Chapter 123 – Ruminations
Sunday, April 23 (10:00 PM)
As soon as I entered the bedroom, I rushed to fish out a clean jockstrap and a pair of shorts, and quickly made my way to the washroom before closing the door behind me. Turning the shower on, I stripped down, threw my worn clothes to the floor, walked up to the sink and grabbed my toothbrush.
Ignoring the handsome young lad in the mirror, I covered my toothbrush with a generous amount of mint-flavoured paste and quickly put it in my mouth before tossing the shower curtain aside and stepping under the water.
Ahhh...the warm water felt so good against my skin.
I wasn't usually in the habit of brushing my teeth in the shower, but I only had a few minutes to get ready for the night and I had to make the most of them. In other words, this was like killing two birds with one stone.
Honestly, I didn't really need a shower and would've been fine the way I was before.
But I really wanted to be clean and presentable for Nick...which was kinda stupid considering he probably wouldn't even
notice how good I smelled or how white my teeth were.
I frantically scrubbed the mint-flavoured toothpaste all over my teeth, while at the same time grabbing the bottle of shampoo and squeezing some of its contents into my wet hair.
With the toothbrush still in my mouth, I quickly used both my hands to rub the gel into my hair, simultaneously allowing the powerful showerhead to rinse the thick foam off my scalp.
I stood there for a few seconds, enjoying the hot streams of water as the scented foam made it's way down my wet body and into the drain.
Removing my toothbrush from my mouth, I took in a bit of water from the showerhead and rinsed my mouth out before spitting the strong, mint-flavoured paste out. I repeated the process a few times until my mouth was clean and carefully placed my toothbrush onto the shampoo rack, where we kept all the soap bottles.
With no time to waste, I grabbed the scented shower gel and quickly started lathering up my whole body with my bare hands. I paid special attention to my face, my crotch and my ass, running my foam-covered fingers all over my body, trying to ignore the raging hard-on that was painfully standing guard at a 45-degree angle.
The hot streams of water constantly hitting my hard shaft did little to discourage my state of arousal.
I allowed the showerhead to rinse my naked body for only a few seconds before turning the water off, grabbing my toothbrush and stepping out onto the soft bath rug.
Reaching out for my towel, I had to smile when I looked at the towel support Nick had installed for me last week.
The matching, modern-looking supports were drilled into the wall, side by side, the only difference being that mine was several inches lower than his.
Grabbing my towel and wrapping it around my slender torso like a cape, I couldn't help but shiver as I scampered over to the sink and allowed my feet to come in contact with the cold, charcoal-coloured ceramic floor.
After putting my toothbrush back on the counter, I quickly started drying myself and rubbed the towel over my short hair.
I put my deodorant on, rubbed a bit of cologne over my neck and cheeks and quickly put a dab of molding clay on my index fingers before fixing my brown hair up.
Satisfied with the way my hair looked, I rinsed the remaining clay off my fingers and stepped back to admire myself for a second.
I wasn't nearly as rugged or as handsome as Nick or Zack, but from the way people looked at me, I knew that a lot of girls and even some guys thought I was cute. After all, I wouldn't be sharing Nick's bed if he didn't find me attractive on some degree. And let's face it, Nick was a stud.
If HE was into me, then I was
definitely doing something right.
Although the blond hunk had never told me this, I knew he found me kind of hot.
During our years of growing up together and hanging out, he'd often joke about turning me into his bitch, even while openly professing to never let a guy touch his manhood.
The thought of having sex with another dude apparently grossed him out, but for some reason I was an exception to that rule.
As far as I knew, Nick had never been with another guy before, and although Zack and Brad were both really hot, Nick had never shown any interest in having "fun" with either of them.
Maybe Nick didn't see me the same way he saw other guys...
He'd been with many girls in the past, but I knew that none of them where as submissive as he'd wanted them to be, which led to break up after break up, with the girls usually leaving because of his overbearing nature. Probably that combined with the stench of his feet...haha!
I on the other hand, had never given Nick any trouble. Well...apart from Friday when I was pissed off at him for flirting around with that chick at the grocery store.
Ever since moving into the same neighborhood and meeting him, I knew he was in charge and I always followed him around and did what he wanted without question. It just seemed natural. It still does.
I also knew he really enjoyed it, having a smaller, younger guy to boss around all the time.
In exchange for my loyalty, he'd protect me, let me hang out with him and his buddies, and watch out for me to make sure I wasn't getting picked on by anyone...anyone other than himself, that is.
