Thanks Guys, I'm glad you're enjoying it! It gets steamier in the next chapters!
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So good, i'm totaly hooked! Can't wait to read next chapter
Thanks for this feedback, I'll definitely keep posting the story then.
I'll post chapter 3 here next week and chapter 12 is already scheduled on Patreon for next Tuesday.
I'll post chapter 3 here next week and chapter 12 is already scheduled on Patreon for next Tuesday.
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Chapter 3: The Disregarded Present (Part 1)
“Get on all fours, now.”
“Excuse me?”
“To get the pen, boy. It’ll be easier that way.”
“Oh… The pen, right.”
“What were you thinking, Harry?”
Good question!
I had many things on my mind. Most of them, dirty.
For starters, since I was already lowering myself down, if I looked slightly to my right, I would see Christian’s massive uncut cock dangling in front of my face.
His legs were spread wide; his bathrobe was almost completely open.
I bet it was on purpose.
I glanced out of the corner of my eye.
Damn. Not only was Christian Holmes a total hunk, but he had the fat veiny cock to back it up!
“Christian, I—”
“I thought you didn't want to be late. Just get down and look for it!”
This was not about the stupid pen, was it?
But I played along.
It was as if the man had cast a spell on me.
How could I possibly refuse him anything? The big dick energy was strong and convincing.
Shaking slightly, I got on my knees, arched my back, and lowered my head to look under the couch and the armchair that Christian was sitting in.
As I crouched down, I felt his ankles and feet move next to me.
Soon, they were practically on my face.
It smelled like musky sweat.
I liked it.
“Are you seeing anything?”
“Nothing. I'm not sure it's here.”
“Keep looking, boy. The pen must be somewhere, it hasn’t vanished.”
The situation felt so surreal. I started moving around on all fours, searching without really trying to find anything.
I was convinced it was all mind games, but maybe it was not.
Perhaps I was seeing innuendos and sexual invitations where there were none.
“Mr. Holmes, it's not there.” I said after a while.
“Wait, I feel something under my ass.”
I stayed on the floor in complete awe as Christian moved around above me.
His cock was still partially hidden by the robe, but most of it was on display.
His balls hung low; they were massive and hairy. Yum.
His uncut dick was girthy, even flaccid. There was a lot of foreskin on that shaft, and it seemed very long, but I could not quite see the base of the tail.
I wish he would just give everything to me.
“Do you… do you have it?” I mumbled.
He pulled the pen out from under his ass with a big smile on his face.
“Silly me, right? It was there the whole time.”
There was no doubt that he was mocking me.
I eventually stood up, unsure whether I was glad for the little skit that allowed me to check out his cock, or angry at the way this supposedly religious, married man was toying with me.
I mean, doing that bit while holding a Bible was quite bold!
“So, what was that about? Another test?”
I was surprised by my tone; I did not think I was ready to defy him. Well, I could at least question him.
Christian did not seem to mind; he just grinned.
“What do you mean? I lost my pen.”
“Sure, you did…”
“Sorry for the trouble, Harry.”
“It was no trouble at all.” I replied, my heart racing in my chest.
I dared to look right at his crotch, even though I could no longer see his dick, he had slightly readjusted the robe.
To have a much better view, I would have had to get back down.
I honestly considered it.
“What are you doing tonight?” Christian suddenly asked.
“I'm not sure. I might have to study for a test tomorrow.”
“What exactly do you do at the University?”
“I'm getting my engineering degree. If I pass my exams, I’ll have it next May.”
“So, you're a dork.”
That was rude.
“I don’t think so.”
He chuckled.
“Don’t worry, I’m only teasing. I’ve only ever known the army. My dad made me enlist when I was 18.”
“Thank you for your service.” I said awkwardly.
“Anyway, I see you don't have anything fun planned tonight, so it's the perfect opportunity for dinner. I’ll tell Grace to prepare something, and we can all eat together at seven.”
“Are you sure? Don't you want to spend time alone with your—”
He cut me off.
“I don’t speak in vain, young man. Never. If I’m offering, it’s because I want to. It'll be nice to get to know each other since we're sharing a roof.”
It was difficult to know what was really going on in his mind.
“I didn't mean to…”
“Is it a yes or a no for tonight?”
“Yes, sure. I'll be there.”
“Perfect, then. I’ll tell Grace to bring her A-game in the kitchen.”
Obviously, she would not have a choice in the matter. She was a good obedient housewife; if her husband wanted to invite someone over for dinner, she would cook and host nicely.
“Okay. See you later, then. I… I really have to go now.”
“Have a good day, engineering or whatever.”
I left the house feeling flustered.
I also realized that I had been sporting a rather visible hard-on all throughout our conversation.
Had Christian noticed?
I was still thinking about it when I finally arrived on campus.
There, I soon met up with Javier. We had been in the same class for the past three years and had grown very close.
Javier was straight and in a serious relationship with a girl who lived in California, meaning they were stuck in a long-distance relationship.
In my view, there are two types of straight guys: those who never want to hear about gay sex, as if someone could invade their ass at any given time if they were to so much as discuss the matter; and those who are super curious about it and weirdly into knowing all the details.
Javier was definitely part of the second group, so I knew I could confide in him about the latest developments in the Holmes household.
First, I told him about Christian's unexpected return in the middle of the evening.
“That sucks. A tough military guy in the house… The vibe might shift.”
“You’re right about that, he’s definitely tough and the vibe is for sure shifting.”
“And he’ll probably be in the house constantly if he’s on break.”
“Yeah, it was perfect with Grace. She’s rarely around, always doing stuff for the church. But listen to me, it's worse than that. Or maybe it's great, depending on how you look at it.”
“I’m listening.”
“Well, Christian Holmes is a bit odd when it comes to my sexuality…”
“Oh, shit. Don't tell me he's a homophobe. Although, considering he's in his early forties, a practicing Catholic, and in the army, that wouldn't be such a surprise.”
“It's not exactly that.”
I loved teasing Javier with my stories.
He was not very patient, though.
“Just spill the beans, bro!”
“It's tough to explain because I don't understand it myself. You remember how his wife told him I was gay last month so he wouldn't worry about another guy living with her?”
“Yeah, it rings a bell.”
Javier already knew about the living arrangement; he had even offered to let me sleep on the floor of his tiny dorm room if I had nowhere else to go.
“Well, when he saw me last night, he kind of wanted to make sure that I was gay…”
“Okay, that’s odd… And?”
“Mate, he let me feel his cock!”
“Whaaaat?! After months abroad, the dude comes back to his wife, and on the first night, he gives it to you! That’s wild!”
Mission accomplished: Javier was pumped with the gossip.
“No, I mean, he let me feel it through his pants. To see how I would react.”
“Now, that's a juicy story.”
“Yeah. I told you!”
“How did you react?”
“What do you think? I rubbed the man’s cock through the fabric.”
“Jesus Christ, Harry, you're impossible.”
“What else was I supposed to do? Besides, if I hadn't, he wouldn't have believed that I was gay.”
“Sure… That's why you did it.”
I scratched the back of my head.
“It was awkward though, because his wife was nearby, and I had literally just met the guy.”
“Bet! How is he physically?”
This one was easy to answer.
“Perfect! I mean, no doubt about it, he’s the hottest man I have ever seen in my life.”
“Hey, I'm right here!”
I chuckled.
Javier was definitely good-looking. He was 22, went to the gym multiple times a week, and looked nothing like what you might expect from a nerdy science student.
He did wear large black glasses, but other than that, he sported huge biceps and big thighs. He rocked tight-fitting clothes, and sometimes he even wore crop tops like those TikTok fuckboys.
No one understood why he stayed faithful to his girlfriend, Donna, when so many people (girls and guys alike) were lusting after him on campus.
I quickly realized that I did not stand a chance with him.
