Date: Thu, 10 Jan 2019 17:56:14 +0000 From: J. Forrester Subject: Do As You're Told - Chapter Seventeen Do As You're Told Chapter Seventeen: Starting With the Man In the Mirror If you need permission to read this story (from a master, husband, partner, lodger, boss, next door neighbour, gardener) please obtain it first. This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real people, places and events is unintentional. This story is exclusively for entertainment purposes so please enjoy in safe and legal manner. FRIDAY 11TH JANUARY 2019 "When I looked at you it was like looking into a mirror... I couldn't stand the sight of you..." Adam's message had been full of mighty words, some awful and some beautiful. The mirror comment had stayed with Robin because it was both beautiful and awful and because he understood that mirrors work both ways. Adam saw his own anger and shame reflected, so what did Robin see? What Robin had found most frustrating for the last three weeks was that Adam wouldn't talk to him. Robin continued his performances at The Fourth but Adam hadn't attended any of them; he'd hoped to see Adam in private in the parlour, but Adam had been resolutely absent. Three weeks is not a long time, except that Robin was now aching to resolve things, settle things, figure things out - he couldn't do that without talking to Adam face to face. The Christmas and New Year holidays had lasted a fortnight, which had passed with Adam stubbornly incommunicado. When school had reopened for the prelim exams, Robin had indulged the notion of cornering Adam and forcing him to talk. That had not happened - Robin had seen Adam, but chickened out when it came to the confrontation part of the plan. Besides, Robin had to focus on the prelims - exams that formed a projection of achievement in the end of year exams in May. Last year Robin's prelims had been so bad he redoubled his efforts and got much better - though far from remarkable - results than he'd expected. It was ok for Cameron, who aced his exams and was on track for the A's he needed to study Medicine - but academically Robin was distinctly average. Cameron's bright future was becoming a cloud for Robin. It made him feel bad to resent his friend - was that the right word? Robin knew that after the exams when - not if - Cameron got into the grades to study to become a doctor, his friend would move on. Cameron had his heart set on Glasgow University and Robin had... a job taking his clothes off and the vague hope of passing with a couple of C's. Robin didn't resent Cameron, but he knew his would miss his friend. Robin didn't want to be alone, trapped at home forever with his bastard dad. Robin rubbed an aching shoulder as he got dressed again after his third performance of the night. "Are you ok?" asked Mr Aziz. Robin turned slowly, neither surprised nor startled by the skinny man's sudden appearance. "I'm fine," Robin replied automatically. "Did you hurt your shoulder?" Mr Aziz asked. Mr Aziz laid a gentle hand on Robin's shoulder, noticing the very faint outline of a bruise that had turned yellow. Robin wore a frown like Pierrot the clown and tried not to think about his dad's drunken fists. "I'm fine," Robin repeated. "Well, let me know when you're ready," Mr Aziz said pleasantly. "Ready for what?" Robin responded. "To tell me what's wrong. To let me help you. I know bruises when I see them," Mr Aziz said softly. Mr Aziz spoke without judgement - he understood how hard it could be to admit bad things were happening or to ask for help. Some people thought remaining imperilled against one's better interests was a choice - Mr Aziz knew it was not that simple. Robin wondered if he could trust this man - he thought he could - but it wasn't just about trust. His dad was an abusive, drunken, drug addled old bastard but... he was still dad. It was a confusing paradigm. Robin felt stupid for not asking for help, for not telling, for not doing something. But then, people always think it's so easy to do what's right or to do what needs to be done. It's not. That's how abusers or wife-beaters or child molesters or rapists survive so long. They survive not by acting in silence, but by endearing silence in their victims. That's why Robin went home on New Year's Day to a dad who hammered his shoulder with an empty beer bottle. "Do you want me to go on stage again?" Robin asked. His heart wasn't in it yet his time on stage was when Robin felt most free - the adoration and lust of others gave Robin a sense of purpose and satisfaction. "You haven't spoken to Adam for weeks, yes?" Mr Aziz asked instead of answering the posed question. It was a question Aziz Mansouri already knew the answer to. It was a question that Robin was surprised had taken Adam's father so long to ask. "Technically, he's not spoken to me," Robin replied. "Semantics," Mr Aziz retorted. "I want to talk to him, not leave him another voicemail," Robin said seriously. "I called him back and he won't talk. I see him around school with his buddies and I can't exactly call him out in front of them... He's been avoiding me." Robin felt miserable. Adam had apologised - he'd found out Robin was Teen Titan and apologised for being a jerk, spilled his guts about why and then... nothing. "I know." "Do you know what he said to me? In his message?" Robin asked. "Broadly speaking," Mr Aziz replied wearily as if he were tired of talking about it; "He needed time to figure things out, Robin." Robin smiled at that - it was a sentiment he was familiar with. "He wants to talk to you now..." Mr Aziz said. Robin didn't move. "Right now, I mean," Mr Aziz added. Robin was in the usual parlour suite when the door opened