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.
