Destiny 3

Chapter 3: Touched

“You still look scared,” Troy said.

He was spread out on his large bed, naked, still dripping wet from his bath. I stood at the wooden doorway, staring at him, not wanting to stare at him, but not wanting to look away somewhere else. It would be redundant to say how good his naked body looked, how much I wanted to go over to that bed and run my hands over his lean, muscular chest, his abs, to lick his inner thighs and smell the clean, but sweaty scent of his balls, to lick the underside of his dick…

“When’s the last time you’ve been fucked?” Troy asked, that wickedly beautiful grin on his face. He placed his large hand over his navel and kept it there. His small bedroom smelled like oranges and wet wood. My knees wobbled a little. I wanted to sit down, but there was nowhere to sit in the room, except for the hard wooden floor, and Troy’s bed. I felt too scared to sit in either place. 

“A while ago,” I told him.

“How long is that?” Troy asked. He moved his hand lower to his pubes. His dick was getting thicker and longer. So was mine. “Give me the month and the day,” he said.

My dick was straining through my shorts as I watched Troy’s dick get bigger and harder. I couldn’t stop looking at it. I was almost drooling. “Last November,” I said softly.

Troy sat up in bed, so that his back was up against the headboard. He stretched his arms behind his head and stretched his legs out. His dick stood up, completely hard now, as thick and long as a bottle of Coke. He knew how sexy he looked, with water drops still on his skin, with that devilish grin and that big dick. He knew I wanted him, and he knew I was afraid to want him. 

“What was his name?” Troy asked.

The bulge in my shorts was unbearably hard. “I don’t remember.”

“Did you like it?” Troy was touching his dick now, stroking it gently up and down. I was hypnotized as I watched him touch his dick like that. I wanted to be the one with my hands on his dick, to have my mouth on his dick. Embarrassed, but unable to stop myself, I started to touch my own dick through my shorts. 

Outside thunder boomed and lightning flashed in the window. I jumped. Troy laughed. “Come over here,” he told me, beckoning to me with his long index finger. “Get on the bed with me.” It was sexy how demanding he was. I took a step toward him, toward the bed. Rain splattered on the window hard. A shadow moved across Troy’s naked body, gliding over the muscles and his tight, wet skin – and then it was gone. I stood at the foot of his bed, breathing rapidly, my heart racing too fast, my dick sticking out of the shorts, like a missile pointed right toward him. Troy looked at my dick and then at me, and then back at my dick. He said, “Show it to me. Take off your clothes.”

“What?” I asked, my hands trembling. 

Troy looked at me with honest eyes. “Jeremy, take off your clothes.”

“No…”

“What are you afraid of?”

I looked out the window, and for a second, I thought I saw a face looking back at me. But there was nothing there, except gray sky and a big tree in the distance. My dick was begging to be let out, but I was afraid for Troy to see it. His dick was a lot bigger than mine. I didn’t have a small dick, but looking at his intimidated me. 

“Don’t worry about what I have,” Troy said. “Just show me what you got.”

Lightning flashed again. “How did you know what I was thinkin’?” I asked. There was a shadow on the wall, behind Troy’s bed. It looked like the shape of a flying bat or something. 

“You think too loud,” Troy said. “Now take it off. You know what I look like, now let me see what you look like.”

Slowly, still embarrassed, I proceeded to remove my shirt.

“Hurry up,” Troy urged. He stroked his dick a little harder. I took off my shirt and I felt cold. The floorboards creaked beneath my feet. Lightning flashed once more across the window. When I concentrated hard enough, I could hear drops of water falling in the bathtub. I pulled down my shorts even slower than I did my shirt, and I pulled my underwear down. My dick shot forward. I covered it with my hands.

“Why are you hidin’ from me?” Troy asked. He wasn’t smiling. He looked a bit irritated, as if covering myself was an insult to him somehow. 

“I…” I didn’t know what to say. 

Troy got off the bed and advanced toward me. “I can hear your heart beating all the way from over there,” Troy said, pointing to the deflated pillow. “Are you scared of me?” He was standing right before me. My hands were still shielding my dick and I was trembling like a cold child. I felt the warmth coming from his body, but it did nothing to make me warmer. In fact, I think it made me colder. Troy took hold of both my wrists and pulled my arms away from my dick. He was close enough for it to graze up against his pubic bush, or what was left of it. 

A chill ran down from my bottom lip to my toes. He took his large hand and placed it around the back of my head, gently grazing my hair. His skin smelled so sweet and clean, but underneath that, I could still smell his original scent, the one I had smelled before when we walked down the empty road together, that sour lemon-sulfur odor. “Are you scared of me?” Troy asked again. His hands were as hot as fire. I wanted him to keep touching me. He grabbed my dick and started yanking on it, roughly. It hurt a little, but I let him continue. 