Although I was initially attracted to him, after years of friendship we had moved past that point.
“Please—if you saw him; you'd understand. Plus, you know I like my men a little more mature…”
“Yeah, and I bet the whole military vibe isn't too bad for you either."
“Exactly.”
“So, you touched his dick, but not really, and that’s it?”
“No! I have more. This morning, he… Okay, I know it sounds stupid, but I swear it was weirdly erotic. He asked me to get a pen from under the couch, and he was wearing a loosely closed bathrobe, so I saw his dick. Partially.”
Javier burst out laughing.
“You picked up a pen. How steamy! And here I was, thinking gay dudes were so freaking kinky.”
Chapter 3: The Disregarded Present (Part 1)
“Get on all fours, now.”
“Excuse me?”
“To get the pen, boy. It’ll be easier that way.”
“Oh… The pen, right.”
“What were you thinking, Harry?”
Good question!
I had many things on my mind. Most of them, dirty.
For starters, since I was already lowering myself down, if I looked slightly to my right, I would see Christian’s massive uncut cock dangling in front of my face.
His legs were spread wide; his bathrobe was almost completely open.
I bet it was on purpose.
I glanced out of the corner of my eye.
Damn. Not only was Christian Holmes a total hunk, but he had the fat veiny cock to back it up!
“Christian, I—”
“I thought you didn't want to be late. Just get down and look for it!”
This was not about the stupid pen, was it?
But I played along.
It was as if the man had cast a spell on me.
How could I possibly refuse him anything? The big dick energy was strong and convincing.
Shaking slightly, I got on my knees, arched my back, and lowered my head to look under the couch and the armchair that Christian was sitting in.
As I crouched down, I felt his ankles and feet move next to me.
Soon, they were practically on my face.
It smelled like musky sweat.
I liked it.
“Are you seeing anything?”
“Nothing. I'm not sure it's here.”
“Keep looking, boy. The pen must be somewhere, it hasn’t vanished.”
The situation felt so surreal. I started moving around on all fours, searching without really trying to find anything.
I was convinced it was all mind games, but maybe it was not.
Perhaps I was seeing innuendos and sexual invitations where there were none.
“Mr. Holmes, it's not there.” I said after a while.
“Wait, I feel something under my ass.”
I stayed on the floor in complete awe as Christian moved around above me.
His cock was still partially hidden by the robe, but most of it was on display.
His balls hung low; they were massive and hairy. Yum.
His uncut dick was girthy, even flaccid. There was a lot of foreskin on that shaft, and it seemed very long, but I could not quite see the base of the tail.
I wish he would just give everything to me.
“Do you… do you have it?” I mumbled.
He pulled the pen out from under his ass with a big smile on his face.
“Silly me, right? It was there the whole time.”
There was no doubt that he was mocking me.
I eventually stood up, unsure whether I was glad for the little skit that allowed me to check out his cock, or angry at the way this supposedly religious, married man was toying with me.
I mean, doing that bit while holding a Bible was quite bold!
“So, what was that about? Another test?”
I was surprised by my tone; I did not think I was ready to defy him. Well, I could at least question him.
Christian did not seem to mind; he just grinned.
“What do you mean? I lost my pen.”
“Sure, you did…”
“Sorry for the trouble, Harry.”
“It was no trouble at all.” I replied, my heart racing in my chest.
I dared to look right at his crotch, even though I could no longer see his dick, he had slightly readjusted the robe.
To have a much better view, I would have had to get back down.
I honestly considered it.
“What are you doing tonight?” Christian suddenly asked.
“I'm not sure. I might have to study for a test tomorrow.”
“What exactly do you do at the University?”
“I'm getting my engineering degree. If I pass my exams, I’ll have it next May.”
“So, you're a dork.”
That was rude.
“I don’t think so.”
He chuckled.
“Don’t worry, I’m only teasing. I’ve only ever known the army. My dad made me enlist when I was 18.”
“Thank you for your service.” I said awkwardly.
“Anyway, I see you don't have anything fun planned tonight, so it's the perfect opportunity for dinner. I’ll tell Grace to prepare something, and we can all eat together at seven.”
“Are you sure? Don't you want to spend time alone with your—”
He cut me off.
“I don’t speak in vain, young man. Never. If I’m offering, it’s because I want to. It'll be nice to get to know each other since we're sharing a roof.”
It was difficult to know what was really going on in his mind.
“I didn't mean to…”
“Is it a yes or a no for tonight?”
“Yes, sure. I'll be there.”
“Perfect, then. I’ll tell Grace to bring her A-game in the kitchen.”
Obviously, she would not have a choice in the matter. She was a good obedient housewife; if her husband wanted to invite someone over for dinner, she would cook and host nicely.
“Okay. See you later, then. I… I really have to go now.”
“Have a good day, engineering or whatever.”
I left the house feeling flustered.
I also realized that I had been sporting a rather visible hard-on all throughout our conversation.
Had Christian noticed?
I was still thinking about it when I finally arrived on campus.
There, I soon met up with Javier. We had been in the same class for the past three years and had grown very close.
Javier was straight and in a serious relationship with a girl who lived in California, meaning they were stuck in a long-distance relationship.
In my view, there are two types of straight guys: those who never want to hear about gay sex, as if someone could invade their ass at any given time if they were to so much as discuss the matter; and those who are super curious about it and weirdly into knowing all the details.
Javier was definitely part of the second group, so I knew I could confide in him about the latest developments in the Holmes household.
First, I told him about Christian's unexpected return in the middle of the evening.
“That sucks. A tough military guy in the house… The vibe might shift.”
“You’re right about that, he’s definitely tough and the vibe is for sure shifting.”
“And he’ll probably be in the house constantly if he’s on break.”
“Yeah, it was perfect with Grace. She’s rarely around, always doing stuff for the church. But listen to me, it's worse than that. Or maybe it's great, depending on how you look at it.”
“I’m listening.”
“Well, Christian Holmes is a bit odd when it comes to my sexuality…”
“Oh, shit. Don't tell me he's a homophobe. Although, considering he's in his early forties, a practicing Catholic, and in the army, that wouldn't be such a surprise.”
“It's not exactly that.”
I loved teasing Javier with my stories.
He was not very patient, though.
“Just spill the beans, bro!”
“It's tough to explain because I don't understand it myself. You remember how his wife told him I was gay last month so he wouldn't worry about another guy living with her?”
“Yeah, it rings a bell.”
Javier already knew about the living arrangement; he had even offered to let me sleep on the floor of his tiny dorm room if I had nowhere else to go.
“Well, when he saw me last night, he kind of wanted to make sure that I was gay…”
“Okay, that’s odd… And?”
“Mate, he let me feel his cock!”
“Whaaaat?! After months abroad, the dude comes back to his wife, and on the first night, he gives it to you! That’s wild!”
Mission accomplished: Javier was pumped with the gossip.
“No, I mean, he let me feel it through his pants. To see how I would react.”
“Now, that's a juicy story.”
“Yeah. I told you!”
“How did you react?”
“What do you think? I rubbed the man’s cock through the fabric.”
“Jesus Christ, Harry, you're impossible.”
“What else was I supposed to do? Besides, if I hadn't, he wouldn't have believed that I was gay.”
“Sure… That's why you did it.”
I scratched the back of my head.
“It was awkward though, because his wife was nearby, and I had literally just met the guy.”
“Bet! How is he physically?”
This one was easy to answer.
“Perfect! I mean, no doubt about it, he’s the hottest man I have ever seen in my life.”
“Hey, I'm right here!”
I chuckled.
Javier was definitely good-looking. He was 22, went to the gym multiple times a week, and looked nothing like what you might expect from a nerdy science student.
He did wear large black glasses, but other than that, he sported huge biceps and big thighs. He rocked tight-fitting clothes, and sometimes he even wore crop tops like those TikTok fuckboys.