behind him and Adam entered. In his head, Robin counted up the number of times they had met in this room. How could the relationship between Teen Titan and Adam feel so intimate when their encounters numbered in single digits? Robin turned around to look at Adam but only saw the floor. Slowly he lifted his eyes and saw that Adam too had faced difficulty looking him in the eye. Adam's eyes shifted in their sockets as he scanned Teen Titan's mask and examined the eyes. Now that he looked in the eyes, Adam could see the boy that had once been his friend - a boy who Adam had made an enemy for five long years - it was so obvious now. Teen Titan's outfit consisted of his usual hooded mask, a tight t-shirt that showed off muscular arms and small Lycia shorts that showed off muscular thighs. Adam was dressed in slim-fit black jeans and a white shirt patterned with dots like dominos. Robin and Adam were rather fearful of the domino effect facing them: here and now. "Take it off," Adam said - in the quiet of the room, the three words echoed. There was no ambiguity that Adam was talking about the mask rather than Robin's clothes, despite the lack of specificity. Also, the fact that it was usually Teen Titan's role to give the orders was not lost on either of them. Robin undid the chinstrap and lifted the mask, peeling it back to push it and the hood up and off. It fell carelessly to the floor behind Robin who, at last, had revealed his face. Adam wondered about the feelings he had for Teen Titan and whether they would change with Robin's revelation. Adam stepped forward and kissed Robin's lips. The kiss was tender and warm; wet and slow; melancholy yet sweet. Their lips parted and each was faced with the choice of what to put on their lips: a boy or words. They chose a boy, again embracing and pulling the other close. Robin was surprised that it felt different this time; now that his mask was gone if felt like the real him kissing Adam. Adam too felt the change. When Teen Titan was an unknown person, his attraction had at first been physical and then when they spoke for the first time he discovered a beautiful mind as well. Discovering that that beautiful mind belonged to Robin had been a total mind-fuck. Robin's cock throbbed in his tight shorts and with his groin pressed into Adam's, he felt Adam's dick begin to bulge as well. He hadn't even realised that he had closed them, but Robin's eyes snapped open. "Wait," Robin said breathlessly. Adam didn't want to wait. He reached out and grabbed Robin's crotch. Not grabbed. Touched. Adam awaited objection or for Robin to pull away but he didn't. As Adam continued to stroke the schlong through the tight and stretchy shorts, it pulsed. The thick and veiny organ with its exposed head throbbed under Adam's hand. "I don't think we should..." Robin said cautiously. "Think. Don't think," Adam interrupted. "I don't know how I feel about this anymore," Robin said - almost in a whisper. Adam very nearly said exactly how he felt but he bit his tongue. After all, what seventeen year old says how they feel, what seventeen year old even knows what that feeling is let alone admits it? "I want to be with you tonight," Adam said quietly. "I lied about who I was for months," Robin pointed out. "Please, I've missed you," Adam interrupted; "Right now I want to forget all that crap and just skip to the part where we're together." Robin did not lament the loss of his role as master of the parlour; that had been Teen Titan's role and now it was Adam and Robin for the first time. Robin felt Adam tug at his shorts. He pulled his top up and off, dumping it on the floor; soon, Robin's eight inch cock sprang free and stood like a dagger before Adam. There was no threat from the weapon, it fact it invited Adam like a bell(end). Adam dropped to his knees leaned in, smelling Robin's sweaty groin, and Robin spread his legs as far as the shorts around his ankles would allow. Adam wrapped his lips around Robin's big dick and slowly sucked it. His tongue was slow and deliberate in its ministrations; Adam had given a blow job many times but this was slightly different. He had sucked this very cock before but that was before he knew it belonged to Robin Haldane. Robin Haldane, the boy whom Adam had bullied for more than five years. North of six feet tall, blonde tightly curled hair on his head and equally tightly curled short-hairs above his cock. Adam delighted in the taste of it. He delighted in its length and girth. Adam knew he would never have given the real Robin a chance and that was his folly. Now that he had the opportunity to put right his wrongs, he wasn't sure how. He could do it if all his reparations involved being on his knees but he doubted absolution was ever that easy. "Stop Adam. Please stop." Adam didn't need told twice - stop meant stop and he realised that this moment had always been coming. He had hoped it would be otherwise - that they could both take the time to heal over the Christmas holidays and return and just be together. But Adam was the kind of boy who'd rather get high hopes dashed than have low expectations exceeded. Robin looked embarrassed for himself as he pulled his shorts up to hide his aching and wet erection. Not that his erection was something to be ashamed of but rather because he was showing it off to a classmate and antagonist. Robin pulled on the tight t-shirt again too. When he was Teen Titan he was protected by his anonymity, but now... "I can't just pretend like things haven't changed," Robin said. "I know," Adam agreed. "And I don't just mean me finding out that you like boys or you finding out that I strip for money on Fridays and Saturdays..." Robin