There was an upcoming match with another college, which was Xaviour College, a prestigious one, so our practice was intense. As Xaviour College had won over us for the past two years, we didn't want them to taste another victory. This year, it involved our college pride too, not to forget our coach; it was a 'do or die' situation. Both our colleges would always compete with each other, like in everything. Sports were the biggest one; they have won for the past two years and would do their best to win this year. We didn't want them to taste another victory; already, they were beaming with pride. We definitely don't want to give them the crown of 'unbeatable' or any other shit name.
Our coach took this year's match personally, and the match would be intense and involve lots of audience. No one was going to miss, especially my team, who wanted to rip their egos by winning the match, and Xaviour College wanted to give us another taste of their victory and boost their pride. Whatever the case, we were tortured; winning stress day by day was taking its turn getting more intense, and at the end of the day, I and our teammates were drenched with sweat and exhausted. It was a matter of pride not to forget that the present captain of Xaviour College was the biggest asshole who would always find his way to degrade us and flaunt previous victories whenever he would get a chance.
Whenever our team would face them, we tried to keep everything verbal with no physical action. Both the college students were from prestigious backgrounds, and no one wanted to take any risk; the matter would reach the next level. It was also a sincere request from our coach not to get involved if they tried to provoke us but rather to show them what we were on the field. My team respected the coach and his words so much, in any case, if we were provoked, we threw some words and would escape from that place; if we stayed, it would end in disaster, as there was an upcoming match, and we were not ready to take any risk.
After football practice, I usually skip showering and try to take one after reaching home. If I couldn't bear my sweat, then only I would take one, and today was the same. I was thoroughly drenched and couldn't bear my sweat for one more second. We were done with football practice. The guys wanted to take a rest and ordered food; they were waiting for it. Joshua went to speak with the coach about something, and right now food was the last thing I wanted, as I was sweating like a garbage, and I wanted to rub this off of my body. I made my way towards the changing room, and after collecting things, I was under the shower. Wow, it was heaven; my body was aching, and hot water was perfectly soothing the pain.
By wrapping a towel and I made my way toward the locker when Joshua entered. If it were someone else, I would not give a damn and pass, but it was Joshua, and he was shocked to see me only in a towel.
We were staring at each other; my heart was racing. These days, the situation we were getting pulled into was trying its best to make us suffer and put us in an awkward situation. After a few seconds, Joshua's eyes started roaming everywhere he was gulping down, and lust was forming on his face, which was hinting at me to escape from this place at that second.
At this moment, nothing worked; everything was disconnected. My mind was yelling at me to escape, but my feet were glued to the spot to see what was going to happen. My bloody heart was like in a race with someone; beating sound could be heard in this silence. My eyes were capturing every change that was taking place on Joshua's face, and for the first time, he was not able to open his mouth. To ease the tension by clearing his throat, Joshua spoke, "Gray couldn't expect a better view for the day, and it's damn tempting and inviting." Bastard. "Shut up." With that, I started to walk; I couldn't hold those stares, and I should have guessed it was not that easy. While I was passing, he grasped my wrist, which made me halt my step. His touch was torturous, and in return, it was kicking my heart even more.
Neither of us spoke; he made me face him; his hand left my wrist and started to roam on my bare chest; it was slow; he was studying every inch; his lust was kicking in; and I wanted to stop him from moving further because we can reach a point where we can't hold each other back, so I stopped his hand and said, "Anyone might come; I need to change; I will get going." In return, I was dragged and pressed towards the wall. My hands were locked, from one of his hands, the other one was busy exploring further, which was only making me panic because if the towel mistakenly fell down, I would be exposed completely, from top to bottom.
I couldn't tell him that, but if his hand moved a little further, then he would come to know. What the hell was he thinking of doing? This was not the right time or place for anything, and please trust me, I am not inviting him to carry this somewhere else.
