Tuesday, May 15, 2012

Chapter 4 is up!

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Chapter 4

Of course it snowed that night. I was going to spend the night with Tork and it fucking snowed! The drive was nerve-rackingly treacherous, so I was relieved when I made it to my destination in one piece. I made a mental note to have better tires put on the car as soon as I could.
Tork's home was nothing like I'd imagined. It was the opposite of his small, sparsely furnished on-campus house. This was a large, antique colonial with weathered gray shingles and a long white porch. Snow was piled high, so I couldn't see if it was close to the ocean, but I could imagine how beautiful it would be in the summer. I closed my eyes and pictured the two of us making love all through the long, warm nights after a day at the beach.
"For crying out loud," I said to myself. "Don't get ahead of yourself. Just get inside." I grabbed my bag and trekked through the snow to the porch. My jeans were soaked by the time I made it up the steps. As soon as I bent down to brush them off, the door opened. I straightened quickly to see Tork's wide eyes come back into focus.
"Hi," he said, holding the door open. I knocked my boots against the door jamb to get more snow off, but he said, "Don't worry about it. These floors are impervious."
"Okay, then." The door led into a large kitchen, and I set my bag down on a chair next to me. Tork looked at it and raised an eyebrow. I panicked. He hadn't expected me to stay. Oh, fucking, God-awful hell. I tried to act calm, but I wanted to bolt.
Finally he asked nervously, "Were you going to stay?"
My blush was impressive. I replied, "Well…I…uh, guess…I wasn't sure. Is it okay?"
Tork's face lit up. "Abe, I'm thrilled! I didn't know if you'd want to, since this was our first…date, so to speak."
Relief cooled my frazzled nerves, and I was able to return the smile. "I'm not sure if I would have made it home tonight anyway. I guess I need better tires. My car isn't the best in snow." I mentally punched myself in the jaw to stop it from opening.
I wasn't the only nervous one, though. Tork's hand shook slightly as he took my coat. "I'm really glad that you're here."
He pulled me in for a gentle kiss, and it would have turned into something more, had I not stepped on his bare foot with my wet boot. I hurried to take them off and the wet fabric of my jeans came into contact with my leg.
"Man, that's cold," I said.
Tork asked, "Did you need to take those off…and change?"
"Yeah. Um…where's the bathroom?" I felt like an idiot asking for privacy from a guy who'd sucked my dick that norming.
He grinned, seeming to read my mind. "Around the corner."
Once I was in the bathroom, I realized my quandary. I hadn't brought another pair of pants with me. All I had were my sweatpants that I was going to wear to bed. Just fucking wonderful. I'd have to wear sweats to dinner. There was nothing else I could do, though, so I slipped them on, changed into a white t-shirt and opened the door. Tork was leaning down into the fridge and stood up when I emerged.
"Hey, Abe, do you want a b—" He cut off with a croak.
I smiled nervously and said, "I didn't have any other jeans. I hope this is okay."
He put an arm around my waist. "Abraham Tenor, you are the sexiest man I have ever seen."
My mouth fell open, and he covered it with his own. His jeans rubbed against my cock and I was instantly as stiff as he was. So ready. I was so ready for this, but the stove timer buzzed and we took a step back from one another. He handed me a beer and turned back a boiling pot. I sat at the counter and asked, "So you can cook, huh?"
"A little. With four siblings, we all had to give mom a hand."
"Four siblings?" I asked incredulously. "I'm an only child."
Keeping his eyes on the food, he asked, "Do you have many cousins?"
"I'm it," I replied. My answer made Tork turn and stare. I shrugged. "My dad's an only child and Violet—my mother—has one brother, but he never had kids. So as far as family goes, it's me and my dad's parents."
"What about your mother and father. Are they still alive?"
"Of course. They don't approve of my lifestyle choice, though, so they pretty much ignore me. Dad occasionally talks to me, but not often. He paid my tuition and bought my car, and if I need something major, he takes care of it, but we've never had a father/son I'm-here-for-you-pal chat before."
"And your mom?"