No one understood why he stayed faithful to his girlfriend, Donna, when so many people (girls and guys alike) were lusting after him on campus.
I quickly realized that I did not stand a chance with him.
Although I was initially attracted to him, after years of friendship we had moved past that point.
“Please—if you saw him; you'd understand. Plus, you know I like my men a little more mature…”
“Yeah, and I bet the whole military vibe isn't too bad for you either."
“Exactly.”
“So, you touched his dick, but not really, and that’s it?”
“No! I have more. This morning, he… Okay, I know it sounds stupid, but I swear it was weirdly erotic. He asked me to get a pen from under the couch, and he was wearing a loosely closed bathrobe, so I saw his dick. Partially.”
Javier burst out laughing.
“You picked up a pen. How steamy! And here I was, thinking gay dudes were so freaking kinky.”
Chapter 3: The Disregarded Present (Part 2)
“No, you don't understand. The pen was never on the floor in the first place. He made me bend over on purpose, just to see me on all fours.”
“Are you sure you're not making stuff up in your head? Not that it’s untrue but like, maybe you’re projecting a bit and making this a bigger deal than what it really is.”
“Shut up. I know what I’m saying. He also invited me for dinner tonight.”
“Dinner? Like a romantic date? When you’ve been living with his wife for a month? And he’s just come back?!”
“Not a date. Grace will be there too. He says he wants us to get to know each other since we’re going to be living under the same roof.”
“Oh… Then it's just… friendly.”
“You don't get it. It's a whole vibe.”
“No, I believe you but I also know how you get when you’re horny. Do you think he’s hitting on you for real?”
“I don't know. Probably not. I think he’s toying with me. Maybe he’s a homophobe after all, and playing with my nerves is fun for him. Then again, maybe he’s serious about wanting to make sure I’m gay. He seems like the possessive, jealous type.”
“He could be closeted—you know how it is in the army.”
“If he is, then I don't know what last night was about. He fucked his wife so hard and for so long—like, the dude has stamina!”
“Oh…well. Sexuality is a spectrum.”
I smiled.
“It is.”
“So, you'll have dinner with them?”
“Yes, but while remaining on high alert. At any point, I might get kicked out of the house and I'll have to sleep in your dorm.”
“Sure. Just try not to get murdered. Those Christian people are freaks.”
“If I am murdered, at least you'll know who the likely culprits are.”
We laughed it off and hurried to get to class on time.
Over the course of the day, I managed to calm down and relax.
Sure, both interactions with Christian had been odd, to say the least, but nothing that bad happened.
Besides, it was not like I did not enjoy the little game he was playing, whatever it might be.
I was a bit nervous for dinner, but I thought it might be an opportunity to break the ice and normalize our new dynamic.
It could not be that terrible.
I did my best to arrive on time, but my last class ended late, and I had to deal with multiple buses.
I now understood why all Americans had cars; this country was not made for public transportation, even in big cities.
But I was broke; I had to make do with the faulty transportation.
Another issue was that, even in the middle of the fall, it was still very hot in Phoenix, so you just had to learn to deal with sweating when the bus's air conditioning was not working—which was basically every day.
Anyway, I thought I arrived right on time, albeit a bit disheveled and sweaty. Wet spots were visible below my armpits and in the back of my white tee-shirt.
I had planned to quickly shower or change, but Christian and Grace were already waiting for me when I arrived.
“Finally, you're here.” Christian said, or rather barked, setting the tone.
“Honey, he's not late.”
“It’s 7:04; he’s late. You’ve been busting your ass in the kitchen; you deserve better.”
“Language!” She said sternly.
“Sorry, sweetie. You know how I am when someone disrespects you.”
Funny how Christian was such a puppy with his wife at times.
“I'm sorry. The class and then the bus were late, and I… I didn’t mean any disrespect.”
“That's all right, Harry. No need to apologize and don’t listen to Chris, he’s just being grumpy.”
“All right… I didn't mean to jump at your throat, kid. Let's just go sit down and enjoy a nice meal.”
Christian stood up and led the way.
He was wearing brown shorts and a sleeveless tank top.
I could only admire his dedication to showing off his biceps any time he had the chance.
Still, given the welcome I had received, I was not hopeful about dinner when we said grace.
I mean the pre-dining prayer, not referring to Christian’s wife here.
I know what you think, reader, and I agree. They make it very difficult with their overly religious first names!
Grace had cooked roast beef and seemed proud of her meal.
Granted, it was delicious.
Christian insisted that we drink some wine, and, surprisingly, things went quite well from that point on.
I talked a bit about my degree, my life in the U.K., and how it compared to life in the U.S. all the while making sure to praise America.
Then, Christian started talking about all the places he had visited during his military career.
He had spent the last eight months in the Middle East.
Once he started talking about his deployment, Christian could not be stopped. He told dozens of stories about moments during which he had been afraid for his life or that of his men.
Although he was fairly high-ranked in the hierarchy, he insisted on being as close as possible to the field.
He also shared humorous stories about incompetent soldiers, harmless pranks in the barracks, and misunderstandings with the locals.
Surprisingly, I found myself enjoying a pleasant evening, complete with a nice meal in my stomach.
Everything felt so normal and friendly that, by the end, I had almost completely forgotten all my doubts.
Like Javier had suggested, it seemed I had made things bigger in my head than they actually were.
We had apple pie for dessert, and the jokes got slightly dirtier, but Christian knew where to draw the line to keep his wife from frowning too much.
I was on her side most of the time because gay sex was often the butt of the joke—no pun intended—making my fake-laughter all the more awkward.
Still, I thanked them sincerely for dinner.
We discussed how we would organize ourselves around the house, and I promised that I would be careful not to get in the way. I was very much aware of their generosity, letting me stay in her house rent-free.
“You don't have to apologize, Harry. You live here; You are part of this household. We can all adapt and adjust.” Grace said.
“Yes, it's basic Christian charity to welcome you, but this deal also involves you helping with some chores, right?”
“Yes, I've been mowing the lawn, but I can help more.”
"I'll take care of the mowing from now on, at least as long as I'm not called back to the field. But don’t worry, young man, I'll find other things for you to do.”
Christian winked at me.
“Of course, I’ll do anything.”
Grace took care of the dishes and refused my help, which was my cue to go to my room.
“Thanks again, Grace. It was delicious.”
“No problem! We should do this more often.”
As I climbed up the stairs, I felt someone behind me.
It was Christian.
“I'm just going to use the bathroom.” He told me.
“Oh, okay.”
Once we were in the upstairs hallway though, he had more to say, which I guess I should have expected.
It seemed the wine had made me less alert.
“By the way, Harry, I forgot to ask you this morning. Did you enjoy my little present?”
“Your present?”
“Don’t tell me you missed it. I put it aside just for you.”
“I’m sorry, I’m not sure what you’re referring to.”
“My dirty underwear on the bathroom floor.”
I wanted to say something, but my jaw just dropped.
That amused Christian greatly.
“We used to do that for a fruity guy in the barracks. You know, he was into guys, so when we were happy with him, we would let him sniff our dirty, disgusting underwear. He loved that, the freak! It was hilarious.”
“That… that was meant for me?”
Now, I perfectly remembered the tighty-whities in the corner of the room.
“Yes. I thought you'd enjoy it. You’d have a good time with them…”
He motioned jerking off with his hands.
“I wouldn't have dared.”
“Oh, so you're one of those.”
“What do you mean?”
“In my experience, there are two types of queers. The funny, entertaining ones who’d do anything for a good dicking and the boring ones.”
“I'm not boring.”
What was I even trying to prove, saying that?
“You’re not? You disregarded my present.”
“I wouldn’t have if I had known it was for me.” I heard myself say, quite surprised by my own boldness.
