a bit harder while he watched Calvin stroking his cock. Cal was dressed only in his trainers now and it was a hot sight to behold; Calvin had no qualms or humility about it. Daniel could never expose himself like that and was excited by Calvin's temerity but did not understand it.
"Does this turn you on?" Daniel asked.
"Does it turn you on?" Calvin replied.
"Of course... but I'm looking at an attractive naked man. What is it about being naked in a gym when anyone could walk in at any second that turns you on?" Daniel wondered.
"It's exciting," Calvin answered, but he knew the answer was not very satisfying.
"I've never really understood how you and Johnnie could expose and humiliate yourselves like this," Daniel said and hoped it did not put Calvin off.
"You like seeing naked men... so do I but I also like being naked. Most men do, right?" Calvin answered; "You ever wanked while looking in the mirror. Seeing yourself naked and getting turned on by it is apparently a biologically programmed... psychological... thing."
Calvin only knew this because Tom had told him about it.
"I know. I read the same book as Tom did," Daniel said with a chuckle.
Daniel was finding it slightly hard to concentrate on running while also watching Calvin jerk his penis. They had been taking things slowly not because Daniel was not interested in sex with Calvin but because he was a little insecure.
"You know it's not that I don't want to," Daniel said by way of airing his internal thinking aloud.
It was pretty obvious Calvin had made this overture because he was getting sexually frustrated.
"Huh?" was Calvin's articulate response.
"I've noticed you around. I find you very attractive," Daniel said in a voice that was not his own.
Calvin smiled, recognising the reference to a song by Touch And Go; I've noticed you around/ I find you very attractive...
"Would you go to bed with me?" Calvin asked, completing the voice sample that distinguished the track.
Daniel nodded breathlessly and then said; "It's just... I've been waiting for the bubble to bust."
"What bubble?"
"I was worried that... You and Johnnie were really close for a long time. More than just friends. A lot more than just friends. And I guess, even when you said you didn't feel the same way about him as he did about you... I guess I was worried you'd change your mind," Daniel explained.
It had obviously been on his mind for a long time and Calvin understood why someone, why most people, would have that concern. Until six months or so ago, Johnnie and Calvin had biblically shared each other's beds.
"I love Johnnie but not in that way," Calvin answered. Calvin was still stroking his cock and rubbing the head of his penis but he stopped now and put his hands on his hips; "Are you at five miles yet?"
"No."
"Get down here anyway."
Daniel pulled the magnetic key from the treadmill's console and the running belt slowed to a standstill. Daniel felt anticipation and anxiety as he approached Calvin; this was the most intimate they had been in their relationship so far. Mutual masturbation and sharing a bed, to sleep, had formed an affectionate foundation and Daniel was no virgin or pure soul but...
"You know that if you don't want to..." Calvin started to say.
So Daniel put his finger to Calvin's lips to `shhh' him and stepped as close as he could with a six and half inch protrusion in the way.
"I want to," Daniel said and kissed Calvin with persuasive passion.
Daniel put his hands on Cal's shoulders and ran them down his arms; as he lowered himself to his knees, Daniel's hands continued to stroke Calvin's skin, sliding from his hips to his ankles.
Calvin enjoyed the tender caress and looked down to see Daniel's big brown eyes looking back at him. They were both playing a game of sorts; Calvin exhibiting himself in order to seduce and Daniel cock-teasing to show Cal couldn't have his cake and eat it.
"You should take your t-shirt off," Calvin commented.
"Why? Someone might walk in," Daniel said and sounding a little worried.
"So? I'm the one who's naked. If they walk in, is it worse for them to see you sucking me off with your shirt on as opposed to off or does it make no difference?" Calvin asked.
"No difference, I guess," Daniel agreed.
"So let me see your rock hard abs," Cal said quasi-mockingly.
Daniel had a good body but was not a gym-obsessed muscle man; he had passable pecs and more of a four pack than an eight pack. He ate healthily and had a genetic disposition to the conventionally attractive body shape. His Greek father had endowed a Mediterranean complexion and black chest hair that, though hardly plentiful, accentuated his physique.
Daniel rolled his eyes and peeled off the sweaty garment; he only did it to make Calvin happy which was nice in a way. From his place on the floor in front of Calvin's cock, around which his hand had wrapped to bring it to full arousal, Daniel could smell the musk in the room. Calvin's balls were sweaty and moist and Daniel used one hand to fondle them while the other stroked the shaft.
Calvin was reluctant to put his hands on Daniel's head in case it came across as controlling or forceful, but really hands on a guy's head when they're on their knees in front of you it the instinctive place to put them. Cal instead put his hands behind his head, exposing himself even more, and Daniel took that as a cue to put out his tongue and lick the bulbous head.