I scoffed and said, "Violet hasn't said anything to me other than hello or goodbye for…let's see…a year and a half. She told me when I was about thirteen that I ruined her figure and that I wasn't even worth it." Tork's mouth dropped open. Rolling my eyes, I told him, "Nanny said last week that Violet's in Greece right now with her personal trainer. Why dad puts up with it I do not understand."
Tork looked ready to cry. He shook his head slowly and said, "I understand you so much more now."
"What does that mean?" I asked nervously.
He came around the island and put a hand to my cheek. "I understand now why such a beautiful, intelligent man has so little confidence in himself."
I dropped my gaze, not quite sure how I felt about his statement. We slipped into an uneasy silence, and he returned to cooking. The way his muscles moved as he reached for ingredients made my body ache, and I couldn't keep away from him anymore. I walked up behind him and looked over his shoulder.
"It looks good," I said, feeling like a dope with my small talk.
"I hope so," he replied and reached around to pat my ass.
I wrapped my arms around his waist and burrowed my face between his shoulder blades. I inhaled the addictive scene of deodorant and laundry detergent, committing it to memory. His words of compassion and caring echoed in my head, and I knew I was absolutely head over heels for Tork. Before I could stop it, my mouth betrayed me and whispered, "I love you."
He froze and I panicked. Stumbling backwards, I made it to the door and tried to get my boots on. The wet laces were hopelessly knotted. Tears poured down my face. I sobbed, "Stupid, stupid, stupid!"
Tork rubbed a hand over my shoulder. "Abe. Don't go, please."
"I have to."
"No you don't."
My head was swimming with confusion, humiliation and fear, so I lied to him. "I didn't mean that…what I said."
"Yes you did. You do love me." He hauled me up and held me at arm's length. His fingers gripped hard, and I shied away from him. Seeing that I was startled, he let go and his demeanor changed. He wiped my tears away and pleaded with me. "Please, baby. Tell me."
The endearment was sweet and heartfelt. I nodded and said, "I love you, Tork."
"Thank god," he said with a groan, and backed me up against the wall. His knee was wedged between my legs, forcing me to spread them wide. Working his mouth over my throat, he cupped my ass with strong fingers. I reached down and pulled Tork's shirt over his head, and tried not to faint at the sight of such perfectly toned abs. He yanked my t-shirt off as well, and trailed his kisses down onto my chest.
Before he got very far, he sat up looking nervous. I asked, "What's wrong?"
He cleared his throat and said, "This a little embarrassing to ask, but are you a nipple man?"
"Not really," replied unsteadily. I'd tried stimulating myself there once, but it didn't do anything for me. I saw no reason to go into detail. "Are you?"
"Nope. I never have been, so we'll just have to find other places that will get each other going."
I wanted to jump him right there in the puddle of melted snow and mud, but my eyes cut to the food and my stomach rumbled. "We really should eat it," I said. "Quickly."
We were both hungrier than we thought, so we slowed down and enjoyed the steaks and potatoes that Tork made. After dinner, we sat on the rug in front of the fireplace, with our backs up against the couch and talked. We had a lot in common, as far as music, movies and books, but there was one area in which we were polar opposites.
"You didn't play a sport in high school?" he asked.
"Sorry to disappoint you, Mr. Perfect," I teased. "We were all required to play a sport, so I tried out for the baseball team. I made it, and I was pretty good, but it didn't work out."
"Why not?"
I took his hand and touched his fingers to the rough scar on the back of my head. It was about three inches long, running from the back of my head down toward my left ear. Thankfully it was hidden under my thick, brown hair, so no one could see it. Tork rubbed his fingers gently over the bump and asked, "What happened?"
"Three jocks with baseball bats versus my skull," I said. Tork exhaled like an angry bull. I leaned my head against his shoulder and said, "One of them said I looked at him in the shower, so they decided to take the term 'gay-bashing' literally."
"My poor Abe," he said. "I wish I could get my hands on those bastards."
I looked up and smiled. "I appreciate the offer. That's sweet."
From my vantage point, the curve of his jaw was so tempting that I pushed up a little and kissed it. He grinned and let his head fall back onto the couch, giving me better access. Taking a deep breath for bravery, I shifted around and straddled Tork's outstretched legs, with my knees gripping his hips. He raised an eyebrow and pulled my head down for a scorching kiss. I traced a finger down his happy trail. When I got to the waistband, I paused, and he nodded, giving me permission.