Christian smiled from ear to ear.
“Oh well, another time, then.”
“Yeah… maybe.”
Christian slapped my ass.
It was not sexual, just like locker-room banter.
The way he could turn me on so easily was not fair. And of course, Christian was not done.
“I’ll tell you what. If you use the bathroom right after me tonight, you might find another present waiting for you.”
He started sliding down his shorts as he disappeared in the bathroom.
I was once again left with a raging erection in my shorts.
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“No, you don't understand. The pen was never on the floor in the first place. He made me bend over on purpose, just to see me on all fours.”
“Are you sure you're not making stuff up in your head? Not that it’s untrue but like, maybe you’re projecting a bit and making this a bigger deal than what it really is.”
“Shut up. I know what I’m saying. He also invited me for dinner tonight.”
“Dinner? Like a romantic date? When you’ve been living with his wife for a month? And he’s just come back?!”
“Not a date. Grace will be there too. He says he wants us to get to know each other since we’re going to be living under the same roof.”
“Oh… Then it's just… friendly.”
“You don't get it. It's a whole vibe.”
“No, I believe you but I also know how you get when you’re horny. Do you think he’s hitting on you for real?”
“I don't know. Probably not. I think he’s toying with me. Maybe he’s a homophobe after all, and playing with my nerves is fun for him. Then again, maybe he’s serious about wanting to make sure I’m gay. He seems like the possessive, jealous type.”
“He could be closeted—you know how it is in the army.”
“If he is, then I don't know what last night was about. He fucked his wife so hard and for so long—like, the dude has stamina!”
“Oh…well. Sexuality is a spectrum.”
I smiled.
“It is.”
“So, you'll have dinner with them?”
“Yes, but while remaining on high alert. At any point, I might get kicked out of the house and I'll have to sleep in your dorm.”
“Sure. Just try not to get murdered. Those Christian people are freaks.”
“If I am murdered, at least you'll know who the likely culprits are.”
We laughed it off and hurried to get to class on time.
Over the course of the day, I managed to calm down and relax.
Sure, both interactions with Christian had been odd, to say the least, but nothing that bad happened.
Besides, it was not like I did not enjoy the little game he was playing, whatever it might be.
I was a bit nervous for dinner, but I thought it might be an opportunity to break the ice and normalize our new dynamic.
It could not be that terrible.
I did my best to arrive on time, but my last class ended late, and I had to deal with multiple buses.
I now understood why all Americans had cars; this country was not made for public transportation, even in big cities.
But I was broke; I had to make do with the faulty transportation.
Another issue was that, even in the middle of the fall, it was still very hot in Phoenix, so you just had to learn to deal with sweating when the bus's air conditioning was not working—which was basically every day.
Anyway, I thought I arrived right on time, albeit a bit disheveled and sweaty. Wet spots were visible below my armpits and in the back of my white tee-shirt.
I had planned to quickly shower or change, but Christian and Grace were already waiting for me when I arrived.
“Finally, you're here.” Christian said, or rather barked, setting the tone.
“Honey, he's not late.”
“It’s 7:04; he’s late. You’ve been busting your ass in the kitchen; you deserve better.”
“Language!” She said sternly.
“Sorry, sweetie. You know how I am when someone disrespects you.”
Funny how Christian was such a puppy with his wife at times.
“I'm sorry. The class and then the bus were late, and I… I didn’t mean any disrespect.”
“That's all right, Harry. No need to apologize and don’t listen to Chris, he’s just being grumpy.”
“All right… I didn't mean to jump at your throat, kid. Let's just go sit down and enjoy a nice meal.”
Christian stood up and led the way.
He was wearing brown shorts and a sleeveless tank top.
I could only admire his dedication to showing off his biceps any time he had the chance.
Still, given the welcome I had received, I was not hopeful about dinner when we said grace.
I mean the pre-dining prayer, not referring to Christian’s wife here.
I know what you think, reader, and I agree. They make it very difficult with their overly religious first names!
Grace had cooked roast beef and seemed proud of her meal.
Granted, it was delicious.
Christian insisted that we drink some wine, and, surprisingly, things went quite well from that point on.
I talked a bit about my degree, my life in the U.K., and how it compared to life in the U.S. all the while making sure to praise America.
Then, Christian started talking about all the places he had visited during his military career.
He had spent the last eight months in the Middle East.
Once he started talking about his deployment, Christian could not be stopped. He told dozens of stories about moments during which he had been afraid for his life or that of his men.
Although he was fairly high-ranked in the hierarchy, he insisted on being as close as possible to the field.
He also shared humorous stories about incompetent soldiers, harmless pranks in the barracks, and misunderstandings with the locals.
Surprisingly, I found myself enjoying a pleasant evening, complete with a nice meal in my stomach.
Everything felt so normal and friendly that, by the end, I had almost completely forgotten all my doubts.
Like Javier had suggested, it seemed I had made things bigger in my head than they actually were.
We had apple pie for dessert, and the jokes got slightly dirtier, but Christian knew where to draw the line to keep his wife from frowning too much.
I was on her side most of the time because gay sex was often the butt of the joke—no pun intended—making my fake-laughter all the more awkward.
Still, I thanked them sincerely for dinner.
We discussed how we would organize ourselves around the house, and I promised that I would be careful not to get in the way. I was very much aware of their generosity, letting me stay in her house rent-free.
“You don't have to apologize, Harry. You live here; You are part of this household. We can all adapt and adjust.” Grace said.
“Yes, it's basic Christian charity to welcome you, but this deal also involves you helping with some chores, right?”
“Yes, I've been mowing the lawn, but I can help more.”
"I'll take care of the mowing from now on, at least as long as I'm not called back to the field. But don’t worry, young man, I'll find other things for you to do.”
Christian winked at me.
“Of course, I’ll do anything.”
Grace took care of the dishes and refused my help, which was my cue to go to my room.
“Thanks again, Grace. It was delicious.”
“No problem! We should do this more often.”
As I climbed up the stairs, I felt someone behind me.
It was Christian.
“I'm just going to use the bathroom.” He told me.
“Oh, okay.”
Once we were in the upstairs hallway though, he had more to say, which I guess I should have expected.
It seemed the wine had made me less alert.
“By the way, Harry, I forgot to ask you this morning. Did you enjoy my little present?”
“Your present?”
“Don’t tell me you missed it. I put it aside just for you.”
“I’m sorry, I’m not sure what you’re referring to.”
“My dirty underwear on the bathroom floor.”
I wanted to say something, but my jaw just dropped.
That amused Christian greatly.
“We used to do that for a fruity guy in the barracks. You know, he was into guys, so when we were happy with him, we would let him sniff our dirty, disgusting underwear. He loved that, the freak! It was hilarious.”
“That… that was meant for me?”
Now, I perfectly remembered the tighty-whities in the corner of the room.
“Yes. I thought you'd enjoy it. You’d have a good time with them…”
He motioned jerking off with his hands.
“I wouldn't have dared.”
“Oh, so you're one of those.”
“What do you mean?”
“In my experience, there are two types of queers. The funny, entertaining ones who’d do anything for a good dicking and the boring ones.”
“I'm not boring.”
What was I even trying to prove, saying that?
“You’re not? You disregarded my present.”
“I wouldn’t have if I had known it was for me.” I heard myself say, quite surprised by my own boldness.
Christian smiled from ear to ear.
“Oh well, another time, then.”
“Yeah… maybe.”
Christian slapped my ass.
It was not sexual, just like locker-room banter.
The way he could turn me on so easily was not fair. And of course, Christian was not done.
“I’ll tell you what. If you use the bathroom right after me tonight, you might find another present waiting for you.”
He started sliding down his shorts as he disappeared in the bathroom.
I was once again left with a raging erection in my shorts.
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[Read the next steamy chapters of Good Christian and many, many more spicy stories on my Patreon!]
