Meeting Jim

So many emotions run through my body just rethinking our first encounter. I'll try to settle myself down and explain what the excitement is about. I was about twenty on the verge of turning twenty-one that year; it was my junior year in college. I had finally convinced my mother, it was time for me to move off campus. The stress of having messy roommates and un wanted parties in my dorm room, while trying to study had become more than any student was prepared to handle again. Even now the smell of my first dorm room apartment common area then sends chills up my spine. 

My studio was everything I could have hoped it to be. My campus was about a ten or fifteen minute drive from my place. The gated community gave my mother the peace of mind she needed. All of my neighbors seemed pretty nice and they kept to themselves. This peace and quiet for the upcoming semester was exactly what I craved and got. Included in my rent was also a gym membership, which I had never planned to use since they had a gigantic gym with an Olympic swimming pool at my schools gym. 

However it came about I really can't remember. I want to say the News came from a random conversation with one of my neighbors, I found out the gym my complex offered had a few indoor racket ball courts.  That was one thing my campus gym was lacking. Without hesitating or having a playing partner, I found myself at the courts with my racket looking for an opponent. My mother always told me if you go looking for something you will find it. Which I did and maybe it was more then I was willing to handle.  

The first court was being used by a middle aged couple. They looked to be in their mid thirties. The man had a shiny bald spot in the middle of his head. It seemed as if his hair couldn't decide weather it wanted to be black or it was going to convert fully white. The back of his grey shirt was doused in sweat. His wife was a few inches shorter then him. She has a full head of blonde hair. I couldn't help but notice how nice and firm her ass was in her shorts. She was wearing a bright yellow tank top that didn't fully cover the sports bra she was wearing underneath. They both seemed to be in pretty good shape for their age. I stopped and watched them for a moment going back and forth with their returns, before I decided to move on to the next court.  

The second court was occupied by two guys who looked to be about my age. From the force of their hits, I could tell they did this often. Each swipe of the racket sent the ball zooming toward the wall. Hitting it with such force it made a booming sound rather than the friendly pop, which was coming from the previous court. The guy in the front was a tall black guy, who looked to be a gym rat. His biceps were bulging and his legs seemed to compliment them. His partner was white and taller then him. His physique was not as sharp though. He huffed and heaved at every lunge he had to make. I instantly assumed he was the smoker of the two.  

The black man in front cried out in pain switching my attention back to him. On his partners return serve the ball hit him square in the back. Which from having it happen to me many times I know the agony. Yet like a true competitor the black guy brushed it off and continued with the game. His serve though sent the white guy right into the wall. They both laughed as the white guy collapsed on the floor and made the time out signal with his hand.  

I continued to the third racket ball court expecting to find it being used as well. When I looked in the glass though, it was just an older white gentleman practicing by himself. He served the ball and began to return the serve. I watched him for a minute admiring his agility. He seemed to be in his early thirties, not as in shape as the black guy from the previous room but not out of shape as his partner was. The echo of the boom from the ball hitting the wall seemed to vibrate the room itself. He had such power behind every setting yet such grace and elegance. I had to admire his form and techniques. The man was never too eager to swing nor was he hesitant it seemed to me, every strike from his racket seemed to be calculated. From my point of view it looked as if he only was going for corners. Deflecting the ball to the complete other side of the court. Running and striking it to the other side with ease. 

There were four courts at this gym so I decided to check the last one out before I interrupted his solo game. Moving too the next court it was empty. Shrugging my shoulders I turned back around and knocked on the door, with the gentleman playing by himself. He turned around and waved me in. I entered and walked over to him.  

"I'm Marcus nice to meet you, mind if I get a game or two with you." I said 

"Sure come on bud, it was getting kind of boring playing with myself." Jim said 

I let him serve and volleyed it back. For such an older gentleman he had some power to his strike. We worked the ball back and forth; Jim had me running all over the court. The sweat poured down my face and dripped into my eyes.  In the slit second I took to wipe it. The ball slammed right into my thigh. I could feel my knees buckle under me a little from the impact.  

"I'm sorry bud. You got to keep your eye on the ball." Jim said rushing over to check on me. 

"I'm fine nothing to worry about" I said crouched over. 

Secretly I was relieved the ball hit me a break so much needed. This old man was wearing me out; he looked as if he was barely even sweating. While my t shirt was drenched with sweat, I huffed and puffed to get some more air in my lungs.  Jim looked as if he didn't break a sweat since we shook hands. As he spoke to me, it seemed as if he was cooler then a stream of water. 