It had been seven years since I'd given a blow job to my high school crush. That hadn't been a pleasant experience, not only because I gagged, but because my father caught us. The memory of that tempered my excitement, and I sat back.
Tork rubbed his hands on my thighs and said, "Baby, you don't have to do anything you don't want to do."
"I want to, but I've only done this one other time and I'm nervous."
"Anything you do to me is going to be amazing. All you did this morning was cop a feel through my pants and I shot off like a rocket. Just thinking about you sucking my cock is enough to make me come." The vote of confidence worked wonders. I unbuttoned his pants quickly and he sat up on the couch to push them off.
To finally see Tork's cock after fantasizing about it for so long was a religious experience. He put a hand on my face and whispered, "Touch me."
I rubbed my thumb lightly over the tip of his cock, and felt the bead of moisture slick against my skin. I kissed the inside of his left thigh and dragged my tongue up to his balls. Then I did the same to his other leg. I was surprised at the taste of him and found that I liked it a lot, so I smiled up at him and took the head of his cock between my lips. As nervous as I had been about doing it well, the worry melted away as I sucked more of him into my mouth. Tork hissed and put his hand on the back of my head, and I pushed down onto him until he hit the back of my throat. I gagged a little, so I pulled off and looked up at him sheepishly.
His eyes were closed and his mouth hung open in a pleasured smile. I was doing something right, so I sucked him in once again. Using my hand as well, I kept on working him until his hips began to thrust against my arms. He was going to come and I prepared myself for the taste of Tork's load. I snaked my tongue around the head and gently ran my other hand over his balls.
He suddenly pushed me off, and I fell onto my back on the carpet. Rejection colored my cheeks and I mumbled, "Sorry. I told you I didn't know how—"
"Oh, you know how," he said with a chuckled. He laid his body over mine like a blanket and gave me a hard, quick kiss. "That was fucking incredible, baby, but that's not where I want to be when I come."
Hot lust gripped me, and I crawled out from under him. "Where's your bedroom?" I asked with the most innocent grin I could muster.
"The first one at the top of the—hey!" I took off running, leaving him fumbling to get up and chase me. He caught me by the ankle at the top of the stairs and I fell onto my hands and knees.
"Let go!" I panted, laughing and kicking.
He sighed and said, "That is quite a tempting site. I'll let you go, but stay still."
My cock was throbbing painfully that I would have done anything at that moment to get some relief. He knelt behind me and drew his finger from the top of my spine to the waistband of my sweatpants. Without pausing, he yanked the pants and boxers down around my knees, leaving me exposed and vulnerable.
The only thing that existed at that moment was the feeling of his hand cupping my balls, lifting them and rolling them gently. I moaned and said, "I want you, Tork."
"Come to bed," he said. "I want you to be as comfortable as possible."
The bedroom was dark, except for a small lamp by the bed. I removed my pants and turned around to face him. My cock bounced slightly as I stood there breathing hard with anticipation. Tork crossed the room and drew my hips against his. We grunted and moaned as our mouths came together, teeth pinching lips and saliva dripping between our chins. I'd never known any emotion as powerful.
We clumsily climbed onto the bed, and Tork knelt between my legs. After a gentler kiss, he said, "Lift up your legs."
My limbs moved of their own volition, and I locked my hands behind my knees. There was a bottle of lube on the nightstand next to a square foil packet. Tork saw me glance at them and spoke reassuringly. "I'll stop anytime you want me to, okay?"
There was no possibility of stopping now. "Make love to me, Tork."
He smiled and reached for the lube. It was cold, but the way the smooth liquid felt gliding over my hole made me whimper with pleasure. Warm fingers wrapped around my cock and stroked me while a slick finger gained entrance. I winced at the sting, and he pulled his finger out.
"No," I whimpered. "Don't stop."
"I'm not stopping, baby. I just want to take it nice and slow so it's less painful." His finger circled my sensitive skin again and he pushed into me further. It felt strange, but I knew I wanted more of it. I moved back against his hand and he understood what I was asking for. His finger moved in and out more quickly and he whispered in my ear. "Do you want more?"