Excellent writing as always--this story is very interesting.
That imagery of the used undies is sending me. So hot!
I'll post chapter 4 here tomorrow, all the following chapters until chapter 13 (which was shared yesterday) are already available on my Patreon.
look forward to chapter 14 :>
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Chapter 4: Mind Games (Part 1)
"If you use the bathroom right after me tonight, you might find another present waiting for you."
I could not stop thinking about it.
Christian was creeping into my thoughts, and I let him.
I did not fully understand his games, but I was willing to show that I could be a great team player.
I was excited when I heard him walk out of the bathroom.
I had been waiting eagerly (resisting the urge to jack off) for the last twenty minutes.
More importantly, I needed to make sure Grace would not take my spot right after her husband.
I hurried out of my room and into the bathroom, not even considering the obvious bulge in my shorts.
I closed the door behind me, almost panting.
There it was, although this time, it lied right in the middle of the room: another pair of dirty underwear.
Christian was a briefs kind of guy. That night, they were navy blue.
Feeling aroused and somewhat odd about it, I picked them up off the floor.
Christian had given me instructions as to what to do with his gift, and this time, I wanted to honor them.
I brought the underwear to my nose and took a good, deep sniff.
"Hmmm..."
It smelled good--exactly like him, like a shot of Christian's musk in my nostrils.
But it was not just about the scent.
The military officer had done things right. On the front, there were a couple of dried droplets that had left darker stains on the fabric.
Could they be precum?
Used underwear was not really my kink, but the fact that he had thought about this and left his briefs there just for me triggered something in me.
There were more instructions to follow, though.
I vividly remembered him making the jerk-off gesture with his hand and saying something about how I should enjoy the present to the fullest.
It was only fair that I do it justice.
I wrapped the briefs around my cock and started stroking myself in the middle of the bathroom.
The Holmes had money; they had a large bathtub and a shower, but I decided to jerk off right there in front of the sink, checking myself in the mirror.
It turned me on, seeing my reflection doing something so taboo.
The fact that the door did not have a lock and Christian could burst in at any moment made it that much more exciting.
Rest assured, I ran the water so that Grace would hear it and not walk in as I was rubbing my hard dick onto her dear husband's briefs.
I had not completely lost my mind.
Christian was smart about this.
Only a sick mind would think he left the dirty underwear as a present for me. Consequently, if I were to be caught, I would be the only weirdo and pervert in this scenario.
I brushed my nipples with my other hand as I felt the upcoming orgasm building in my balls.
I shut my eyes and thought about the cock I had seen--or almost seen in its entirety--that very morning.
I thought about how Christian had purposely spread his legs to display the goods while flaunting his pecs.
I thought about how he had used every opportunity to flex his biceps or showcase his armpits during dinner.
What a slut he was!
That thought sent me over the edge, and I exploded all over the sink and the underwear I was still holding.
Shit!
I had not thought that part through.
What was I supposed to do with a pair of Christian's underwear, freshly soiled with my jizz?
And damn it, it was not a small ejaculation. My spunk was creamy and plentiful on the fabric. That thing was soaked!
I tried to rub it off, but I just ended up spreading more of my seed everywhere.
I decided to go in with my tongue. I licked and swallowed my own semen, mixed with Christian's scent and probably some of his precum as well.
Mind you, it tasted great.
After that, the briefs looked damp and disgusting but at the very least, they were cum-free (for the most part).
Once they were a little drier and folded in a certain way, nobody would see a thing.
Hopefully, Grace--who was in charge of her husband's laundry--would not notice anything, but even if she did, Christian would most likely be the one in trouble, not me.
I planned to put the dirty briefs in their shared laundry basket after I showered.
That way, she would not stumble on the evidence in the bathroom.
Once again, it was only after I had finally emptied my balls and my horniness had subsided that I realized how freaky, and let's be real, how wrong this was.
As I took a long shower, I felt bad.
It was definitely not cool to do this to Grace; she had been nothing but sweet to me and here I was, playing dirty games with her husband.
But what were we actually doing? Was it really that bad?
It was just a stupid pair of underwear and an even stupider mind game.
I put on my teddy-bear pajamas, hid Christian's briefs in my own pile of dirty clothes, and walked to the laundry room downstairs.
The husband and wife had their own basket, as did I, since I was taking care of my own laundry.
I just had to make sure to put the clothes in the right basket.
"Hey, Harry. Can we talk?"
That made me jump.
I know what you might be thinking, but surprisingly it was Grace who walked up to me this time around, not Christian.
Shit.
I had her husband's soiled briefs in my hand.
I threw them in the basket quickly, hoping she would not notice.
"Grace! Of course, what's up?"
She smiled and walked into the laundry room.
"I just wanted to say that I know how Chris can be. He's gruff, and a little rough around the edges, but that's just the army, you know?"
"Oh, no, I understand. There's no problem with him."
"He's a good, decent man, and he's glad you're here. He doesn't show it, but last night we had a real conversation. I'll be honest, since my marriage is always my priority, I asked him if you staying was a problem for him."
"Of course."
I wondered where this was going.
"Well, Chris actually insisted that we were doing the right thing by continuing my mom's generous act. We're fully aligned on having you stay, so don't doubt that."
"That's very nice."
"And again, I know how much my mom adores you."
She took my hands in hers.
This was a bit weird because we had never been that close. The Holmes were definitely all about intimacy lately!
"I really do appreciate everything your family has done for me. If I get my degree, it will be mostly thanks to you." I told her.
"It will be because of your hard work, Harry. You don't owe us anything."
"Still... I'm grateful."
She let go of my hands and looked at me with a certain tenderness.
"But anyway, I just wanted to make sure you knew my husband is on board with this. I know he doesn't always show how he truly feels and I don't want you to feel unwanted."
She really was a good woman.
Annoyingly religious, yes, but a good woman nonetheless.
That is why it was so wrong when, over the next few days, Christian kept leaving his dirty underwear around for me to find. And I kept playing with them.
We were not discussing it; it was just something that was now happening on the daily.
And clearly, Christian was having a lot of fun with our new habit.
At first, he left them in plain sight. On the third night, I thought he had forgotten about me, but the underwear was actually in the sink.
On the fourth night, he left them in the bathtub.
It was like a mini treasure hunt within the 45 square feet of our shared bathroom. I semi-expected to find them hidden in one of the cabinets next time.
I could not share this part with Javier.
I was somewhat ashamed that I was so turned on by a married man's used underwear that I would literally sniff and lick them.
But because it was driving me so crazy, I did tell Javier that Christian kept toying with me.
I had other examples to give him.
For instance, when Grace was not looking, he would provocatively flex his biceps or pull back his tank top so I could see his abs.
He also started leaving the bathroom door slightly open when he was in there.
One of his signature-moves remained the outrageous legs spreading anytime he was wearing his bathrobe.
The ultimate tease was to show me a glimpse or a part of his cock.
I was even lusting over a damn shadow now.
It was all quite subtle, but there were so many signs that he wanted to be freaky with me--or at least toy with me--that this could not have been solely in my head.
"Be careful, man. This seems a bit unhealthy. You could lose the roof over your head because of this." Javier warned me.
"You're probably right, but to be fair, I'm not doing anything, and it's just little things on his part. It's not like we're fucking or anything."
"But you wish you were."
"Uh... No."
Javier laughed.
"Come on! It's so obvious."
"I wouldn't do it... I mean, I don't think so..."
"Yes, exactly! You wouldn't. You can't think about stuff like that. The dude is married. I bet he's just having fun getting you riled up and there's nothing more to it, but--"
"Then it's fine. It's no big deal."
"Let me finish. But... What if someday he wants to take things further?"
"Then I'll put a stop to it. I won't break up a marriage. I know what I owe Grace and her mom."