I collected my breath and stood up to serve him the ball. After a couple of returns I began to feel this cramp starting in my leg. I ignored it and tried to push on. As I lunged for the ball and missed, the wood floor cushioned my fall. Trying to get up the Charlie horse really tightened up in my leg. I was frozen where I was grabbing my leg.  

Jim ran over to check on me, I assured him I was fine. Before I knew it he was Kelly Doreen massaging my leg. I'm not homophobic but I've never wanted a man to touch me in such a way.  

"Is this where it hurts?" Jim asked 

"Yes right there!" I exclaimed rolling over on my stomach to give him a better spot.  

In this moment of pain, I couldn't help but feeling so relieved that Jim was here. His hands were so strong yet gentle. Before I knew it I was closing my eyes not in pain anymore but just enjoying the care he was showing me.  I couldn't understand it but inside of me it just felt so right. Realizing my situation I jumped up almost kicking him in the face. The look of shock on his face, have I mixed feelings. 

 I wasn't sure if he was angry about it or seeing the feeling was mutual. The game finished and as ashamed as I am too admit it, I lost to this much older man.  We went and hit the showers inside the gym. I couldn't help but noticed how in shape he was compared to myself. By no means do I consider myself out of shape. Yet looking at his tinned body made me feel all my insecurities. My biceps should be more cut, looking down at my stomach I felt like I had a gut. I never noticed how much my stomach actually budged out. 

The locker room was completely empty seeing as our game went on longer then the others there. Getting into the showers a wave of curiosity surged through my body. I couldn't stop myself from looking at his manhood. It was not erect but I could tell he was a grower and not a shower. I tried to not make it obvious but our eyes met. Then An awkward moment followed with me trying to look away and act like I was not peeking.  

"How's that leg feeling?" Jim asked with a weird smile 

"Fine now, thank you my neck is starting to tighten up though. I might just need to attend under this hour water a little longer." I said focusing on the wall in front of me, Trying to act normal. 

Before I could turn back around Jim was standing behind me and massaging my neck. I was about to ask him what the Hell he was doing, but it felt so good only a small msn came out. 

"Yeah right there!" I exclaimed meekly 

Jim was so close I could feel his manhood rubbing against my right leg. It was almost erect this time and poking the side of my leg. I could feel it gently caressing it side to side as he worked his magic on my neck. The panic inside me that I had earlier in the racket ball court was no longer there. A feeling of comfort with him behind me now resided inside of me. 

I wanted so badly to open my mouth and say back up off me. The only thing that came out though was a small moan. Jim must have noticed because his hands dug deeper into my neck. I felt helpless and vulnerable, yet I knew I could trust him. My guard was already down and he was pushing closer to my ass, almost slightly grinding on me. 

I could not help but relax completely in his arms. I turned to look at him in my peripheral view. Jim had to know what he was doing and how I was feeling. With a smile on his face Jim reached around and began to firmly stroke my dick. It slowly grew erect in his hand. The water became our pseudo lube and my moans became louder. I looked around and let out a sigh of relief to see that no one else around. For a moment I forgot where we were and got lost in the fantasy of this pleasure.  

I was at a loss of words for what was happening. This man old enough to be my father was making feel better than any girl I've been with. Without thinking I pushed him off of me, Took a step back and a deep breath. It was all happening way to fast and my mind was spinning. The look on Jim's face told me he realized my dilemma.  

"Maybe I over stepped my boundaries. I thought you were enjoying it" 

"I was… but I'm not gay. I can't do this I'm sorry" 

I turned off my shower and grabbed my towel before he could muster a rebuttal. By the time he had washed off his soap and stepped out the shower. My clothes were already on and I had my gym bag over my shoulder. In my rush my clothes clung to my still damp body. Jim snickered a little at the sight which made me laugh a bit at myself.  

“I’ll see you same time next week” I said trying to not leave on such an awkward note.

“How about the same time on Wednesday?” Jim asked continuing to dry himself off not paying me any real attention.

“Ugh... Wednesday… yeah sure” I said starting to feel like a school girl talking to her crush. “ok I got to go now”

Upon entering my apartment the gym bag, my shoes and all of the clothes I had on came immediately off. I turned and double checked that I locked my door as if anyone has ever tried to break in. I felt paranoid and dirty, the rush of his touch on my thigh though started to come back to me. my arousal was met with an even amount of violation towards the event. This man just fondled me as if I was his property, or we had known each other on an intimate level for some time. It almost appalled me when the fact of the matter presented itself. I allowed him to do it and I enjoyed it.