"Yes," I sighed. I felt another finger breach my ring and pushed out a little to accommodate it. The stretch was uncomfortable, but the pain morphed into pleasure. A corner of his mouth turned up and he tapped his finger against my prostate. A burst of heat shot through my body and I cried out, "Holy fuck!"
Tork leaned down and nipped at my lower lip. "Roll onto your stomach. It'll be much more comfortable." I did as he said, and shook with anticipation. He pulled me back so my ass was raised. Once again, he stretched me gently. I moaned, not only from the feeling of his fingers in me, but also thinking about the submissive position he had me in. Before I could continue that thought, I felt Tork's hard cock at my ass. He put one hand on my hip and one hand held his cock while he entered me.
I groaned, "Shit that hurts."
Tork stopped moving. "Keep still and your body will relax around me. Just breathe, baby. You tell me when you want to move."
Taking deep breaths did help, and the burn faded away into an odd fullness. I tested the feeling by sliding my hips forward a little, and the incredible sensation of his withdrawal made me gasp. "God, yes," I said breathlessly. "That feels…so good…please."
"I'll go slowly," he said as he pushed in all the way. "Fuck, you feel so good, baby."
He pulled out again, and went in faster, and faster, until his hips were smacking against my ass. The tip of his cock bumped my prostate over and over. I couldn't contain my orgasm any longer. I pumped myself hard and buried my face in a pillow. My cock swelled in my hand and the sweet release of pressure made my eyes water.
My ass muscles clenched and Tork sped up his thrusts, which I didn't think was possible. With a grunt, he thrust hard enough to push me flat onto the bed. His whole body shook and I could faintly feel his pulsing cock emptying into the condom. The thrusts slowed down and he rolled onto his back.
My chest was heaving with the adrenaline rush, but I felt the wet spot under my belly, so I knew I had to get up. I pushed up onto my hands and grimaced. "Ew."
Tork looked at the sheet and snickered. "Impressive."
I smacked his arm and sat on his legs to escape the sticky mess. I felt very sore. "Ooh!" I hissed. "That's a little sore. Ah."
He tried to hide his smile. "Scoot off so I can get up."
When he moved I fell over onto my back, directly onto the wet spot. Tork burst out laughing and I gave him the finger. "Thanks. Really. Thanks for that."
"Aw," he said, bending down to kiss my forehead. I pushed him away. He asked, "Would you like to take a shower while I grab some drinks?"
"You don’t want to shower with me?" I happened that way in all the stories I read, so I figured I'd ask.
Tork shook his head. "I'll give you a few minutes alone. Take your time."
A part of me was disappointed that he didn't want to shower with me, but it was nice to have some privacy to clean those areas which might need a gentle touch. It was also time for me to get my head together. Short bursts of thoughts ran across my dazed brain. I had sex with Tork. I told him that I loved him. He said that was a good thing, but he didn't say that he loved me. What did that mean?
I lost track of time, and must have been in the shower for a while. Tork called, "Abe? You okay?"
"Perfect," I replied, then rolled my eyes at my dumb response. I dried off and wrapped the towel around my waist. When I got back to the bedroom, Tork was changing the sheets. I said, "You didn't have to do that."
"It's not a problem. Here's some water." I took it and realized that he had his boxers and pajama pants on. I must have shown my disappointment, because he looked at me and said, "We should take it easy, Abe. As much as I'd love to sleep naked with you, I know for a fact that I would be on you in two seconds the moment the lights go out." He cupped my cheek in his hand and said, "Let's get some sleep. Then we can play more tomorrow."
"Okay," I replied, blushing.
I got dressed, and lay down beside him. He wrapped his arm around me, spooning me tight. Before I fell asleep, he kissed me on the temple and whispered, "I love you too, baby."
"You do?" I asked, fighting back the tears.
"More than anything."
There was nothing else to say. For the first time, I slept with another person, and I had never been happier in my life.
My cell phone rang very early, and I groaned. But then I realized that I was curled up against Tork and I shook with giggles.
"Stop laughing and answer your damn phone," Tork said through his pillow.
I half-stood, half-fell out of bed and got to my phone on the forth ring. "Hello?" I said groggily.
"Abraham? Are you alright?"