added. "I know," Adam repeated, quieter - high hopes crumbling around him. "I also mean that you're still the kid who bullied me for five and a half years," Robin said without venom. With a slight quiver, he added; "Adam... I'm sixteen years old... how am I supposed to deal with all of this?" Robin's seventeen birthday was impending but turning the big one-seven wouldn't change the fact he was a teenager without a clue. He knew that Adam understood the dilemma and the confusion; after all, that's why Adam had avoided him for three weeks. "I don't know. I don't know how to deal with all of this either. I was hoping we could figure it out together," Adam said hopefully. He sounded so young and innocent and lost - in a way it broke Robin's heart to know Adam's feelings for him were as strong as before the mask came off. Conversely, Robin really didn't know how he felt anymore. "In your voicemail you said that looking at me was like looking into a mirror..." Robin said. "But you're a mirror for me as well. There's despair there, like me; shame, like me; and there's a desire to make things right," Robin acknowledged. Adam said nothing. "Ignorance was bliss, you know. When you didn't know I was Teen Titan... I liked who you were around me," Robin said; "But at school, you're a pale reflection - like looking into glass darkly." "I'm trying to be better. I'm trying really really hard," Adam said pleadingly. "I said I'd prove myself to you, remember? That I'd prove you could trust me. I know I have a lot to make up for and I don't expect you to forgive me..." "I do forgive you," Robin said automatically. Adam looked up at Robin, thunderstruck by the ease of his pardon. "Forgiveness doesn't need to be so hard. It shouldn't be made difficult. People are made to fear admitting their mistakes, made to feel like there is no point in saying sorry because they're so unforgivable," Robin expanded. "You hurt me, Adam. We were eleven years old when you threw away our friendship, mocked me, insulted me, teased me and diminished me. You made me feel useless and insignificant and disgusting... And I forgive you." Adam barely moved for a moment but then the pounced and threw his arms around Robin, crushing him with a hug that surprised them both. There was no sexual intimacy in the gesture - though Robin still wasn't quite soft and his skin tight top and shorts made him feel practically naked. Adam took a step back and looked Robin up and down: they were both all-too-aware of the ridiculous costume. The old Adam would have been scathing and brutal with a litany of insults. But it was the true Adam that spoke. "I should have known," Adam said quietly. "Wearing that costume and that mask. Yet you're the same good person with or without it. I guess I should have known..." Adam with sadness and pride. "Known what?" Robin pondered. "You're twice the man I thought you were." Robin smiled at that and Adam basked in the glow of that smile. "Ok, that was a good line," Robin told him. "Yea, I thought so," Adam admitted. They both smiled and laughed but knew also that a spell had been broken. Adam was no longer Robin's bully. But Teen Titan was no longer Adam's lover. They had entered an unknown phase in their relationship and Adam knew that he wanted to explore it further. "Will you go out with me?" Adam asked bravely. "No." "Oh." "I'm sorry," Robin said and he couldn't meet Adam's eyes. "No. I get it. I understand," Adam replied. They had already established that Robin didn't owe Adam anything, that Adam had a long way to go to make up for the years of psychological torment he had spewed like venom. That was something that could - apparently - be forgiven easily but not so easily forgotten. "I'm still trying to figure out... who I am. You know my mum is gone," Robin said as he started a mental list. "Mine too, in a way," Adam interjected. "Yea," Robin nodded sadly. "My dad..." Robin rubbed his bruised arm and Adam noticed but could not find the words to ask more before Robin quickly moved on; "...he's a difficult man to love." This time it was Adam who nodded sadly - he understood and sympathised, not from experience because he knew he was lucky to have a father such as his. "And I'm still not out at school. I'm still not ready for that. I don't want it and I don't... I don't want people to know," Robin finished. Robin had been going to say that he felt like social pressure compelled people to come out as gay or bi or trans or intersex or queer or fucking: quasi- super- para- contra- omi- pro- whatever. Pressure - as if one owed the wider community their participation. Pressure that meant one was made to feel ashamed of remaining closeted because to not come out is to be complicit in a paradigm that seeks to censor non-straight and non-cis identities. Well fuck that! Robin wasn't ready to come out. He didn't want to tell the world and might never want to. He was happy in himself and he wasn't interested in the world's opinion, objection or validation. "And you're not out either," Robin added for Adam's benefit. "No. I'm not ready either," Adam said and he rather thought Robin was being generous to not mention his shopping list of past failures. Robin omitted the fact that Ben - the budding school photographer - had asked him out. They'd been to the movies twice over the Christmas holidays and while not strictly speaking dating, Robin didn't think he was single either. "And you really hurt me... with all the things you've said and done over the years. I forgive you, but it's still there," Robin said reluctantly - he didn't want to hurt Adam's feelings; "I'm sorry I'm not ready to be with you." Robin really was sorry. He was sorry that their