Page 4 of Choosing Hope
He blocked me. A vision stood before me in tight-fitting cycling shorts, his erection impossible to ignore.
“That was hot!” his gruff voice exclaimed, his words distorted with lust.
My eyes trailed up his abs, still moist with sweat from his exercise. Even though I’d just ejaculated, the sight of him aroused gave me a fluttering sensation in my chest.
My shoulders clenched as a blanket of heat simmered over my exposed skin.
“Rupert’s in the shower.”
Carlo dropped his dirty shirt onto the bed.
“Use this. It needs a wash anyway.”
I busied myself wiping the mess off my chest, while Carlo thumbed through my magazine. Glancing at each page.
“You’re a breast man?” he asked, jerking his chin up.
I shrugged but didn’t meet his gaze. His questions brought on my timidity. Though Carlo and I had grown accustomed to physical contact during boxing, or a comforting embrace, it felt odd discussing my sexual inclinations with him. Especially after my reaction to his hardness.
“Will you let me watch you next time?”
His voice was so soft it was almost inaudible, yet its timbre sent my blood surging south.
In my position, sitting naked on the bed, concealing my body’s response to him was impossible. I saw his gaze flick between my legs, which only made me harder.
He understood me well enough not to challenge me on it. Instead, he turned the page.
“She looks slutty,” he said.
His words were disparaging, but his voice brimmed with wonder.
My attention flicked down to the page to see a young woman, her legs spread wide. With her vagina cracked open, she seemed to beg for action.
Carlo’s hand rubbed his hardening dick firmly through his shorts, and my disobedient eyes locked on the movement.
Still towering above, he stared at me, his eyes black pools of desire. He hooked his thumb in the waistband of his shorts, and my pulse sharpened.
I’d seen Carlo’s body dozens of times but never in this state of arousal.
“Do you mind?” he asked, flicking his chin down to ensure there was no confusion about his request.
I shook my head, unable to speak for the lump that had formed in my throat.
How could I tell him I’d thought about this before?
I moved my shoulders back to drag myself out of my stupor and asked him if he would prefer some privacy.
His response was to push his shorts down, exposing his enormous, rigid dick.
My mouth instantly went dry. With his crotch at my eye-level, I couldn’t help staring; his crown, it was a darker pink than mine, and he already had a bead of moisture oozing from the end.
“Absolutely not,” he groaned, as he surrounded his hardness with his hand. “I want you to show me how you enjoy being jerked off.”
I stop talking; my mind is flooded with the memories of that day, and the sense of not just acceptance but comradeship that Carlo gave me.
Dr. Klein pauses again, this courtesy of giving me a few minutes already starting to feel familiar; comfortable.
We sat in silence, listening to the steady tick of the clock. Only this time, the noise didn’t make me tense because I wanted this experience to be over. The noise relaxed me. Discussing this. Sharing it was helping to reorder things in my mind.