Oh, no. "Hi, Nanny. I'm good. Just tired."
"Are you still coming today?" she asked.
"What's today?"
A harsh sigh came from her. "It's Thanksgiving. Are you sure you're alright? Eliot! I think Abraham is sick, you had better go get him."
"Nanny, everything's fine. I'm just…"
"So help me, Abraham Eliot Tenor, if you don't tell me what's wrong, I'll come down there myself."
Time to fess up. "Well, I'm kind of seeing someone."
A pause before she said, "That's wonderful, darling. Eliot, Abraham has a boyfriend. Isn't that splendid?"
I heard my grandfather chuckling and I blushed. "Nanny, I'm not sure I'll make it to dinner."
"What?" she said. Her loving tone went stone cold. "I don't care if I have to send the National Guard to Brookline to get you. You are coming here today."
"I'm not in Brookline."
She sounded confused. "You stayed at school? Then that's even closer to—"
I decided to rip the Band-Aid off quickly. "I spent the night with my boyfriend. He lives in Sandwich."
Bracing myself for her reaction, I was surprised when she asked, "On the Cape?"
"No, Nanny, the sandwich at the local deli."
"There's no need sass me," she snapped. "However, if you're so close to our house, perhaps you could bring…what's his name?"
"It's Tork Freeman, Nanny, and I'm sure he has other plans, so I—"
"Ask him," she commanded.
I put my hand over the phone and turned to Tork. "Would you like to come over to my grandparents' house for dinner?"
"I'd love to. My mom will be fine with it."
I answered my grandmother. "Sure, he'll come."
"Excellent, sweetie lamb. We're having dinner at four o'clock. See you then. Ta."
What was I setting myself up for?
Even with the slushy roads, the drive to Scituate only took forty-five minutes. As we pulled up to the gates to my grandparent's estate, Tork nervously rubbed his hands on his pants. The man in the gatehouse waved and let us through.
"Holy shit," Tork muttered. "Abe, these people aren't rich. These people are wealthy beyond imagining."'
I snorted. "First of all, these people are my grandparents. Second, they are the least snobby billionaires you'll ever meet."
He blanched. "B-billion…"
"Shit. I shouldn't have said that." I stopped the car and said, "Tork, Nanny and Gramp will love you just as much as I do. You'll see." They were waiting for us at the door, and he blew out a steadying breath. I patted his leg and climbed out.
It was always amusing to see the difference in height between my grandparents. Gramp was six- foot-two, and Nanny was barely five feet tall. Her size belied her strength, however, and her hug made me wince.
"Happy Thanksgiving, darling," she cooed.
Gramp hugged me then, and thrust a hand out to Tork. "Eliot Tenor," he said in his deep rumbling voice.
"Tork Freeman," replied my nervous boyfriend. "It's nice to meet you." I rubbed his shoulder and it seemed to calm him down somewhat. He shook Nanny's hand, too, and she kissed his cheek.
"Gladiola Tenor. But please call me Gladdy. My goodness, Abraham. What a good-looking young man." She made me feel like I was fifteen years old, bringing home a date for the freshmen prom. Gramp rolled his eyes and suggested we go into the house.
Tork gawked at the high ceilings, intricate molding and polished parquet floors. Gramp noticed his uneasy posture and asked, "Are you into football, Tork?"
That got his attention. "Yes sir," he replied with a wide smile.
"Don't bother with the sir," Gramp replied. "Call me Eliot, as long as you're a Pats fan."
"Since I was in the womb," he quipped.
"Excellent! Gladdy, Tork and I will be in the d—"
"You most certainly will not. Dinner is almost ready."
Gramp leaned forward slightly in a challenging stance. "It's almost kick-off."
Nanny wasn't having any of it. "I don't care if they're playing on the front lawn. It is time to eat."
With a scowl, he backed down and stalked into the kitchen. I shook my head. "Nanny, you are, as ever, in complete control. Poor Gramp."
She smiled and said, "If I let him do things his way, this house would revert into a paleolithic cave dwelling."
"I heard that," Gramp called. "Go sit down, Gladdy and give their ears a rest."