sexual relationship was effectively over. He was sorry he was still a virgin - he had fucked but never been fucked. He was sorry the truth hadn't fixed things. "Maybe we could try being friends," Adam suggested. "That sounds like a giant leap for schoolboy kind," Robin observed. Adam grinned. He knew what Robin meant. They had been enemies so long that the school wouldn't know what had happened once Adam started acting like less of a fucking asshole. "Maybe we could try not being enemies," Adam amended. Robin chucked, "That sounds like a plan." Adam was about to leave the room when he stopped and returned to the spot directly in front of Robin. Robin had sat down and he gazed up at the lips he very much wanted to kiss and the eyes he wished he could lose himself in. Adam's placed his hands on either side of Robin's head and he held it still as he affectionately kissed Robin's forehead. "I don't know if you'll believe this or not. It would be easy to think I've got everything I could need or want. My dad, money, friends, good grades," Adam thought out loud. "Aye, alright. Don't rub it in," Robin joked. "My point is: you can have family, friends or acquaintances... or a lover... but still feel all alone. To really connect with someone, even just one person, is to feel like you really belong in the world. I guess, what I'm trying to say is... You're all I have." Robin was struck by those words, moved to speechlessness. "Good night, Robin." Adam had thought about Robin many times since discovering he was Teen Titan and eventually asked his dad about the nom de plume. Aziz explained that Robin - sidekick to Batman - was in a team called Teen Titan's. In light of this reveal, Adam felt the epithet was a little on-the-nose. Adam recalled his original assumption that Teen Titan had been named for the Greek demigods and Robin certainly had the body of a god. Adam dwelled on this revelation for a whole ten seconds before he thought about how much easier life would have been if Robin had just agreed to go out with him. He wished for that very much. Perhaps together they could have found the courage to be who they are without pretence. Not that Adam considered himself "straight acting" per se. He just didn't talk about girls or guys and when he did he was as vague as he could get away with and when he couldn't get away with being vague he outright lied. It helped that girls at the school liked him and that he was a show off who invited adoration. His vanity had been put to the test with Mr Anonymous taking his self-determination away. It was ok to show off when he chose but to be humiliated in those shorts or when Micah made him suck his cock... that was no longer his vanity but an assault against his ego. Why was he even thinking about Micah? Oh yea - the mysterious text message. Anonymous: [I know you don't have an exam on Thursday. Come in anyway.] Adam: [Why?] He shouldn't have bothered asking because he knew the query would be ignored. What he really wondered was why he was being given this information six days ahead of time. The anticipation was going to be nerve-wracking - perhaps that was the whole point. Anonymous: [Do as you're told! You can wear whatever you like.] Sure enough, the bastard didn't even acknowledge his question. Adam pondered over the other statement. It stood out conspicuously. Adam: [What do you mean, wear whatever I like?] Anonymous: [You won't be wearing it for long.] Shit! MEANWHILE Vincent was on his knees like a puppy about to drink from his favourite bowl. Except Vincent wasn't on the floor, he was on his bed and it wasn't water he was slurping either. Vincent's tongue had well lubricated Cameron's ass hole and now the teenager was biting his lip as Vincent's tongue probed deeper into the sensitive sphincter-sealed cavity. "Fucking hell, Mr Wilson," Cameron cried out with pleasure. The boy was on his back and stroking his own cock while Vincent stroked the teenager's long fair skinned thighs. With his legs well parted, Vincent had had easy access to the deepest recesses of Cameron's anus. "Look at me when I cum," Cameron told him. Vincent looked up in time to see the long bodied seventeen year old squeeze and yank his cock to a messy climax. Cum shot into Vincent's face, just below the eye and then on the left side of his nose. It dribbled down his face and touched his lips. "Sir," Cameron said - continuing his penchant for teacherly forms of address when they were sexually engaged - "There's something on your face." Vincent licked what teen spunk he could reach and Vincent grinned. "Leave the rest until you've cleaned my cock," Cameron ordered. Vincent leaned over between the boy's legs and lifted the waning erection up so he could lick it clean. His tongue had cramped from rimming Cameron so his progress was slow, but that was fine with Cameron. Vincent slowly traced the ridge of the teenagers' mushroom head and then lapped up and down the shaft. With that done, Vincent moved on to the teen's abdomen where the messy cock had fallen and pumped its final lazy blobs of spunk. Vincent watched Cameron put his hands behind his head, casually exposing his teen pits, and the returned to the job of kissing and licking cum off of Cameron's abdomen. His smooth skin was a little salty with sweat - and cum - and the bellybutton held a little pool of jizz just waiting to be tasted. Only after the cum was all gone from his body did Cameron sit up to lick his own cum off of Vincent's face. But he did not swallow. Once Vincent's face was clean, their lips met and Cameron transferred his own spunk back into Vincent's mouth for him to gobble down. A contented and breathless Cameron lay back down