The fact that I was younger and a LOT smaller than all his buddies, probably also made me look less masculine in his eyes. Maybe that, combined with the fact that I was so submissive, caused Nick look at me a little differently than he did other guys.
It would explain a great deal of things, such as why he used to slap me on the ass, tell me I was his little bitch and make jokes about making me suck his cock.
Back in high school, I would NEVER have imagined ending up here, living with Nick and actually DOING the things he used to joke about all the time.
My thoughts suddenly drifted back to my junior high school years...back to when I was thirteen and dealing with puberty. I didn't make friends easily and used to eat my lunches in the school gym where Nick and his buddies played basketball from noon to 1PM. I was just starting high school and Nick was already in his final year. But I can still remember how awkward I felt that day when I realised I had a crush on my older friend.
I felt strange and disturbed by the way my body responded, but didn't wanna admit my feelings and simply brushed them aside and blamed my hormones instead. I knew I was attracted to girls as well, but from time to time, a guy caught my eye, and Nick was definitely among them.
Spending so much time with him and having him treat me like a little brother was a blessing, but sometimes felt like a curse.
The jokes about turning me into his personal bitch didn't help in the slightest.
I still remember how weird and tingly I felt sometimes, sitting on the spectator bench and watching him on the basketball court, running around, wearing his red satin shorts and basketball jersey. He looked like a total stud.
Sometimes he'd wear his nylon track pants, but then he'd end up sweating so much he'd just pull his shirt off mid-game and continue playing with only his nylon pants and basketball hightops on I got all tingly whenever that happened. And although I was very careful about not letting anyone see me stare, I always had trouble pulling my eyes off him when he was shirtless.
Ten years ago, he wasn't nearly as buff as he was today, but he was still one of biggest guys in school and was quite a bit heavier and more muscular than most of the other jocks.
In fact, some of his teammates used to make fun of his feet, which were HUGE even at that time. And others would call him "fat ass" 'cause of the size of his butt. Nick really DID have a big butt!
The fact that he was so handsome and so popular with the girls, also made him more attractive in my eyes.
During each game, he'd run to the bench where I was sitting, would chug down half his water bottle and would pat himself dry with his gym towel before putting the sweaty thing over my head and making a fool out of me.
Living with Nick wasn't all moonlight and roses. Sometimes he did piss me off and frustrate me.
But a year ago, if you would've told me I'd be living with him and sharing his bed, I would've laughed in your face and called you delusional.
The sound of pacing outside the washroom quickly reminded that I needed to hurry.
The huge stud I'd spent my teen years fawning over was waiting for me. And if there's one thing I knew Nick didn't enjoy, it was to be kept waiting.
I quickly put my clean jockstrap on, enjoying the way it lifted up my butt, and pulled my red satin shorts on before putting my worn clothes into the hamper and stepping out of the washroom.
The instant I arrived in the bedroom, I was confronted with Nick's hulking, shirtless figure.
"I thought I told you to get ready for bed." he growled, his glare and facial expression betraying a sense of frustration at the fact that I wasn't under the sheets yet.
Damn! He hadn't changed much since high school, I thought to myself.
Aside from the additional weight and muscle mass he'd put on, he was still the same hot stud I'd developed feelings for back in my teen years. Only now, his torso was a lot broader and his arms and legs were a lot thicker.
I quickly cast my eyes downwards, disappointed at the fact that he didn't seem to approve of my initiative to freshen up before bed.
The giant hunk took a step forward. I took a step back.
He took another step forward, but my back was already flat against the bedroom door.
I was trapped.
Nick planted his left hand on the bedroom door, blocking my exit, and then grabbed my throat with his right hand and shoved me hard against the door.
"Nii...huuuukk!" I tried calling out.
The hulking stud's large hand squeezed my throat, causing me to choke and struggle for air.
But before I could cry out and come up with some sort of defence, my muscular, shirtless Alpha closed the distance between us and locked his lips over mine.
I tried fighting him and telling him his grip was too tight, but the blond giant muffled my protests by forcing his tongue inside my mouth and locking his lips even tighter over mine.
Just when I thought I was gonna pass out from lack of air, the beefy stud broke the kiss and relaxed his grip around my throat. A pair of massive arms wrapped themselves around me, and the next thing I know, I'm being lifted up off the ground like some rag doll and forcefully carried towards my dominant muscle-King's huge bed.
Ten years later, and he was finally gonna turn those high school jokes of his into reality.
Who would've known I would actually end up being his bitch after all?