We ate our Thanksgiving dinner in my grandparents' enormous dining room. The table could seat twenty-four people, but we all moved up to one end so we could talk. Of course Nanny dominated the conversation, asking about my classes, and Alyssis, and my plans for the summer. Then she turned to Tork and dropped the bomb.
"So, Tork," she began. "Are you also a senior?"
He was caught off-guard and his face reddened with annoyance. Before I could explain, he looked at me. "You didn't tell them?"
"Tell me what?" Nanny asked with an arched eyebrow.
Now or never. I just hoped the knife in her hand wasn't sharp enough to kill. "Tork is actually a member of the faculty."
Very slowly, she put her knife and fork on her plate and turned to me. "Abraham Tenor, what on earth has possessed you?"
Her calm demeanor and even voice didn't fool me. I knew I was about to get a good ass-kicking. I tried to smile as sweetly as I could, but she glared at me. I sank back into my chair and looked at my hands.
Once I had backed down, Nanny went after Tork. "Mr. Freeman," she said with venom. "How dare you use your position as a professor to seduce my grandson? He's just a child."
That broke my silence. "Nanny!" I cried. "Will you stop? I'm not a child. I'm twenty-three years old, so I think that gives me some rights to lead my life the way I want to. As for Tork, he didn't seduce me. This relationship has been building up between us for a long time. And it's not as though he's a pedophile. He's not a full-time tenured professor. He's an instructor hired at the last minute to fill in after the other professor retired. Also take into account that Tork is only twenty-seven years old. That's four years older than me, which—if am not mistaken—is less of a gap in age than you and Gramp. So will you please give me a little credit and let me live my life without treating me like a kid? Jesus Christ!"
When I finished speaking, I looked from Nanny to Tork to Gramp, whose mouth hung upon in shock. I had never gone off on my grandmother that way, and the dire implications of my tirade made me feel sick. Very slowly, my eyes shifted to Nanny. Her jaw was clenched and her fiery green eyes seemed to eat through my retinas.
After a moment, her rigid posture relaxed and she asked, "Have you quite finished?"
"Yes, ma'am," I replied meekly.
She spoke with refined grammar and vocabulary, and Gramp and I knew that she was still very angry. She said, "First of all, if you ever dare to speak to me in such a way again I will thrash the tar out of you. Second, whilst you make a valid argument that Tork is not a member of faculty, he is still under the policies that govern the faculty. Those policies prohibit professors from carrying on relationships with their students. Am I correct, Tork?"
"Yes, ma'am," he said.
"Herein lays our difficulty. If you are discovered, you will most likely lose your position. Are you willing to accept that consequence?"
"Absolutely. I love your grandson, Mrs. Tenor."
She stared back and forth from Tork to me, finally rendered incapable of speech. Gramp smiled at me and asked, "Do you feel the same way?"
"Yes, I do, Gramp."
"Well then, Gladdy," he said sternly. "I think we should let Abe handle this himself. Don't you agree with me?"
Trying to muster up her dampened dignity, she stuttered, "What? Um…yes. I agree. I apologize, Tork, for the unwarranted accusations."
"No need to apologize," he said. "I'm sorry that we didn't let you know sooner."
I slowly exhaled and said a silent prayer of thanks. Nanny picked up her fork and pierced a strawberry. Just as I thought I was in the clear, she asked, "Do you use condoms?"
My soda sprayed out of my mouth as a fine mist, and soaked my plate. I choked on the carbonation that I had inhaled, but still heard my grandfather's raised voice. "Gladdy! What kind of question is that to ask, at the dinner table of all places! You have no right to ask about something so personal. For God's sake, that is enough of your snooping. Do you understand me?"
It wasn't often that Gramp went off on my grandmother, so when he did, she listened. With a sheepish smile, she said, "Yes, Eliot. Boys, I'm very sorry. It's just that I'm very protective of my grandson."
The rest of the night was much more relaxed, although Tork didn't get to watch much of the game. Nanny hauled out her albums and gave him a run-through of my entire life through the lens of a camera. Of course he loved it, and as I watched him bond with the most important woman in my life, I didn't see how things could get any better.
And they didn't get better. In fact, they got much, much worse.

Exposure Time is copyright © 2012 by VampWriter. No reproduction without permission.

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