He looked at me as if to say that he did not believe me at all.
To be honest, I was not convincing myself either.
I could not resist any little crumb the man gave me. Were he to offer, I could not resist taking the whole loaf of bread for very long..
Especially since that bread seemed so thick and tasty.
In all fairness, I was not that weak; Christian was just that insanely hot.
Four days after he returned, I came home to find him mowing the lawn.
Jesus Christ, he had pulled out the big guns for this one.
He was a vision from heaven.
He was shirtless with bulging muscles all around, his traps, pecs, and biceps looking bigger and more impressive than ever.
He was also greasy with sweat, looking deliciously shiny under the sun.
Maybe I was imagining things, but I would not put it past him to have staged this whole thing just to be in that exact position, in this exact outfit, with the perfect amount of sweat, when I walked back to the house.
If this was planned, it was definitely a success.
It was as if he had stepped out of one of my wet dreams. Speaking of which, I had that exact same dream a couple days prior.
He wiped the sweat off his forehead and stopped the lawnmower to greet me.
"Good day at school?"
I was a student in a prestigious university and he treated me as if I was coming home from middle school.
"It's Friday. I finished early. Always a good day, sir."
Chapter 4: Mind Games (Part 1)
"If you use the bathroom right after me tonight, you might find another present waiting for you."
I could not stop thinking about it.
Christian was creeping into my thoughts, and I let him.
I did not fully understand his games, but I was willing to show that I could be a great team player.
I was excited when I heard him walk out of the bathroom.
I had been waiting eagerly (resisting the urge to jack off) for the last twenty minutes.
More importantly, I needed to make sure Grace would not take my spot right after her husband.
I hurried out of my room and into the bathroom, not even considering the obvious bulge in my shorts.
I closed the door behind me, almost panting.
There it was, although this time, it lied right in the middle of the room: another pair of dirty underwear.
Christian was a briefs kind of guy. That night, they were navy blue.
Feeling aroused and somewhat odd about it, I picked them up off the floor.
Christian had given me instructions as to what to do with his gift, and this time, I wanted to honor them.
I brought the underwear to my nose and took a good, deep sniff.
"Hmmm..."
It smelled good--exactly like him, like a shot of Christian's musk in my nostrils.
But it was not just about the scent.
The military officer had done things right. On the front, there were a couple of dried droplets that had left darker stains on the fabric.
Could they be precum?
Used underwear was not really my kink, but the fact that he had thought about this and left his briefs there just for me triggered something in me.
There were more instructions to follow, though.
I vividly remembered him making the jerk-off gesture with his hand and saying something about how I should enjoy the present to the fullest.
It was only fair that I do it justice.
I wrapped the briefs around my cock and started stroking myself in the middle of the bathroom.
The Holmes had money; they had a large bathtub and a shower, but I decided to jerk off right there in front of the sink, checking myself in the mirror.
It turned me on, seeing my reflection doing something so taboo.
The fact that the door did not have a lock and Christian could burst in at any moment made it that much more exciting.
Rest assured, I ran the water so that Grace would hear it and not walk in as I was rubbing my hard dick onto her dear husband's briefs.
I had not completely lost my mind.
Christian was smart about this.
Only a sick mind would think he left the dirty underwear as a present for me. Consequently, if I were to be caught, I would be the only weirdo and pervert in this scenario.
I brushed my nipples with my other hand as I felt the upcoming orgasm building in my balls.
I shut my eyes and thought about the cock I had seen--or almost seen in its entirety--that very morning.
I thought about how Christian had purposely spread his legs to display the goods while flaunting his pecs.
I thought about how he had used every opportunity to flex his biceps or showcase his armpits during dinner.
What a slut he was!
That thought sent me over the edge, and I exploded all over the sink and the underwear I was still holding.
Shit!
I had not thought that part through.
What was I supposed to do with a pair of Christian's underwear, freshly soiled with my jizz?
And damn it, it was not a small ejaculation. My spunk was creamy and plentiful on the fabric. That thing was soaked!
I tried to rub it off, but I just ended up spreading more of my seed everywhere.
I decided to go in with my tongue. I licked and swallowed my own semen, mixed with Christian's scent and probably some of his precum as well.
Mind you, it tasted great.
After that, the briefs looked damp and disgusting but at the very least, they were cum-free (for the most part).
Once they were a little drier and folded in a certain way, nobody would see a thing.
Hopefully, Grace--who was in charge of her husband's laundry--would not notice anything, but even if she did, Christian would most likely be the one in trouble, not me.
I planned to put the dirty briefs in their shared laundry basket after I showered.
That way, she would not stumble on the evidence in the bathroom.
Once again, it was only after I had finally emptied my balls and my horniness had subsided that I realized how freaky, and let's be real, how wrong this was.
As I took a long shower, I felt bad.
It was definitely not cool to do this to Grace; she had been nothing but sweet to me and here I was, playing dirty games with her husband.
But what were we actually doing? Was it really that bad?
It was just a stupid pair of underwear and an even stupider mind game.
I put on my teddy-bear pajamas, hid Christian's briefs in my own pile of dirty clothes, and walked to the laundry room downstairs.
The husband and wife had their own basket, as did I, since I was taking care of my own laundry.
I just had to make sure to put the clothes in the right basket.
"Hey, Harry. Can we talk?"
That made me jump.
I know what you might be thinking, but surprisingly it was Grace who walked up to me this time around, not Christian.
Shit.
I had her husband's soiled briefs in my hand.
I threw them in the basket quickly, hoping she would not notice.
"Grace! Of course, what's up?"
She smiled and walked into the laundry room.
"I just wanted to say that I know how Chris can be. He's gruff, and a little rough around the edges, but that's just the army, you know?"
"Oh, no, I understand. There's no problem with him."
"He's a good, decent man, and he's glad you're here. He doesn't show it, but last night we had a real conversation. I'll be honest, since my marriage is always my priority, I asked him if you staying was a problem for him."
"Of course."
I wondered where this was going.
"Well, Chris actually insisted that we were doing the right thing by continuing my mom's generous act. We're fully aligned on having you stay, so don't doubt that."
"That's very nice."
"And again, I know how much my mom adores you."
She took my hands in hers.
This was a bit weird because we had never been that close. The Holmes were definitely all about intimacy lately!
"I really do appreciate everything your family has done for me. If I get my degree, it will be mostly thanks to you." I told her.
"It will be because of your hard work, Harry. You don't owe us anything."
"Still... I'm grateful."
She let go of my hands and looked at me with a certain tenderness.
"But anyway, I just wanted to make sure you knew my husband is on board with this. I know he doesn't always show how he truly feels and I don't want you to feel unwanted."
She really was a good woman.
Annoyingly religious, yes, but a good woman nonetheless.
That is why it was so wrong when, over the next few days, Christian kept leaving his dirty underwear around for me to find. And I kept playing with them.
We were not discussing it; it was just something that was now happening on the daily.
And clearly, Christian was having a lot of fun with our new habit.
At first, he left them in plain sight. On the third night, I thought he had forgotten about me, but the underwear was actually in the sink.
On the fourth night, he left them in the bathtub.
It was like a mini treasure hunt within the 45 square feet of our shared bathroom. I semi-expected to find them hidden in one of the cabinets next time.
I could not share this part with Javier.
I was somewhat ashamed that I was so turned on by a married man's used underwear that I would literally sniff and lick them.
But because it was driving me so crazy, I did tell Javier that Christian kept toying with me.
I had other examples to give him.
For instance, when Grace was not looking, he would provocatively flex his biceps or pull back his tank top so I could see his abs.
He also started leaving the bathroom door slightly open when he was in there.
One of his signature-moves remained the outrageous legs spreading anytime he was wearing his bathrobe.
The ultimate tease was to show me a glimpse or a part of his cock.