and stretched out as if just awakening from a slumber. Cameron had long skinny arms and as he stretched to once again expose the concave of his armpits with its sparse flourishes of dark hair. Cameron was not the tallest boy but being so skinny his nearly six foot frame appeared taller. He was like one of those funhouse mirrors that make you look stretched out. "If you want to, you can jerk off while you look at me," Cameron authorised. Vincent felt the same pang of he always felt when the age difference or the student-teacher divide was mentioned. He hadn't fallen for Cameron because he was a boy. Vincent wasn't attracted to boys; just one - just Cameron. Vincent didn't feel the way he felt because Cameron was a teenager and he an adult nor because the boy was his pupil. Vincent had fallen for Cameron firstly because he had been pushed into it. That day in Malcolm's GP surgery four months ago had brought Vincent and Cameron together. Vincent had been single and lonely for a long time and Cameron had developed a commanding and assertive demeanour. Vincent liked to be submissive and Cameron had discovered domination - their relationship was more about those roles than about the age disparity. Vincent liked their respective roles even when it was humiliating. So why was he jerking off while watching a naked teenager? Vincent was polishing the sensitive head of his cock with the palm of his hand. "Come here," Cameron asked. Vincent moved closer. Cameron took Vincent's dick and held it tight, sliding his hand back and forth. Vincent was getting close to orgasm, the joyous moment of release. "Do you want to cum now, Mr Wilson?" Cameron asked softly. "Yes." "Yes, what?" Cameron teased him. "Please Cameron, let me cum," Vincent begged because he knew it's what his lover wanted to hear. "How do you want me to do it, Mr Wilson. My hands? My lips? My bum?" Cameron asked. The last offer was a reminder to them both that Vincent had not yet been inside Cameron. The boy was still a virgin but the offer of taking his cherry was more than he could imagine. "Oh, Cameron, anything. Let me cum," Vincent replied. "Do you want these teenage lips to suck it?" Cameron continued. "Yes." "You can do better than that," Cameron chuckled and mocked endearingly. "Please Cameron, use your boy lips to suck my cock. Use your teenage tongue to eat my cum," Vincent made his appeal. "But I'm young and innocent, sir. I'm not sure how to do that," Cameron said playfully. "It's ok, my boy. Purse your lips and I'll help you," Vincent told him. Cameron played along and soon his lips were spreading to accommodate Vincent's seven inch cock. Cameron's pretence only lasted so long before he started blowing Vincent like a pro. It wasn't long before Vincent felt his orgasm arrive and Cameron's mouth filled with warm and salty seed. Cameron swallowed and wiped his lips with his thumb, which he then dutifully sucked. "That was great," Cameron said once his mouth wasn't so full. "Yes. Thanks," Vincent replied. "Are you going to tuck me in? Read me a bedtime story?" Cameron teased him again. "Sure thing," Vincent agreed. Their naked bodies were hot, even under a thin sheet. Vincent knew that in half an hour they would be shivering from the cold, once the post coital elation had worn off. Sure enough, half an hour later Vincent was cold and Cameron, though asleep, was trembling. Vincent covered Cameron with a duvet and pulled on some comfy loungewear. He padded through to the toilet and cleaned himself up; he'd shower - probably with company - in the morning. Vincent was on his way back to bed but picked up his smart phone along the away. It took Vincent a few minutes to realise there was an email that he'd been waiting for with dread and anticipation. The message was from Charlie - his long lost best friend. They had parted ways in less than amicable circumstances but Vincent had extended an olive branch last month. The reply was short and to the point. Charlie: [Hi Vincent, Surprised to hear from you. It's been a long time. Maybe we should catch up sometime? Charlie P.S. Hope you're ok?] Vincent locked his phone without replying and crept back into his room. He listened to Cameron's gentle snoozing for a minute and then put down his phone and went back to bed. Cameron was briefly disturbed by the cold feet and jagged nipples digging into his back, but warming Vincent up was just the thing Cameron wanted to do. SATURDAY 12TH JANUARY 2019 Adam sat in his car for a few minutes, moving only once he was too cold to sit still any longer. As if it wasn't bad enough that he had been served a mysterious summons to school for Thursday, he also had a shift at Gymno-Mania. Adam had been instructed to enter the gym in a jockstrap but the order did not say anything about what he had to wear on his journey to the gym. Adam sat in his car in a pair of long jogging bottoms and a zipped up hoodie over a tight t-shirt. The skin-hugging t-shirt had kept him warm and the soft cotton of the jogging bottoms against his bare bum was almost arousing. Adam unzipped the top and discarded it on the passenger seat. The t-shirt jointed it a second later. Even sitting topless in his car felt weird; especially in the winter, especially sitting in the dark. The cool air on his skin tightened his nipples and Adam was acutely aware of his increasing exposure. Adam slipped off his trainers before lifting his arse and sliding the jogging bottoms to his ankles, then off. Adam pushed his bare feet back into the trainers and sat clad only in his jockstrap. Exiting the car was thrilling and dreadful in equal measure. The cool breeze on his naked legs felt amazing, the spotlights that illuminated