His hand was on my stomach, which was sending me shivers all over my body. His grip on my hands was tighter, not loosening for a bit, which only meant he was not going to give up. His touch was tempting, and on the other side, fear that someone might come was only adding something to my half-aroused situation, and it only started to get out of hand when he started inhaling my scent, starting from my neck. He was inhaling, his lips were brushing, and every action was slow. I was struggling to get my hand out of his grip; he was making it even tighter. This struggle and his actions were making me vulnerable. At that moment, something just hit me. I like to be tortured; I love making myself vulnerable, and this was not the right moment to explore my sexual fantasy. I became more alert when his hand was further moving down, and once again I was in a panic state. "Josh, stop now." Every word and struggle was in vain. When his hand slightly brushed my member, I heard a chuckle, and yes, the reason for my panic was finally exposed.
The next second I got to know it only made him more vulnerable than me. He held my member, which made me gasp. His eyes were on my face. Observing every change. We were hard. I was damn aroused.
We heard footsteps and the sounds of chattering teammates approaching, which only made us come to reality. Joshua had no intention of stopping the things he dragged me to the bathroom; I couldn't help but get angry.
"Why did you drag me? Are you mad?" "Don't talk, idiot. Ssshh." The shower was on. He was studying my face, and his eyes traveled towards my member, and I averted my face. "You are hard," "Thanks to you." "Shall I help with that?" This guy. "Are you mad? Can't you get we are stuck, not to forget our teammates just a few meters away?""Don't worry about them; why do you think too much? Let me help you." "No, hell no."
Any act in front of this guy was always in vain. Despite a lot of struggles, his hand found its way towards my member. He locked my hand once again and started massaging and pressing. Oh God save me; I was trying my best to hold my moan but miserably failing. "Sshhh, don't increase your volume." But I couldn't help it; it got even worse when his hand increased his pace. My moan, which was slow, was turning into a scream by the time he started kissing me. It was my first kiss, and I was not even enjoying or concentrating on whatever. I was not able to reduce my moan. He stopped kissing and closed my mouth by using his hand. I was trying my best not to bite him, like really trying my best. I don't think I was successful; after a few minutes, I reached my climax, and we were both panting on each other.
Finally, the sound of the shower was gone, and there was silence. Joshua checked the area just to confirm, and then we made our way toward the locker.
I was still in a daze. What the hell just happened? Not to forget, it was my first orgasm. I didn't dare look at his side, and then suddenly it hit me—his hand. Did I bite harder? I was not in a state to mind anything after changing. I grabbed Joshua's hand, and indeed, it was bleeding; my tooth mark was strongly visible. Joshua took his hand back and smiled. He told me to ignore it, but he didn't tell me exactly how I was supposed to do that. I dragged him to the medical room. No one was there. I know how to do first aid. Carefully, I took his hand, and after washing it, I covered it with a bandage. I was feeling guilty but couldn't help much more than express in words, "I am sorry." With a smile, he replied, "It's ok; you know, right, you are not responsible for this. I dared something, so please don't blame yourself." "I have bitten too deeply; the mark is quite visible. Trust me, I tried my best not to bite so hard." "Yeah, but it was worth it. As I said, don't blame yourself. From how you were reacting, if I am not wrong, it was your first time, right?"
I gulped down the sense of shame that hopped in, but why should I? It was not a fucking deal if it was my first time, so why the heck was I not able to at least nod my head in response to "Let's change the topic; come on, let's go; I will drop you"? "Hey, I can drive; it's nothing." "No, I am dropping you." "OK, do as you please. Coming back to my question: That was your first time; I am a bloody lucky one, right? You are going to experience everything with me for the first time." I glared at him. "Will you shut up? It's really annoying." Which one? The first time in everything or for experiencing it with me? "Josh, stop it; you know with you, nothing is annoying." "And the latter one, don't be annoyed, but really, thanks for waiting for me while keeping your virginity intact." With that, he burst into laughter, and I groaned loudly.
