Strange Boys part 7
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roxyPart Six is here.
Brrr! It's a little cold today, beloved ones. Hand Yer Mother that big fluffy blanket why don't you. And of course you can join me under it. Shall we check and see what the clever lads are up to now?
Strange Boys or How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Love The Game.
Bruce let himself in his room and checked the windowsill, his bed, his closet and the floor in front of his desk for powder or thread like he did every evening. This evening he found the piece of nylon thread on the floor but no powder, no scratches on the finish of the desk or on the brass of the lock. Lex was good. His brief flash of admiration melted away—he’d been violated. His personal space, his personal thoughts were opened for someone else’s amusement.
He’d have to get revenge. This act couldn’t go unpunished.
He bet Lex was just as hard right now as he was….
******
Lex lay in bed and winced. He’d been so unnerved by his discovery that he’d forgotten his undershirt. Bruce was such a giant freak he probably jerked off on it anyway…instead of repulsing him the thought made his dick surge up to his belly. He groaned breathily—quietly. He curved a slim hand over his dick, and pushed into the loose hold of his fingers, the calluses on his hand adding a sweet roughness that made his pulse speed up and his dick weep—Bruce holding the shirt to his face, big hand moving over his big dick hard…rough…fast....
Lex tried to match the way he imagined Bruce did it. He bet he blushed deep red when he did it –God, he loved that blush, he wanted to feel the heat of it, watch him flush from neck to nipples when he pushed his dick into Bruce’s quivering hole—fuck! He groaned, screw his roommate-- the image was too hot and he couldn’t keep quiet, he jerked and splashed his belly and legs and shook his whole bed as he came. It was pretty darn satisfying—and he hoped his roommate enjoyed the performance.
“You’re disgusting” he heard hissed from across the room.
"You listened," he shrugged and rolled over, grinning as he fell into a deep relaxed sleep.
******
Lex hummed as he unlocked the door to the lab, looking forward to enjoying time alone there. The instructor was really a nice guy to let him do this, he didn’t even have to twist him up—he was just a genuinely nice guy, thrilled one of his young charges was interested enough to do some after class work.
He bustled around, cleaning off a table and looking for his notes. He was pretty certain that he’d left them under the table…he was annoyed. Some body was playing a trick on him. Not Bruce, he’d never do anything so pointless.At any rate, without his notes there was no point staying. He turned off the lights and locked up.
On the way back from the lab he stopped at the gym, looked through the glass door and saw Bruce working out on the bag again. He stepped silently inside the door, and settled back. He watched for a while,watched the play of heavy muscle over Bruce’s shoulders, his back, he was captivated by his arms, bunching and smoothing—every time he hit the bag he grunted, hard and deep, thrust –grunt—thrust—
Sweat flew from his hair and ran down his back and every time leather slapped leather Lex leaned forward, and his stomach tightened and *grunt* …that sound…fuck….
Lex backed out of the room, his breath caught in his throat. Swore he’d make Bruce grunt like that for him….
******
The doors swung quietly shut and Bruce leaned against the bag. His dick pulsed in his shorts. He’d known, of course, that Lex was watching him…. He couldn’t *not* know. It was like they had some kind of psychic connection or something.
Bastard.
It scared him a little, how much he needed,wanted him....
TBC! Yes!
Brrr! It's a little cold today, beloved ones. Hand Yer Mother that big fluffy blanket why don't you. And of course you can join me under it. Shall we check and see what the clever lads are up to now?
Strange Boys or How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Love The Game.
Bruce let himself in his room and checked the windowsill, his bed, his closet and the floor in front of his desk for powder or thread like he did every evening. This evening he found the piece of nylon thread on the floor but no powder, no scratches on the finish of the desk or on the brass of the lock. Lex was good. His brief flash of admiration melted away—he’d been violated. His personal space, his personal thoughts were opened for someone else’s amusement.
He’d have to get revenge. This act couldn’t go unpunished.
He bet Lex was just as hard right now as he was….
******
Lex lay in bed and winced. He’d been so unnerved by his discovery that he’d forgotten his undershirt. Bruce was such a giant freak he probably jerked off on it anyway…instead of repulsing him the thought made his dick surge up to his belly. He groaned breathily—quietly. He curved a slim hand over his dick, and pushed into the loose hold of his fingers, the calluses on his hand adding a sweet roughness that made his pulse speed up and his dick weep—Bruce holding the shirt to his face, big hand moving over his big dick hard…rough…fast....
Lex tried to match the way he imagined Bruce did it. He bet he blushed deep red when he did it –God, he loved that blush, he wanted to feel the heat of it, watch him flush from neck to nipples when he pushed his dick into Bruce’s quivering hole—fuck! He groaned, screw his roommate-- the image was too hot and he couldn’t keep quiet, he jerked and splashed his belly and legs and shook his whole bed as he came. It was pretty darn satisfying—and he hoped his roommate enjoyed the performance.
“You’re disgusting” he heard hissed from across the room.
"You listened," he shrugged and rolled over, grinning as he fell into a deep relaxed sleep.
******
Lex hummed as he unlocked the door to the lab, looking forward to enjoying time alone there. The instructor was really a nice guy to let him do this, he didn’t even have to twist him up—he was just a genuinely nice guy, thrilled one of his young charges was interested enough to do some after class work.
He bustled around, cleaning off a table and looking for his notes. He was pretty certain that he’d left them under the table…he was annoyed. Some body was playing a trick on him. Not Bruce, he’d never do anything so pointless.At any rate, without his notes there was no point staying. He turned off the lights and locked up.
On the way back from the lab he stopped at the gym, looked through the glass door and saw Bruce working out on the bag again. He stepped silently inside the door, and settled back. He watched for a while,watched the play of heavy muscle over Bruce’s shoulders, his back, he was captivated by his arms, bunching and smoothing—every time he hit the bag he grunted, hard and deep, thrust –grunt—thrust—
Sweat flew from his hair and ran down his back and every time leather slapped leather Lex leaned forward, and his stomach tightened and *grunt* …that sound…fuck….
Lex backed out of the room, his breath caught in his throat. Swore he’d make Bruce grunt like that for him….
******
The doors swung quietly shut and Bruce leaned against the bag. His dick pulsed in his shorts. He’d known, of course, that Lex was watching him…. He couldn’t *not* know. It was like they had some kind of psychic connection or something.
Bastard.
It scared him a little, how much he needed,wanted him....
TBC! Yes!
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