the car park and that now picked out his almost-nudity was less awesome. Adam closed the car door and raced towards the gym, pressing the button for the electronic lock of the car as he ran. Through the front doors and into Gymno-Mania's main reception area, Adam was noticed immediately. Over the weeks since his first attendance at Gymno-Mania, Adam's reputation had grown. Everyone had heard how he jerked off on his interview day and then again in the locker room just before Christmas. Between those two events, every shift he'd had was a benign experience. Then, over the Christmas holidays, Adam had been instructed to work at Gymno-Mania several times and things had deteriorated; Adam had been shirtless or shorts-less and his body had been appreciated to every possible degree. To Adam, this felt like an out of control escalation of Mr Anonymous' control over him. Mr Anonymous - that was the worst part! Micah had barely shown up for his exposures; what was the point when his tormentor didn't even show up to see it? Adam wondered if Micah would be there tonight and wasn't sure if the familiar face would be reassuring or a portent of doom. Adam's long bare legs took him to the staff room where he safely stashed his car key. Hamish turned up but had given up providing commentary on his appearance. That's not to say Hamish didn't take a good look at the handsome seventeen year old every time his body was exposed because he most certainly did. Rather, Hamish's lack of commentary made Adam wonder exactly how much the man knew and how complicit he was or did he just go with the flow and take advantage of the inevitable interest generated by an exposed lad as sexy as Adam. "If you wouldn't mind providing room support today, Adam? Get going," Hamish's question was rhetorical and instructive. Room support meant he was assigned to the training rooms - collecting sweaty towels and wiping down machinery and helping out the men using the equipment. Adam padded softly towards the first room and peered in - every rowing machine, bike and treadmill in the room was occupied and Adam could see several items ready to be tidied up. He grabbed a laundry buggy that doubled as a cart containing supplies and entered the room. The men inside were all early twenties to mid-thirties and clearly enjoyed the sight that greeted them. Adam's flawless skin; naked except for what looked like underwear; then he turned around and they realised he had a jockstrap on so they could see his peachy boy globes. Everyone in the room was thinking about what they wanted to put in that ass - fingers, tongues or cocks... or all three. Several of the men indulged fantasies that required them deciding who would go first. They laughed at the lewdness of the debate and one particularly sleazy man declared that he didn't mind going last - once Adam was nice and sloppy. Adam did not respond, he really wasn't part of the discussion, he was the subject of it and it was all just fantasy. Few in the room would really engage in holding down a teenager and taking turns to fuck him... though the fantasy was clearly popular. Adam dumped towels in one side of the cart and wiped down a bench using supplies from the other side of the cart. Having finished the room, Adam left the men to their vulgar chatting. In the next room, which was empty, Adam wiped down all the machines with detergent wipes and grabbed the discarded towels. In the next room, Adam encountered a younger clientele than he had seen in the first. There were only three people - all dressed in shorts and t-shirts - in the room and all looked under twenty. They leered and eyes bulged and two of them had to stop running the treadmill because it was too hard. So to speak. The boy at on the rowing machine spoke first. "Hey, you're the hot-ass who works here, right?" he asked. The boy looked around Adam's age but he certainly didn't recognise him from school - thank god. It was hard to tell exactly how old he was because the boy was Japanese. He had smooth pale brown skin, dark hair, dark eyebrows and brown eyes meant he looked anywhere from sixteen to twenty-one. Also, did he just say "hot-ass"? "I just go by Adam," he replied dryly. The kid laughed, "Right, yea. Sorry about that. That was kinda rude, wasn't it? Are you wearing pants or a jock?" "A jockstrap," Adam replied. "Can you give me a twirl?" the boy asked. Adam was about to object and tell the boy he was working and to sod off, but he was taken in by the sweet brown eyes and the lovely smile. Adam turned around so the boy could see his naked ass. Facing the other way, Adam discovered the other two lads in the room had already been staring at his ass and were trying hard - so to speak - to conceal their erections. When Adam turned back to the Japanese boy, the kid was smiling. "You do have a hot ass!" he pointed out. "Thanks," Adam replied, taking the compliment. "I'm Shiro," he said as he offered a hand. "Adam," he responded. "Well Adam, I was hoping to do some weights. You can spot me, right?" Shiro asked. Adam agreed and a minute later Shiro was on his back with arms ready to lift the barbell. Adam stood at his head, his jock-wrapped cock floating above Shiro's face, and watched as the boy lifted the weights. Adam gave due attention to the weights, as was his job, but he also stole some sneaky glances at Shiro's bulging shorts. The boy made no attempt to hide the fact he was hard at the sight of Adam. Who could blame him? Shiro had a magnificent view of Adam's body. The bulge floated just above his face and the thin yet muscular thighs were lean and strong. Adam's abdomen curved and his bellybutton was good enough to eat out of. Shiro admired