We were still in my car, and he was smiling. "Stop it, like seriously." "I can't help it, baby, and I am not sorry for you. I am feeling damn lucky, you know, so good that you are not with anyone, or else I would have to do so many things against my will to remove that person from your life. Eventually, I would succeed. You have done a big favor by staying single; trust me, I just want to win your heart, and in time I will make sure you are mine." I couldn't help but chuckle. He could come up with cheesy lines like, "What's with you and your cheesy lines?"
"Hey, I am damn serious about you. If you want a more serious conversation, I have two things to ask: first, do you want to talk about what just happened? I mean, like, you felt that I went overboard and shit, but trust me, I enjoyed every second, so do you want to discuss it? I gave him a glare, which made him shut up at that second. I will take that as 'no.' Thank you so much. I was really not in a sorry mode, and the second one was, Should we go somewhere like only two of us on this weekend?"
This took me by surprise. Still, I tried to concentrate on driving. Was it a date? Whatever, but how the hell was I going to reject him? It was not possible. On the weekend, definitely not. What about coaching classes? Last time I was lucky.
"Gray, think over it. I won't be disappointed if you don't agree, but I want to spend more time with you, alone time, and get to know you more and more. In college, we are always surrounded by our friends, and on weekends you are busy, which I totally understand, but we can find some 'me time,' right?" I felt guilty. "You know, right? I can't skip coaching class." "I know, I won't be disappointed; at least think over it. Just one weekend, Friday night, we will leave from here and be back on Sunday night, I promise. Our family has a beach house; you're going to love it." "No promise, but I will think about it and let you know. "Deal, thank you."
We were in front of his home. Damn, I never thought it would be this beautiful. No, it was exquisite from the outside, and I bet the interior would be awesome. I was so engrossed and brought back to reality by a chuckle. I saw Joshua, who was grinning, asking, "Would you bless this house with your presence?" which made me eyeroll. "Probably next time; it's already late, and I need like at least half a day to explore your house." "Yes, you are right; then you should next time." "Yes, I will."
With that, he was opening the door but stopped, turned, and grabbed me for a kiss—this feeling that I had missed before. Our lips were synching perfectly; we didn't use our tongues, but I could feel his taste. Oh God, I was in love with it. Soon we were panting, and I wanted to do this more and more. "Today you have explored too much, and I love to teach you so much more, but you are getting late, so drive safe and take care." I couldn't help but nod my head, and with that, he exited my car, and I took off.
After entering my home, I saw my dad, who was doing some work. It had been a long time since I saw him; he was a damn busy guy, and again, I don't blame him for not spending time with us. I can understand, "Hey Dad, long time, how are you?" "Yeah, I am sorry." He was so consumed in sorting some files that he didn't take his eyes off the desk; he seemed too busy to "carry on." With that, I was making my way towards my room when he stopped me.
He got up from his desk, walked where I was and took my hand. "What happened to your hand?" He was little terrified for obvious reason. I sighed at that. "It's nothing, Dad." "There is a bandage. How come it's nothing? Tell me what happened." I couldn't help but roll my eyes at his over protectiveness.
"Dad, you know very well this was nothing in front of what I have gone through in the past, so drop it." He was stunned by my outburst. The pain was evident in his eyes. He knew very well what I was talking about. I should have shut my mouth. He averted his face. Why was he doing this to himself? It was not his fault. When was he going to stop this guilt trip? I want to escape from this atmosphere.
"Don't worry, Dad, I am really fine. Please finish your work and take some rest, ok?" He solemnly nodded his head in return. By nodding my head, I made my way toward the room.
I couldn't hold my casual, cool nature after seeing my dad's face. The past series of incidents started hitting my mind back-to-back. I wanted to take my licensed gun and finish everyone. As I was a minor, maybe I would be sentenced for a few years, and my dad, by using his influence, would bail me out sooner. By the time I am out, everything will be finally over. I and my family could be at peace, which we have been carving out for the past 12 years.
Tears were threatening to flow, but I never let them. I don't want to be weak. No matter what, I want to be strong. For my family, what I was going through was nothing in front of my dad's suffering. He had endured so much just for us. I am going to make it fruitful at the right time.