The Greatest Force Ch. 02

We didn't speak much on the way to his house since I couldn't think of anything inoffensive or not awkward to say. I assumed he wasn't speaking for obvious reasons – I mean I wouldn't be in such a chatty mood if every day of my life sucked either, so I just went with it. Occasionally I would manage to sneak a look at his defined bone structure on his tired face, or the muscles in his neck that would strain when he adjusted position. His shoes squeaked with water every couple of steps, the only sound to diminish the silence.

Soon I began dwelling on the previous situation and became aware that I was wearing a hoodie and was actually a little too warm for my liking.

"Alec – " I hastily slipped it over my head to nothing but a white shirt underneath and handed it to him. He swallowed hard and took the hoodie, hesitant and slow.

"Why are you being so nice to me? We've never even formally met before. This is the first time I've ever spoken to you. If this is another joke, I'm begging," he closed his eyes for a couple of seconds, "begging, begging you to leave me out of it,"

I didn't know what to say because I knew it was what someone would expect: for me to be scheming constantly and just looking to pick a fight with someone. My strangely kind behavior probably through him off guard and confused him, and I'm not gonna lie, it confused me as well. All I could do was hope he'd trust me. "I just want to make it right."

He furrowed his brow and swallowed again. "Can you hold this?" he handed me my hoodie and tentatively pinched the bottom corners of his shirt and dragged upwards, arching his back from the cold slip of fabric. After peeling off his shirt, he stepped aside to wring it out. I could see his previously built arm muscles contract and expand with every twist of strength. The sound of the water hitting the floor put me in a trance in pair with the sight of his subtly sculpted V line running beside his light abs. His nipples were still hard and round and perky. It took me immense strength to refrain from walking up to him and rubbing them in, brushing my fingers over his soft, supple –

"Jett?" Alec was staring with the shirt handed outwards to me. I shook my head into focus and mumbled "oh", took the wet shirt and watched him slip on my warm offering, letting the hood naturally encircle his head. Alec burrowed his chin into the neck opening once he had it on, and curled his arms to his side once again. Seeing him wear my sweater like that did something to me so swiftly that I had to deliberately look away and try to act normal. I was mesmerized by how every little movement he made was so calm and meaningful and unaware of anyone around him.

The walk was about 5 more minutes after I caught up to Alec, and to my surprise, the size of the house was pretty moderate. I imagined it to be the biggest house on the street considering his parents' careers and spontaneous move to Brazil. But even though it was of normal size, I couldn't think up the idea of Alec living in there all alone. Suddenly it seemed very large and vacant and lonely, and when I walked in, though it was kept neat and tidy, I could tell that I was the first guest he had in a very long time.

His house was colder than the temperature outside, making his exhausted state release a groan of frustration. He set his eyes on the couch and made his way, leaving me wondering where to put the wet shirt or where to sit or what to do or say. He lay there on the couch in his cold, wet jeans and my warm sweater, shivering still and taking shaky breaths.

"You can't do that, man," I started. I set the mushed t-shirt on the coffee table and stood in front of him. "You gotta go put on something warm or – something..." I scratched my head. "Can't you get sick like this? Like if you sit around in cold clothes or something? Isn't that a thing?"

"I don't care," he said plainly, uncomfortably adjusting his lower body. His wet shoes began soaking into the couch and I could tell his jeans were becoming colder every second he lay there. So I took action. I pulled his shoes off and tugged off his spongy socks, revealing pale feet that felt icy on my fingers. Alec did not move a muscle while I did this. Then I noticed a scent that I hadn't noticed before. It was a tangy, acrid smell that wasn't of human urine, but of dog urine. I grabbed him by the underarms and put him on my shoulder, he writhed and fumbled and grabbed the back of my head in panic, balling up fists of my hair.

"What are you doing?!" he asked frantically. I made my way up his stairs, guessing there was a bathroom somewhere on the second floor. I was bigger and stronger than Alec, maybe 30 pounds heavier and most of that in muscle, so his moving around wasn't much of a problem for me and I was able to grab him securely without him being able to escape.