Calvin shuddered under the wet conditions applied to his penis and soon, the entire shaft had been lubricated by Daniel's mouth. Daniel might not be as loquacious about his sex life as Calvin, but he sure knew how to excite a man. With tensed lips pressed to the end of Calvin's cock, he took the long organ slowly into his mouth – peeling back his lips to cover his teeth as the cock entered.
Now Calvin put his hands on Daniel's head.
Calvin could feel Daniel's nose brushing his pubic hair as he took the cock deep into his mouth before breathing out through his nose as it slid back out again. In and out, deep and shallow.
"And in here we have... never mind."
The door had opened, the disrupted air suspended for a moment and then close again with the casual "never mind," in a voice that was unmistakably Johnnie's.
Calvin had expected Daniel to stop or freak out over the interruption but he didn't; Daniel continued sucking Cal's cock while disregarding the interruption. Calvin looked to his right where the door had unceremoniously opened and then closed again. He had seen Johnnie take in the scene, but whomever he was showing around had not spied the sexual engagement.
Calvin was getting close to cumming and was sent over the edge when Daniel reached around to grab Calvin's arse. Daniel's hands gripped the cheeks and spread them open; an air conditioned breeze cooled his anal sphincter then Daniel's hands slid closer the cleft. Daniel's fingers teased the edge of Calvin's hole and threatened to slip in; the anticipation of a vigorous finger fuck was enough to cause Calvin's cock to blow.
Daniel staunched the spurting cum with his tongue and obligingly licked and sucked it up so as not to leave a mess. Calvin's hands dropped and the post-ecstatic pleasure overtook him long enough for Daniel to extricate himself and stand up.
Cal opened his mouth and leaned over to kiss Daniel; the taste of cum was still on his lips but penis-breath didn't bother Calvin. He was pulling on his shorts again when the door opened slowly and Johnnie's head appeared.
"Is it safe to come in now?" Johnnie asked.
"Yea," Daniel answered.
Johnnie came in as Calvin and Daniel were pulling on t-shirts.
"Oh don't get dressed on my account," Johnnie said.
"Don't be facetious," Daniel chastised with good humour.
"No, really: don't get dressed on my account. In fact I insist you don't," Johnnie winked exaggeratedly.
"Pervert," Calvin name-called.
"Says the man who just got a blowie in an athletic club?" Johnnie responded gleefully.
"You should go get yourself a blow job instead of watching other people," Daniel said neutrally.
"This isn't exactly a private room, Danny boy. Lucky for you I diverted the house guests to the other exercise room," Johnnie said.
Johnnie looked rather cute in his shorts and polo shirt; he'd been working at the Symposium for nearly two weeks and had a great rapport with the staff and clientele.
"Who's your house guests?" Daniel asked by way of changing the subject.
"Invertors," Johnnie said and then made a loud snoring noise. "I've left them to the careful ministrations of E.J., our esteemed leader."
Calvin smiled at Johnnie's inimitable way of communicating ideas.
"E.J.'s more or less in charge here now," Johnnie continued; "Seems there's gonna be a management shuffle when the Symposium opens two new clubs. I think he's interviewing for a deputy manager soon."
"You should go for it," Daniel encouraged earnestly.
"Me? I've been in the door about five minutes and have no management experience," Johnnie replied. Then, realising Cal and Daniel were dressed again, he added with exaggerated realisation; "Gosh, I didn't recognise you two with your clothes on."
"Ha ha," Calvin replied.
"I'm happy as a drone; a pawn without responsibility. Though E.J. did trust me to sweet talk the investors..." Johnnie said thoughtfully.
Johnnie was thinking about the handsome investors in expensive suits and what they might have looked like without the suits on.
"Say, Johnnie, is that uniform smaller than usual?" Daniel asked.
Johnnie looked down at himself as if checking for the first time. The shorts were shorter than his usual style and the t-shirt a bit tighter and displaying more of his arms than before.
"Yea, they're a size smaller. Why?" Johnnie replied.
Calvin and Daniel exchanged knowing looks.
"I think E.J. knew exactly what he was doing when he picked you to show off. I mean, to sweet talk the investors and show them around," Calvin said.
"Are you saying... I feel used," Johnnie said with mock-affront.
Johnnie walked Calvin and Daniel back to the locker room so they could change. Calvin was headed for the shower while Daniel was still collecting his towel and noticed Johnnie watching Calvin depart.
"Are you looking at my boyfriend's bum?" Daniel asked, but he was smiling.