My phone rang and almost made me jump out of my body, for A slight moment I feared that maybe it was him. It was irrational since we never exchanged numbers and then I realized The ringtone was my mothers and I calmed down for a second. Then immediately went back to one hundred and I began to panic again.

Do I answer?

What do I say?

Hey mom an old guy molested me in the shower at the gym tonight. Are you almost done eating your dinner for the night?

Out of all the times to call why now?

Where is my phone?

Listening to where the ringtone was coming from I realized it was underneath the mound of clothes u just dropped on the floor. Digging through the pile and tossing clothes around it was in my pants pocket. Answering on about the last ring my greeting was out of breath and seemed forced. Red flag one with mom.

“Honey is everything alright?” my mother said” The phone was ringing forever!”

“Yes everything is fine I was just about to get into the shower. I just left the gym”

“Why didn’t you shower at the gym like you usually do?”

“Ugh… it was a bit dirty I just felt better coming home”

“Well for all the money we pay them a month they could at least keep the bathrooms clean, I’m going to call up there tomorrow and talk to a manager about the cleanliness. “

“No... No. No mom please don’t I really enjoy this gym this is the first time, and like I said it was just a bit I’m sure it was just a Monday issue”

“Well ok ill give them a pass this time but if I hear anything about it then you stay at the campus gym”

“Ok mom... I’m going to go take that shower now I’ll talk to you tomorrow love you”

“I love you too but...

Click

If I had stayed on that phone any longer with her past that but, then my shower would have never came. I love my mother to death but she can be long winded at times. Now back to this business at hand with this shower. A little alone time in my own shower with privacy should clear my head. As the hot water hit my skin I began to feel so much more relaxed. As I washed myself the feeling of his hands washing against my body flashed through my mind. I could not get Jim out of my head no matter how hard I tried, and the more I tried the more aroused I became.

Trapped in a vicious cycle of lust and torment Jim was my new secret my new addiction. I was hooked and over time he continued to just reel me in. first it started with dinner after our matches, then night caps at his house. Before I knew what hit me we no longer met him at the courts to play a friendly game, his house was the new playing field. This world win romance had me turned out and tossed up, the phrase “eat the booty like groceries’” quoted in many songs always seemed perverse and moronic. Yet in actually when Jim got back there and started once he finished I was willing to do anything he wanted.

Orgasms that were felt in the past seemed minute to what Jim made me feel when he touched me. I never imagined my views on taboos could be changed so effortlessly. They inevitably turned to be a delicate treasure sort of like ambrosia from the god’s. My life as I thought it to be was swirling in front of me and I didn’t care, all I wanted to do was just to continue to feel the way. Hoping things would never change seemed naïve but that was where my mind wanted to stay.

I never stayed over at his place and he rarely came to mines. With five bedrooms and three baths including a cellar Jim had more than enough room to accommodate me. then one week he asked me to stay and have breakfast with him. I couldn’t turn him down he was a great cook, and not ever trying his pancakes would be almost sacrilege. Before long though it became our routine but he only asked one thing of me. I could not go into the basement unless he was with me.

Jim was a collector of many valuable artifacts and limited edition fan merch and family heirlooms. In his basement was where he keeps a lot of the valuables and personal storage. Most of his money came from selling the pieces at auctions or corning the market in some merch. He took me down once and showed me everything just out of courtesy.  There were a lot of nice pieces and some contraption that he said was for BDSM. Which we had spoken about early on and he knew I was not into, my pleasure did not come from him tying me up and whipping me for hours. I could only imagine some of the dark things he got into when he was ready.

There were two sides to Jim and I was only partially familiar with the latter. The first was kind and passionate side. He would give you the shirt off his back if you needed it. I loved that man for his kindness and generosity. The other side though was who called “Bad Jim” he was the cold and heartless side that I barely saw. In the back of my mind though I always know he is behind the corner waiting to come out. A few months back he got really caught in the moment and had my sphincter swollen for a week solid. Jim apologized profusely and I knew he was genuine still it never left my brain.

Saturday morning we woke up and Jim made breakfast while I rolled around the bed impatiently waiting the food.  He brought the food up in our usual trays to eat in the bed with a smile. With a kiss for gratitude I began to tear into my food. The cinnamon was perfectly blended into the pancakes as usual and the strawberries he adds were so fresh. Jim’s phone rang and he stepped out the room to answer it, with a look of excitement he came back in the room. He explained that he just got a buyer for one of his antiques and they wanted to buy today.