"Parker and his buddies like to add defining touches to their pranks, and unfortunately, they chose to add a generous amount of dog piss to that bucket of ice water you're wearing right now,"

Alec stopped struggling.

"So unless you want to reek of urine and itch at your legs for ages on end, I suggest you clean up," I pushed open the only unadorned door, setting before my eyes the master bathroom blessed with a wide, pearly tub and separate shower. It was airy and open and calming, exactly what Alec needed at the moment. I set him down on his feet and we stared at each other for 5 seconds. He wore that "what exactly do you want me to do?" face.

"Take a bath." I nearly demanded. I couldn't help my aggressive tone; it was a part of me, it was who I was, even if I didn't mean it. Everything came out wrong, but Alec either disregarded the harsh tone I spoke in or didn't hear it at all. He still shivered while standing on the cool, tile floor. He still stared at me, not knowing how to react.

I stepped forward and tapped his hip. "Baby steps." I meant to motion towards his soaking jeans, but he still stared at me with those swimming hazel eyes and deep black hair. That feeling of lust took over me again as I peered at his face, only several inches away.

Too roughly I yanked him close to me by the front belt loops on his jeans.

Too roughly I undid the button.

Too roughly I tugged down his fly.

All this whilst locking eyes with one another, each motion bringing our faces nearer and nearer.

"Take off your pants, Alec," I ordered. He took shivering hands to his hips and pushed his jeans down to the floor, stepping out of the ruffled heap of soggy coldness.

I tried to be gentle when I grabbed the sweater on his back and pulled it over his craning body, tossing it onto the gemlike sink. I was so turned on at this point that I was afraid of landing a boner right in front of him. But there was one piece of clothing still remaining.

Alec looked at his briefs and then up at me. "In..in front of you...?" he stuttered, raising an eyebrow. I shrugged and walked over to run the bath, making sure that the ratio of cold water to hot water had hot in favor. About 20 seconds after tending to the bath, I turned around to see Alec stark naked in front of me, in his young beauty and perfect shape.

His skin was nice and tan all throughout, except for his fingertips and toes that were taking the most cold and turning pale. His runners were long and smooth and slightly muscular. His leg hair was almost invisible.

Then what caught my eye was his long and thick penis, hanging in mercy around a slightly hairy but very clean midsection. He was cut unlike me, and the tip of his gun was a sweet, fleshy pink. I could only imagine how it looked when he was hard. His body was young, and it was silky, and it became more and more difficult for me to cope.

He stepped into the tub slowly right in front of me, showing me how his ass muscles clenched and dimpled. I pictured grabbing his ass with both hands and stretching his cheeks apart, digging my fingers into his soft, sensitive skin and giving it a hard smack, leaving an imprint on his left cheek. My brain tingled. My senses went in overdrive. Alec was making me so horny.

I knew I was gay, but I was afraid of Alec being totally straight and having no interest in me. I'd had sexual partners in the past, but none that I first desired to be with, so seeing Alec and having these emotions because of him drove me insane. My past partners were usually dominant over me in bed, so the thought of dominating Alec turned me on. Nobody knew I was gay, and I'd date girls to keep people from asking, but that's what you do to keep a reputation. But the fact that Alec was so lonely and heartbroken gave me a chance to maybe get a VIP pass even if he wasn't gay – that was, if I could make him feel loved.

Alec was neck chin deep in the bath, taking slow breaths and closing his eyes occasionally. He made little noises from time to time that sounded like little whimpers or moans as he twitched in his daydream state. I hung around the sink and looked around the attached walk in closet while he relaxed, and was able to tell when he was done by the splashing of water and squeaking of the tub floor.

"All done?" I asked. Alec nodded and wrapped a burgundy towel around his waist, rubbing his eyes and his neck.

"Thanks." He said to me, looking up with childlike eyes and a half smile.

Again, I acted on impulse and approached him, standing awkwardly for a couple of seconds until I finally decided to lean in and give him a soft kiss on the forehead. Alec swallowed and followed my eyes.