Adam's milk chocolate skin and nipples that were brown and still just a little stiff. Between the pert nipples, Adam's chest had just a few black hairs. Adam's shoulders were a smooth and round, the hair under his arms just sneaking out; his arms were like his thighs - tight and muscular, not body-builder-bulging but toned and dense. Adam heard the door open and saw the other two boys depart - Adam knew horney boys well enough to know they were going to jerk off the second they got the privacy to do so. Adam was not going to be afforded such privacy. "You seem familiar, Adam. How old are you?" asked Shiro. "Seventeen." "What School do you go to?" Shiro wondered with excited interest. "Coalwater High," Adam answered after a pause. He considered not answering or lying but what was the point? Besides, his experiences to date had given him a danger radar and he sensed nothing sinister from Shiro. He hoped he wasn't being naive. "Aye, that must be it. I go to North Forth Academy. I think we beat you at football last season," Shiro replied. The schools in the district had all offered teams to participate in a mini league. Coalwater High School had done quite well - partly due to the efforts of Adam and Arthur. And Robin - whom Adam was now willing to credit as an asset. Coalwater High School had lost a game to North Forth Academy though. "Yea but I think we finished four points above you though," Adam answered arrogantly. He couldn't help himself - some things never change. "Yea, I guess... can I see your cock?" Shiro replied. "Oh. I dunno," Adam replied, no unable to make eye contact. "Dude, you work in a gay gym and you're only wearing a jock strap. I can see your hot ass... what did you think was going to happen?" Shiro asked with a chuckle. Shiro had to pause to speak but then lifted the weights again. Adam shrugged, "I'd rather you didn't go back to your school and tell everyone how you saw my ass... or my cock... actually, I'd just rather you didn't mention me at all." "That's cool, Adam. You're not out? I've told my friends but I haven't put 'Shiro is gay' up on the school notice board yet. It's no big deal if you'd rather keep this between us," Shiro replied amiably. "Ok," Adam said; "Do you come on to all the boys you meet?" Shiro redocked the barbell and sat up before swivelling around to dangle his legs over the edge of the bench. "Not all, but most," Shiro said with a grin; "You never know when you'll get lucky." Adam moved from the head of the bench to stand in front of Shiro. "Is getting lucky all you care about?" Adam asked. Shiro tilted his head as he thought about it; "I guess meeting someone special would be nice but I might as well have fun while he gets here." Shiro was wearing a black t-shirt and shorts and his upper body looked like he had spent quite some time on it. Peeking out of his t-shirt sleeve, on his left bicep, was a tattoo that Adam could not make out. A moment later he was too distracted to think about it because Shiro reached out and grabbed his jock, sliding it down to reveal Adam's penis. Shiro made a satisfied little sign, "Nice." Then, without further ado, Shiro leaned down, opened his mouth and accepted the semi-flaccid penis into his mouth. As it engorged, Adam felt the teen's hot mouth work open to allow the organ space to expand. Once he was completely hard, Shiro dropped the cock from his mouth and he raised his eyes to gaze at Adam in all his glory. "I just love ass-play. Do you want to turn around and jerk off while I take a look at that gorgeous bum of yours?" Shiro said with wide-eyed enthusiasm. Adam didn't know Shiro well enough to know if he was serious or taking the piss or trying to make a fool of him - but the boy seemed genuine. After being rejected by Robin yesterday, Adam felt good about being made to feel desirable. His heart might want Robin but his cock was happy with anyone who made it shoot. Adam turned around and immediately felt Shiro's soft hands gripping his buttocks. Shiro squeezed the cheeks and parted them to expose Adam's ass hole, which he gently blew on just to see how Adam reacted. Adam liked it. Facing away from Shiro, Adam was faced with his own reflection in the mirror - he wasn't sure how he felt about himself anymore. What Adam did know was that he could no longer be the vile homophobic, spiteful boy that he'd been for more than five years. The question was: who was he underneath all of that? Shiro pressed a fingertip against Adam's sphincter and slowly circled it, gently getting closer to pressing the tip of his finger into the hole itself. Adam moaned instinctively. As Adam's anus eased open, Shiro's finger retreated and resumed its little circles. Adam had gripped his dick and began to carefully masturbate: in front of him was his own reflection - a hot specimen of a man with a crumpled jock just above his knees - and behind him was a beautiful Japanese boy with his fingers doing magical things. When Shiro eventually inserted his finger, he eased it in up to the knuckle and searched for just the right spot. Clearly this was not the first ass that Shiro had fingered because he was too good. Adam nearly made a mess of the floor as Shiro directed his efforts on the prostate. Soon the finger came out and two fingers circled the sphincter, then both of them entered too. Together, they played with the prostate until Adam was nearly weak. He was sweating and Shiro seemed to sense the coming orgasm. Shiro pulled his fingers out and instead put his lips to Adam's behind. The tongue was wet and surprisingly powerful against the supple sphincter; his tongue lapped against the hole and then pressed inside, licking and lips kissing it. Adam