I’m sure from the look on my face he saw I was not ready to get out of the bed just yet. With a peck on my forehead Jim assured me I did not have to leave, and he would be back in no more than an hour or two.  There was nothing that needed to be done of importance in my life for the weekend, so I was fine with just chilling and waiting on his return. Jim got dressed and ready as I finished my breakfast; he even refilled my coffee cup before he left. With my stomach full I turned over and got comfortable in the bed and before long I was in a deep slumber.

Bang….Bang…Bang…

I jumped up out my sleep and looked around the room as to where that banging was coming from. The house was silent for a moment; I called out Jim’s name and got no response. An eerie feeling began to creep up into my already full gut; I slowly slid out the bed and tightened my robe. With a quick scan of the room there was a bag of golf clubs against his closet wall. With a hop the golf club from across the room was instantly within my grasp.

“Hello... Whoever is here I am armed….. Show yourself!” I said becoming bolder by every word.

Bang….Bang…Bang…

The sound almost made me shit myself in shock. It felt as if the house was echoing it off the walls. I yelled for Jim to stop if this was one of his pranks. With no response again the golf club in my hand got a lot closer. Whoever was messing around was going to get its head knocked off if they were trying to rob the place.

Bang…Bang….Bang

The sound was coming from the basement I finally realized. Creeping ever so slowly towards the cellar door, it felt as if the longest breath of my life was taken before my hands could turn the knob. My mind was racing as to what or who could be in the basement. The timing with Jim leaving was to perfect and I did not believe in coincidences. Whatever was going on I was going to get to the bottom of it or with this golf club in this case the top.

I pulled open the basement door as if the handle was hot slamming it into the wall and flicked on the basement light. My heart was racing as I was expecting something to just jump out from behind the door. The basement looked empty though, no thugs stood at the bottom looking up at me, no deadly monster or wild animal ready to attack. The house was back to its normal quiet and tranquil state which now made me feel so uneasy.

Bang…Bang….Bang

That sound shook the basement walls and then I knew for sure it was something banging on metal. Step by step I carefully walked down to the basement and looked around. Everything looked in order there was nothing down here. It was possible that the sound was not coming from inside the house at all; I dropped the golf club to my side and began to walk upstairs.

Bang…Bang….Bang

I turned around and faced the wall behind me and put that golf club right back to my head so fast it almost knocked me out. The sound definitely was coming from behind the wall but there was nothing there but a few boxes. I used the golf club to part the boxes a bit just to check for a wild critter. Then I just started parting them and it revealed a rectangular shaped cut into the wall. It felt as if all the air in my lungs had left my body for a moment. My head started to hurt and not just from the golf club hitting it. This just did not make sense and I almost wanted to just put the boxes back in the places and go back up stairs. I wasn’t even supposed to be in the basement.

That’s when my pride and curiosity got the best of me. I was not some kid and Jim mist be hiding something. We’ve been together for months I deserve to know if I’m almost going to be living with him. Taking a step closer to the wall there was a chrome handle in the middle of the box shape. Grabbing it and pulling on it, the draw slid out and gimp dressed in a latex suit with a deprivation mask jumped up out the box.

Naturally I freaked out and tried to swing the golf club at it and missed due to tripping over one of the boxes behind me. As I scampered to my feet and got up gripping the club to going for another swing was all that was on my mind. Jim’s voice stopped me dead in my tracks.

“What is going on down here” Jim said standing at the top of the steps in his normal commanding manner. He took of his glasses and breathed on them before wiping them on his shirt.

The Gimp immediately upon hearing his voice got on his knees and bowed his head. I was at a loss of words for the moment, it took me a moment to regain my composure and put all the pieces together.

“What the fuck is going on here?” I yelled pointing the golf club at the gimp

“I told you not to go into the basement. It’s a shame I really liked you and enjoyed your company… what a waste of my time” Jim said walking back up and closing the door.

“Fuck you mean it’s a shame... Jim ill knock you’re fucking head off your shoulders if you come any closer… Now open that door up this isn’t funny anymore” I yelled again feeling not as brave as when I thought it was burglars’.

The way Jim was moving I knew he was no longer the man I had fallen for his mannerism had completely changed. Bad Jim was here now and I was about to feel his wrath but I was ready for him. In the corner of my eye the gimp jumped up and right hooked me. He knocked the golf club right out of my hand. It felt as if a train hit me, the left he delivered next knocked the wind out of me and my feet from under me. I tried to get back up but the blows just rained down on me. The last thing before I blacked out that I saw was Jim walking over to me. With that disappointed grimace he wore oh too often.