I was even lusting over a damn shadow now.
It was all quite subtle, but there were so many signs that he wanted to be freaky with me--or at least toy with me--that this could not have been solely in my head.
"Be careful, man. This seems a bit unhealthy. You could lose the roof over your head because of this." Javier warned me.
"You're probably right, but to be fair, I'm not doing anything, and it's just little things on his part. It's not like we're fucking or anything."
"But you wish you were."
"Uh... No."
Javier laughed.
"Come on! It's so obvious."
"I wouldn't do it... I mean, I don't think so..."
"Yes, exactly! You wouldn't. You can't think about stuff like that. The dude is married. I bet he's just having fun getting you riled up and there's nothing more to it, but--"
"Then it's fine. It's no big deal."
"Let me finish. But... What if someday he wants to take things further?"
"Then I'll put a stop to it. I won't break up a marriage. I know what I owe Grace and her mom."
He looked at me as if to say that he did not believe me at all.
To be honest, I was not convincing myself either.
I could not resist any little crumb the man gave me. Were he to offer, I could not resist taking the whole loaf of bread for very long..
Especially since that bread seemed so thick and tasty.
In all fairness, I was not that weak; Christian was just that insanely hot.
Four days after he returned, I came home to find him mowing the lawn.
Jesus Christ, he had pulled out the big guns for this one.
He was a vision from heaven.
He was shirtless with bulging muscles all around, his traps, pecs, and biceps looking bigger and more impressive than ever.
He was also greasy with sweat, looking deliciously shiny under the sun.
Maybe I was imagining things, but I would not put it past him to have staged this whole thing just to be in that exact position, in this exact outfit, with the perfect amount of sweat, when I walked back to the house.
If this was planned, it was definitely a success.
It was as if he had stepped out of one of my wet dreams. Speaking of which, I had that exact same dream a couple days prior.
He wiped the sweat off his forehead and stopped the lawnmower to greet me.
"Good day at school?"
I was a student in a prestigious university and he treated me as if I was coming home from middle school.
"It's Friday. I finished early. Always a good day, sir."
Chapter 4: Mind Games (Part 2)
Grace had quickly asked me to call her by her first name, but Christian had never made such a request, so I continued calling him either "sir" or "Mr. Holmes."
"No party tonight?"
"No, I have to study all weekend."
"If you aren't a dork... well, you better pass your exams and make us proud, kiddo."
"I'm trying my best."
"That being said, I suppose it's a good thing you're not letting yourself get distracted by boys."
"Boys? No, I prefer men."
Sometimes, I liked to say a few provocative things. I could be flirty too.
"Hm, I know you do."
There was a silence during which I wondered if he was about to make a move.
Since nothing happened, I simply asked him: "Do you need help with the lawn?"
"I've got it covered, but I'll call you when I think of something to do. Grace isn't home, so you might come in handy."
He only had to say things like that, and I was picturing myself on my knees sucking his fat dick or licking his balls.
"Sure. I'll be here. It's not like I have anything planned for the rest of the day."
He smiled at me and started the lawnmower.
I walked into the house, giddy for no apparent reason.
I think it was the first time I was alone in the house with Christian; this got me flustered.
I was sort of mad at him for staying outside while we could have been having fun. If he wanted to be more daring, this was the perfect opportunity!
I could not even watch him from my room because the window faced the backyard and pool while he was mowing the front lawn.
Damn it!
It was probably better this way, though.
Javier was right; nothing good could come of this.
I would stay put. I would be a good boy!
Right?
Well...
What if he tempted me a little too hard?
About twenty minutes later, I heard someone whistling from downstairs.
Was he really calling me out like a dog? Was I really about to come out of my room upon hearing that?
Yes, he was.
And yes, I was.
Christian was standing by the door, wetter than ever--even his mustache was pearling sweat.
"Hey, would you be kind enough to do something for me?" He asked.
"Sure. I've told you, anything."
"I'm done mowing. I'm going to put the lawnmower in the garage. Would you prepare a hot bath for me? I'll be up in a few minutes; I'd like to dive in and relax in a warm bath."
"Uh, sure, I can run the water and prepare it."
"You're a good boy."
See... I was a good boy. According to Christian.
He closed the door and went back outside.
I reasoned with myself. Preparing a bath was not too difficult, and there was nothing weird about that.
It was just a simple task.
I immediately went to the bathroom, kneeling down next to the bathtub to turn on the water. I made sure the running water was at the ideal temperature. Very warm but not boiling.
I added some soap and wondered if he wanted Epsom salts or essential oils like Grace used.
The mere thought that he would be naked right in there in a few minutes put me in the mood, but no one could blame me for these thoughts.
Besides, unlike my housemates, I was not pretending to be a Christian or to be living by any high moral standard.
I was just a British guy lost in the States, who happened to share a roof with the sexiest man on Earth.
The bath was ready quickly, and I was about to stand up and leave when I realized I was no longer alone in the room.
He was watching me.
I slowly turned my head, and there he was, towering over me in his khaki pants, shirtless and sweaty, looking manly as ever.
Christian licked his lips.
"Thank you, Harry."
He yawned and lifted his arms in the air. After such a physical labor, his armpits were a hairy wet bush I was dying to dive into.
"You're... You're very welcome." I muttered.
"It's normally not so hot this close to November... The Dems might be onto something with this global warming after all."
He lifted his left leg to remove his dirty gray sock.
He threw it on the floor, right next to me.
I could have died; he was so hot.
"I... I should leave you to it."
He was blocking the door with his broad shoulders.
I was trapped.
At least, I like to tell myself that I was trapped, which is why I did not leave as he continued his striptease.
He removed his right sock, then started unbuckling his belt.
I held my breath.
I was still on my knees. I could have stood up, but I was mesmerized by the motions of his hands and unable to move.
It was like a slow-motion reveal.
Part of it was my hyperactive mind making the situation more intense than it was, but part of it was also that Christian was purposely taking his sweet time undressing.
Once he finished with his belt, he threw it in my direction, almost hitting me with it. He wiped the sweat sliding between his meaty pecs.
Good Lord, you have to love a man who works outside and who is not afraid to get dirty!
"You should turn off the water. It's about to spill." He casually noticed.
"Oh, shit! Sorry!"
I quickly turned off the tap and returned my attention to the muscle-god taking off his clothes in front of me.
He unbuttoned his khaki pants and slid down the zipper, revealing another pair of tighty-whities underneath.
I swallowed hard.
I had never been this close to the beast, and thankfully Grace was not home. Everything felt possible.
Ever so slowly and sensually, he pulled down his pants. The bulge in his underwear poked out and bounced.
I wished I could have photographed it; this was definitely high art I was witnessing.
I felt privileged to be front row for this exclusive strip show.
"Help?" he said, his pants halfway off and stuck at his knees.
"Sure."
He extended his right leg so I could pull off his pants.
Then we did the same with his left leg.
I was undressing him. Getting him so close to being entirely naked.
It was so damn hot in this bathroom.
"Thanks."
"You... You need anything else?"
I thought, Please, let me take off your underwear, too.
I wish he would let me take a sniff while he was still wearing the briefs, and even more so, at the bare cock underneath! After all, he had been teasing me with his soiled undies for days.
"No. You've done enough, Harry."
Shoot.
He turned me down.
There were only crumbs; I would not get anything more. Probably ever.
Still, he was here, right in front of me, barely dressed, and he did not ask me to leave. Not just yet.
He let me stare at his bulge for a while, and then he put his fingers in the waistband of his tighty-whities.
My heart skipped a bit.
I must have been drooling on the floor tiles.
By this point, Christian was barely looking at me, acting as if I were not even in the room.
And then, the miracle happened.
Praise Jesus and praise the Lord!
In one swift, decisive move, he slid down his underwear, and his flaccid but heavy cock sprang free.
