“What does it feel like?”
“I dunno… I can’t really describe it.”
“Does it hurt?”
“Um, not really… I guess. It’s more like pressure.”
“Well, I’m almost done.”
I was having the time of my life, but I didn’t want to push my luck. I’d started to realize that if I played my cards right, I could have a dumb jock as my new toy for longer than just a day or two. I didn’t want to break him, or do so much with him that I felt like there was nothing to build to later.
That’s what I told myself, anyways. My middle finger kept rubbing more vigorously, in spite of my newfound plan.
“Oh… oof!” Archer half-grunted, half-moaned.
“Just got to get the last bit coated with the antibacterial.”
I pressed my fingertip harder against his pucker. The now-swollen skin was hotter than it had been earlier. His opening began to give a little; I could feel him acquiescing.
“Oh! Oh, shit! Oh, man. B! B! B!” he moaned in one mashed up exaltation. “I think I’m pulling a muscle down there. It feels like somethings spasming.”
“Almost done.”
I tried to sound reassuring. I inserted myself even harder; the first inch of my first slid inside of him. It happened quicker than I have expected. It was like the guards just dropped their weapons and let the raiders rush into the castle.
“FuuUUUuuuUccccCCCCCCccccckkKK!” he passionately howled.
I started to slide that one inch of my finger in and out while wiggling it to the best of my ability. His ring was grasping onto my skin with an impressive tightness.
“OooHHHh! OoooHHH! YYeeahhhh! Huuuuhhh! Ohhh-OOHHH-ooohhh!”
The monosyllabic moans flooded from him as his entire body shook. Archer’s ass cheeks were quivering like a Jell-O mold. He’d instinctively gone deeper into a position that, again, I’d only ever seen in porn; he placed his face against the floor and pushed his glutes backwards. It was as if his body just knew what to do.
I listened to the bitch-like moans for about thirty seconds. I reveled in the fact that I was the one extracting them from his body – that the nerd was owning the jock — but then I remembered all the pain douchebags like him had caused me. He definitely didn’t sound like he was in pain.
I pulled my finger out from inside of him. Archer’s hole frantically winked, like it didn’t know what to do. His body still trembled as he processed everything flowing through him.
“That was really fucked up,” he said in a disgusted tone.
Archer was still in the classic bottom pose. I sprung to my feet as quickly as I could, expecting that I’d need to bolt for the door. He just stayed there, though; eventually, his body calmed, and he stopped vibrating with energy.
“I’m so, so sorry, B!” I don’t know what the fuck happened. You’re just trying to do your job and help me and I gotta make things awkward. I… I just lost control. I’d never felt anything like that. You must think I’m a giant perv.”
He’s… disgusted with himself? I hadn’t expected that. Somewhere under my horniness, excitement, and newfound lust for power, a modicum of guilt began to emerge. “Hey… don’t worry about it. It’s not like you can control your body. I still get hard sometimes just from someone accidentally rubbing against my crotch.”
Archer began to pull himself up from the floor. His face was flushed – whether from shame or sexually bliss I wasn’t sure. A soft smile emerged; his dimples took centerstage. “I’m glad you said that. Otherwise, I would have been too embarrassed to get up off the floor and have you see this.”
This?
Archer motioned to his crotch. The pouch of his jockstrap was jutting out. The tent it was creating was big enough to fit a traveling circus.
report My mouth went agape. I noticed something else. Is that…? Is that what I think it is?
At the very tip of the covered pole there was a wet spot. It wasn’t all that big, but it was clear what had happened. Archer had started to leak when my finger had been tantalizing his hole. I knew he’d been moaning, but I was shocked to see such an obvious payoff.
“Nothing to be ashamed of, bro,” I said, leaning into what I imagined a guy’s guy would tell him. “Why don’t you go to the bathroom – remember, we do actually have one – so you can clean that off and get changed into your uniform.”
“Ha! You’re such a kidder.”
Archer beamed; the embarrassment left just as swiftly as it had taken hold of him. I felt confused. I didn’t hate him, but it was fun messing with him. It just made me feel things I’d never felt before. Maybe we could be friends? Oh, who are you kidding? He wouldn’t even acknowledge you if he was out in public with his jock buddies.
Everything was so jumbled up. I was so conflicted — though not conflicted enough that I didn’t ogle his statue-of-David-esque backside as he left the room.
The rest of the shift went about the same as the night before. Archer mainly observed, but I did have him do more of the manual labor. It was a major perk of having a gladiator as an assistant. We were both a little more silent, though. I knew I was trying to make sense of everything in my head. I wondered if he was too.
“Maca-rooooOOOOOooooOOOOOOoooooooons!” Archer howled with a giggle, reading a label. “All of these baking words sound so funny.”
Okay, so maybe we aren’t thinking about the same thing. I decided I needed to accept that I’d never be able to understand what happens inside of a dumb jock’s head. To try would have been an exercise in futility.
Another day passed, and I hadn’t made much progress in figuring out how I was feeling. I had, however, jerked off several times though thinking about what had happened the day before.
As I prepared to enter the storefront, I decided that I couldn’t finger fuck Archer again. I needed to limit my actions to enjoying looking at his beautiful body and touching him more innocently – or, rather, in ways that seemed more innocent. The veiled groping would still be risky, but it was more defensible than explaining how my finger ended up working over his rosebud.
When I entered five minutes before start time, Archer was already inside. I was taken aback, since I hadn’t seen his truck in the parking area. He was standing near the desk dressed in lowkey streetwear.
I realized that he was placing a gift bag on the desk. He turned and smiled at me once he realized I’d walked through the doors.
“Guess you caught me,” he said sheepishly.
“Caught you doing what?”
“I was… I was just going to leave you something while I went to change. It’s nothing really. I… I just felt real bad about yesterday, so I wanted to make it up to you.”
Christ. My heart sank. I faked a smile as I wondered what it meant about me that he was buying me a present after I’d been using him for his body. “Um… thanks.”
I ambled over to where he was standing. I picked up with gift bag and started to reach inside. It was a Funko POP figurine of Gandalf. I wondered where he had managed to find it so quickly.
“I hope you like it,” he said. “I thought that I remembered you saying Lord of the Rings was your favorite book on my first day.”
He remembered my favorite book? My face was frozen in place. I didn’t know what to say.