could not believe a boy he'd only met half an hour ago was rimming his ass. "Fuck. Fuck," was Adam's only warning. It gave Shiro just enough time to extricate himself and pull Adam's jockstrap back up. Adam had been too busy vainly watching himself in the mirror to stop Shiro manoeuvring his cock back into its pouch, so that when he came the jock strap filled with cum. Spurts of cum shot so powerfully that it spread through the weave of the fabric and left a messy blob of milky white goo. Cum similarly filled the pouch until Adam's cock and balls were covered in it; cum also dribbled out of the pouch and down his thighs. Shiro gently eased Adam around and the boy put his mouth to the pouch to suck at the messy spread - a combination of cum and sweat and anything else Adam had leaked from his cock in the last few hours. Shiro really didn't seem to mind the smorgasbord of flavours. "Do you always cum this much?" Shiro asked. "Not always," Adam replied, looking down at himself. Shiro stood up and told Adam to lie down. Adam took Shiro's place on the weights bench; all thoughts of actually working were long forgotten. Shiro leaned over Adam and kissed his inner thighs, then licked up some of the cum and replaced it with saliva. Adam was a mess of cum and sweat and spit, but the orgasm had been so good! Adam hadn't even realised his eyes were closed but when he opened them he saw a six inch cock above him and Shiro beating it with delight. "It's nice to meet new people, huh?" Shiro said dryly. Adam laughed, "Yea. You never know what you're gonna get." "I'd ask you to suck my cock but I reckon a rim job and masturbation are enough for one instalment, don't you?" Shiro asked rhetorically. "Are you going to cum on me?" Adam asked. "Yea. I like ass play and I like cum shots," Shiro told him. "I like X-Box and Netflix," Adam responded. Shiro laughed and replied; "Well it's nice to have different interests." Shiro aimed his cock at Adam's abdomen and crotch so that his jizz mixed with Adam's. Cum on the inside and outside of the only piece of clothing Adam had to wear and he still had hours left of his shift. A few blobs of spunk congealed his belly button and Shiro cleaned his cock by wiping it across Adam's torso, smearing his mess over one of Adam's nipples in the process. "I'll leave you my number, ok?" Shiro said as he put his cock away; "Maybe we could get to know one another better." "Better than X-Box and cum shots?" Adam asked. "Is that a Netflix Original? I think I might have missed it," Shiro answered. "You're kind of fun to be around," Adam found himself admitting. He only meant to think it but the words were out before he could stop himself. "Are you single, Adam?" Shiro asked seriously. "Yea, I guess," Adam answered slowly. "You guess?" Shiro asked with an arched brow. "Not by choice. I've kinda just... eh... discovered someone... I guess I hoped he would want..." Adam sighted and shook himself; "Yes, I'm single." It didn't matter what Adam had hoped for or wanted from Robin - it hadn't happened and his instant attraction to Shiro wasn't like it had been with Teen Titan but it was still something. "Ok. Call me then," Shiro said. Adam spent the rest of his shift in a manky jockstrap and smelling of sweat and cum but the clientele didn't mind. They rather liked the look and only wished they could add their own. Adam was not sure what the deal was with Gymno-Mania - the members were all full blown homosexuals who wanted to check you out, kiss you, suck you, or fuck you. Or just watch you jerk off. Or just watch you naked or in a cum soaked jock. But none of them pressed the issue. None of them made a nuisance of themselves. No-one here would force themselves on him. Adam wasn't sure what he had expected: an orgy or a dungeon or safe words given out at the front door? They were all just regular guys who worked out together and if something else happened then great and if you didn't want to blow five guys in the locker room, that was ok too. However, Adam had to assume Mr Anonymous had some kind of plan. Micah hadn't shown up again. Adam made it through the rest of his shift without further sexual incident. He got a cheap thrill when he ran out into the car park in just his jockstrap. When he climbed back into his car, he took off his trainers and pulled on a pair of shorts he had brought with him. He put on his t-shirt and hoodie, which he zipped up and then put the heater in the car on full blast. Before pulling out of the car park to drive home, he checked his phone and his heart sank to see an email with him in a jock, flat on his back and Shiro jerking over him. There were more pictures in the album and a message accompanied the images. Anonymous: [Nice to see you making friends.] Adam was relieved that, implicitly, Shiro had not been complicit in this addition to his portfolio of shame. But it was more stuff that could be used against him, to compel him to do things he didn't want to do. Tonight, Adam had almost forgotten that he didn't work at Gymno-Mania of his own free will. Adam was about to shut his phone off when he realised there was also a voicemail from Robin. After listening to the short message, Adam sighed into the night. Robin pushed thoughts of calling Shiro from his mind - Robin was still something special and he still had much to make amends for. Robin's message was sad but reassuring - to know there was one other person like him, who felt like he did, to know he wasn't alone in his loneliness - it was comforting. Adam listened to Robin's voice again before leaving the car park. "I've been thinking about what you said yesterday. 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