Uncut, veiny, long... and so beautifully girthy!
Like a pendulum, it swung in front of me.
It was the definition of the perfect dick, complete with a bush of dark pubic hair on top and massive, low-hanging balls beneath it.
"Ah." I gasped in a high-pitched voice.
It was as if Christian had suddenly remembered I was there.
He let the underwear slide through his gigantic feet, throwing the fabric right up my face this time.
I felt blessed to be hit with his glory.
"At least you won't have to look for your present today, eh, you little freak?"
"Thank you." I mumbled, holding the pair of dirty briefs close to my nose.
It was all I could say.
"You should put these with the rest of my dirty clothes in the laundry basket. That chore should be right up your alley. Right?"
"Right."
"Then, what are you waiting for?"
I stood up, literally shaking.
I did not want to go. His dangling cock was waiting for me.
"I'll do it right now."
"Yes, chop-chop. You're not going to stare at my big, fat cock all day, are you?"
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Grace had quickly asked me to call her by her first name, but Christian had never made such a request, so I continued calling him either "sir" or "Mr. Holmes."
"No party tonight?"
"No, I have to study all weekend."
"If you aren't a dork... well, you better pass your exams and make us proud, kiddo."
"I'm trying my best."
"That being said, I suppose it's a good thing you're not letting yourself get distracted by boys."
"Boys? No, I prefer men."
Sometimes, I liked to say a few provocative things. I could be flirty too.
"Hm, I know you do."
There was a silence during which I wondered if he was about to make a move.
Since nothing happened, I simply asked him: "Do you need help with the lawn?"
"I've got it covered, but I'll call you when I think of something to do. Grace isn't home, so you might come in handy."
He only had to say things like that, and I was picturing myself on my knees sucking his fat dick or licking his balls.
"Sure. I'll be here. It's not like I have anything planned for the rest of the day."
He smiled at me and started the lawnmower.
I walked into the house, giddy for no apparent reason.
I think it was the first time I was alone in the house with Christian; this got me flustered.
I was sort of mad at him for staying outside while we could have been having fun. If he wanted to be more daring, this was the perfect opportunity!
I could not even watch him from my room because the window faced the backyard and pool while he was mowing the front lawn.
Damn it!
It was probably better this way, though.
Javier was right; nothing good could come of this.
I would stay put. I would be a good boy!
Right?
Well...
What if he tempted me a little too hard?
About twenty minutes later, I heard someone whistling from downstairs.
Was he really calling me out like a dog? Was I really about to come out of my room upon hearing that?
Yes, he was.
And yes, I was.
Christian was standing by the door, wetter than ever--even his mustache was pearling sweat.
"Hey, would you be kind enough to do something for me?" He asked.
"Sure. I've told you, anything."
"I'm done mowing. I'm going to put the lawnmower in the garage. Would you prepare a hot bath for me? I'll be up in a few minutes; I'd like to dive in and relax in a warm bath."
"Uh, sure, I can run the water and prepare it."
"You're a good boy."
See... I was a good boy. According to Christian.
He closed the door and went back outside.
I reasoned with myself. Preparing a bath was not too difficult, and there was nothing weird about that.
It was just a simple task.
I immediately went to the bathroom, kneeling down next to the bathtub to turn on the water. I made sure the running water was at the ideal temperature. Very warm but not boiling.
I added some soap and wondered if he wanted Epsom salts or essential oils like Grace used.
The mere thought that he would be naked right in there in a few minutes put me in the mood, but no one could blame me for these thoughts.
Besides, unlike my housemates, I was not pretending to be a Christian or to be living by any high moral standard.
I was just a British guy lost in the States, who happened to share a roof with the sexiest man on Earth.
The bath was ready quickly, and I was about to stand up and leave when I realized I was no longer alone in the room.
He was watching me.
I slowly turned my head, and there he was, towering over me in his khaki pants, shirtless and sweaty, looking manly as ever.
Christian licked his lips.
"Thank you, Harry."
He yawned and lifted his arms in the air. After such a physical labor, his armpits were a hairy wet bush I was dying to dive into.
"You're... You're very welcome." I muttered.
"It's normally not so hot this close to November... The Dems might be onto something with this global warming after all."
He lifted his left leg to remove his dirty gray sock.
He threw it on the floor, right next to me.
I could have died; he was so hot.
"I... I should leave you to it."
He was blocking the door with his broad shoulders.
I was trapped.
At least, I like to tell myself that I was trapped, which is why I did not leave as he continued his striptease.
He removed his right sock, then started unbuckling his belt.
I held my breath.
I was still on my knees. I could have stood up, but I was mesmerized by the motions of his hands and unable to move.
It was like a slow-motion reveal.
Part of it was my hyperactive mind making the situation more intense than it was, but part of it was also that Christian was purposely taking his sweet time undressing.
Once he finished with his belt, he threw it in my direction, almost hitting me with it. He wiped the sweat sliding between his meaty pecs.
Good Lord, you have to love a man who works outside and who is not afraid to get dirty!
"You should turn off the water. It's about to spill." He casually noticed.
"Oh, shit! Sorry!"
I quickly turned off the tap and returned my attention to the muscle-god taking off his clothes in front of me.
He unbuttoned his khaki pants and slid down the zipper, revealing another pair of tighty-whities underneath.
I swallowed hard.
I had never been this close to the beast, and thankfully Grace was not home. Everything felt possible.
Ever so slowly and sensually, he pulled down his pants. The bulge in his underwear poked out and bounced.
I wished I could have photographed it; this was definitely high art I was witnessing.
I felt privileged to be front row for this exclusive strip show.
"Help?" he said, his pants halfway off and stuck at his knees.
"Sure."
He extended his right leg so I could pull off his pants.
Then we did the same with his left leg.
I was undressing him. Getting him so close to being entirely naked.
It was so damn hot in this bathroom.
"Thanks."
"You... You need anything else?"
I thought, Please, let me take off your underwear, too.
I wish he would let me take a sniff while he was still wearing the briefs, and even more so, at the bare cock underneath! After all, he had been teasing me with his soiled undies for days.
"No. You've done enough, Harry."
Shoot.
He turned me down.
There were only crumbs; I would not get anything more. Probably ever.
Still, he was here, right in front of me, barely dressed, and he did not ask me to leave. Not just yet.
He let me stare at his bulge for a while, and then he put his fingers in the waistband of his tighty-whities.
My heart skipped a bit.
I must have been drooling on the floor tiles.
By this point, Christian was barely looking at me, acting as if I were not even in the room.
And then, the miracle happened.
Praise Jesus and praise the Lord!
In one swift, decisive move, he slid down his underwear, and his flaccid but heavy cock sprang free.
Uncut, veiny, long... and so beautifully girthy!
Like a pendulum, it swung in front of me.
It was the definition of the perfect dick, complete with a bush of dark pubic hair on top and massive, low-hanging balls beneath it.
"Ah." I gasped in a high-pitched voice.
It was as if Christian had suddenly remembered I was there.
He let the underwear slide through his gigantic feet, throwing the fabric right up my face this time.
I felt blessed to be hit with his glory.
"At least you won't have to look for your present today, eh, you little freak?"
"Thank you." I mumbled, holding the pair of dirty briefs close to my nose.
It was all I could say.
"You should put these with the rest of my dirty clothes in the laundry basket. That chore should be right up your alley. Right?"
"Right."
"Then, what are you waiting for?"
I stood up, literally shaking.
I did not want to go. His dangling cock was waiting for me.
"I'll do it right now."
"Yes, chop-chop. You're not going to stare at my big, fat cock all day, are you?"
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yes please continue...
Excellent writing as always--hot and intense. Love a story with a different twist to it..
Takes talent to write this
Takes talent to write this
Chris is throwing off serious red flags. Run, Harry, run! 