"Yes. I mean, no. I mean... I don't even know what a bum is," Johnnie lied unconvincingly.
"Are you..."
"Ok?" Johnnie interrupted. "Yes, I'm ok," Johnnie said, then more softly; "I'm fine. A bit lonely to be honest."
"What about that guy you..." Daniel tried to think of a tactful way to phrase the end of his question; "Got to know. Y'know, after you modelled a few weeks ago?"
"Oh, David? Yea... well. Yea. I dunno." Johnnie answered.
Johnnie did have David's number but they had talked only once and he wasn't sure it was anything more than a tryst.
"Actually... Dean Carlisle, my former teacher and tutor kinda gave me his number," Johnnie admitted. "I haven't told anyone but we went out on a date last week." Johnnie had been reluctant to tell anyone about this but felt safe talking to Daniel.
"That's great? How'd it go?"
"It was only coffee and scones but, y'know, I like both of those things and I think I like Dean too."
Johnnie had been reticent because David and Dean and Aaron, the life model he had sucked off, had all expressed interest and he was not sure who he wanted to date. Or if any of them were interested in dating as opposed to tawdry lust because he had been bare naked at the time. However, Johnnie sensed that Dean was a good man who was worth overriding his reservations for.
"That's great and it's just a date, Johnnie." Daniel encouraged; "Maybe sparks will fly. Is there going to be a next time?"
"Maybe," Johnnie said. He smiled as he added; "I mean, between you and me, maybe we're going out tonight."
Daniel smiled; "Maybe you'll have a great time."
Martin and Frazer were walking in the twilight, chatting as if they were long friends. Martin had sought out Frazer to learn more about his parents – his dad, E.J., in particular. It was strange to think that Frazer had known E.J. as a boy and hard to know that he knew very little about the man E.J. is now.
"What are you thinking about?" Frazer asked.
"Sorry?"
"You were far away there for a minute," Frazer commented.
"It's nothing," Martin replied.
"Yea? Were you thinking about bad break-up guy?" Frazer asked knowingly.
Martin smiled slightly; he hadn't really talked to anybody about E.J. and didn't know how to start, although he did want to.
The secret was burning him up – he knew he had been making bad choices and was starting to feel unhinged. His behaviour was not out of character per se, but his attitude towards it was. Sex and exhibition were things he sought out now rather than things that happened as a result of machinations.
Sex and exhibition offered Martin oblivion from all the heart aching pain he felt over not being with the man he loved. Not talking about E.J. hurt Martin deeply and he wasn't sure how much he could say.
"I'm always thinking about him," Martin replied.
Frazer thought the conversation was being shut down.
"I don't know how to get over it," Martin continued.
He didn't know how to get over it but so far it had involved messing around at the taking of his school photograph and fooling around with Sean at the Pothos Emporium. He had even made suggestions and hints to Graham about future promotional ventures at the Pothos - a rendition that might just make even Martin blush.
"It takes time," Frazer told him; "Truth takes time."
"What about you? Have you met anyone?" Martin asked, hoping to move the conversation away from E.J.
What would Frazer think if he knew that Martin had been dating his own estranged dad? Would he begin to understand how hard it had been to end things? Martin hadn't stopped loving E.J., for all he now knew, that feeling hadn't and wouldn't and couldn't just go away.
"No, I figure I'll know the right guy when I meet him," Frazer answered.
Just then his phone rang and Frazer excused himself to take the call.
Martin was left to his own thoughts; he was thinking about the conversation with E.J. on Valentine's day, he was thinking about the last time they had had sex, he was thinking about the day they told each other how old they really were and he was thinking about the day they met...
Martin would give anything to not know the truth about E.J.
Uncle Frazer was right, the truth takes time.
Ignorance is bliss and never had a truer aphorism been written. Martin thought about the first time he had sucked E.J.'s cock; the hot thick muscle and the trembling veins and the salty-sweet fluid that leaked out and trickled down his throat.
"Fantastic, yes, I'll see you then."
Frazer hung up and was beaming happily as he rejoined Martin and saved Martin from his naughty thoughts.
"Good news?" Martin asked.
"Yea, do you remember I said I hated my job working at the community centre. I spend all day working with delinquents and assholes... and that's just my colleagues?" Frazer jested.
Martin laughed; "Yea, I remember there's no love-loss with your job."
"Well, I've been applying for a new job. A better one," Frazer said and continued when Martin raised eyebrows expectantly; "I've applied for a deputy manager's position at gym near here."
Martin felt his stomach sink ominously.
"What one?"
"The Symposium Athletics Club."
E.J.'s gym - well it would be, wouldn't?
The truth takes time, thought Martin. The Truth Takes...
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