"What was that for?"

I leaned in again and planted a tender peck on his little nose. Now Alec knew what was happening, and I could see his muscles tense and his eyes brace for the following. I leaned in again, but this time held up Alec's jaw to level mine and carefully parted my lips, ever so slowly meeting his, pressing firmly and lovingly against his full pair.

At first I was dreading what awful conversation would take place after I had finished kissing him, but to my wonderful surprise, I felt his lips push back to me and open to fit mine. Now I was getting really excited; I became hopeful and hasty. Tilting my head slightly to the left, I hungrily kissed Alec in big strides, grabbing his back and pulling him closer to me. I could tell he hadn't kissed anyone in a long time, and found him pressing his hand against my chest while he tried to keep up with my passionate force. He moaned lightly, voiceful and almost orgasmic.

We touched tongues constantly.

He grabbed my hair.

My stomach.

My face.

My hips.

Whenever he had the chance he would take breaths which most times let out a small noise. I also explored the lengths of his body while we made out, but mostly grabbed his back end and squeezed it under the towel.

I was rock hard, and my dick strained under the pressure of my belt. I could tell that Alec was getting there too because I could feel his penis bouncing against my leg. I took this as permission. Carefully keeping one hand on his back, I slowly inched the other towards his jumping penis and pressed it against his midsection.

He let out a short gasp and stopped kissing me, looking down at what I was holding in my hand. His grip on my right arm was enough to stop my blood flow, and his questioning eyes traced the movements of my hand.

I rubbed hard up and down the towel, making Alec's grip falter and weaken, making his breath rise again. I picked up some speed at how fast I was rubbing, and mused at Alec's huffing body. "Wow, does he not masturbate at all?" I thought. I leaned my head on his and unwrapped the towel, letting it fall to the floor. Alec's penis was throbbing and pink, sticking straight up against his stomach. His testicles were firm and tight, moving around under the strong sexual pleasure. I spit into my hand and grabbed his trophy tight, sliding up to the head that was pulsing in desire. I teased a little a rubbed the tip with one finger in a slow, circular motion. Alec lost it at once. He gasped and shuddered and dropped his head onto my shoulder.

"Jett!" He moaned loudly. I'd never heard his voice so loud before, and though it wasn't a yell, there was so much power in it. I felt pre-cum dripping down my dick when he blindly grabbed my ear right ear with his left arm.

"Jett, please, I – " he started in a heavy breath. But I took him in one hand and rolled my palm on his tip with the other while jacking him off and he had no time for words. He throbbed and pulsated and grew hot against my hand. Nearing his climax, he tried to pull away from me, but I was too strong for him and yanked him closer, ferociously beating his dick and flicking the head, shooting spit for lube. We were both sweating in his cold house, against the cold tile floor. Our body heat kept us unaware of the gradually cooling temperature. It was already dark outside and the sun's warmth was diminishing.

"Wait, wait, wait, stop," he persisted, putting a hand to my chest again, pushing against it. His face was blush pink and his body trembled. I knew what was coming, and I wanted him to feel it. I wanted to see his reaction and feel his body shake against mine. I wanted to see him come.

"Unload, Alec, let it out," I whispered in his ear in a soothing voice. "Don't hold back, I can feel you holding it back. Just relax."

Alec sobbed relief into the crook of my neck as he shot 4 threads of hot semen onto his stomach and mine. He half collapsed into my arms, slinging an arm around my shoulders for support. He looked down at his glistening penis while I took it in my hand and slapped it against his skin. His need to catch his breath gave me time to caress his testicles in one mighty hand and play with each of them. I wiped the cum off of our stomachs and massaged it into his limp cock.

"I don't know how this happened, I don't know, I -" Alec choked, nudging his forehead into my chin. I put a clean hand to his closed-eye face and squeezed it against my neck.

"Please don't use me, Jett. Please don't use me. God, I'm so lonely," he sighed in exhaustion. "I'm so lonely."

"I think it's time for bed, Alec."