“Answer me,” Troy whispered in my ear. His breath was cold. Thunder boomed. But the beating of my heart was louder. Troy circled both arms around me, crushing me up against his hard chest, our dicks mashed up against each other. He grip on me was so tight and constricting that I couldn’t move at all. “Jeremiah,” he whispered into my ear, as though my name were a secret nobody was supposed to know, “are you scared of me?”

I went lax in his arms. He was too strong for me to resist. I closed my eyes gently and breathed out the word, “Yes…” I don’t know if I said because I meant it, or if it was because I knew that was what he wanted to hear. 

The ground shook beneath our feet. Troy didn’t let go of me. “Tell me why this is happening to me,” I whispered. It felt like I couldn’t talk. Troy was holding me so tightly that I felt like he was blocking my circulation. I couldn’t feel him breathe, and I didn’t hear his heartbeat. I listened and waited for it, but the beat never came. I waited for his chest to expand with air, but it never did, it remained still. “Good,” he said. Troy tilted up my chin and I opened my eyes, staring into his sharp, metallic gray-eyes. There was something hypnotizing about the way he looked at me. He jammed his mouth against mine and I felt the fire of his lips. He slammed me against the wall, our tongues twisting and dancing in each other’s mouths. Troy broke his mouth away from mine, his monstrously hard dick poking against my naked thigh. Again, the ground trembled beneath my feet, but much gentler this time. “Is this what you want?” Troy asked. He licked the side of my neck, and all the coldness I felt in my body vanished, and was replaced by an intense heat. 

“It burns,” I said. I don’t know why I said that, but I did.

“That means it’s workin’,” Troy whispered. He covered my mouth with his again and our tongues met meshed. I decided to bold and grab hold of his ass. His ass was so tight, I felt like was squeezing concrete instead of skin. I held on to his ass as he kissed me. I couldn’t believe any of this was happening. I couldn’t believe such a sexy-ass guy was doing this to me. I couldn’t believe –

I looked out the window behind Troy and saw a man with unnaturally sky blue eyes watching us. When he saw me, he ducked down. I growled, and pushed Troy away from me, sprinting over to the window. I mashed my face against the cold glass and looked outside. I gazed downward toward the ground, but I didn’t see anyone. “He was watching us,” I told Troy. “Peeking through the window. Who was that?” I turned around to look at Troy, whose dick was still rock hard and pointed directly at me.

“It was nobody,” Troy told me. His face was covered in shadows again. His silver-gray eyes glowed in the darkness.

“I’m not supposed to be here,” I said. “I’m supposed to be at home, in my bed…this is why I never go running on Sundays…” I looked at my palms. They were throbbing. I looked back up at Troy. “What did you do to me?” I felt dizzy. 

Troy moved toward me. “Calm down, Jeremy…”

I backed up against the window. “Don’t call me that! That’s not my fuckin’ name! You don’t even know who the fuck I am?” The voice that came out of my mouth didn’t even sound like mine. I was aware that I was saying those things, but I felt like I had no control over what I was saying for some reason.

Before I knew it, Troy was holding me again. I tried to resist him, but he was too strong for me. I hated feeling weak and victimized. He might’ve been muscular than me, and I may have been a bit smaller than he was, but that didn’t mean I had to be weak. He kissed me again and grabbed hold of my dick. He started yanking it again. A surge of energy washed over me and I pushed him off of me. I tasted blood in my mouth, sharp and metallic, like I was rolling an old penny over my tongue. I wiped my lips. “What are you trying to do to me?” I demanded. I looked at forearms and noticed that large veins were rising to the surface of my skin, throbbing. I felt the blood racing through them. “What the fuck do you want from me?”

Troy didn’t say anything. He just looked at me with his piercing gray eyes. 

“You’re the one that brought me here. You’re the reason…that voice on the headphones. I know it was you. You called me to that place. You’re the reason…” I dropped to the wooden floor, scraping my knee. I balled up my fists and looked up at Troy. His dick was still hard, but not pointing at me anymore, now just pointing toward the window. I looked at his feet, and they were perfect, and I thought that someone who lived in the woods, someone who ran barefooted in the forest couldn’t have feet like that. This is all a lie. One big lie, and I’m just trying to find my part in all of this. I should’ve just stayed home in my room this morning. I should’ve just stayed home in bed.

Troy bent down on the ground in front of me. I looked at the head of his dick, and it was huge and throbbing. His nut sack nearly touched the ground. I could still feel the warmth of his body. “What are you?” I asked. “You’re not a normal man. You’re not…who are you supposed to be? Are you one of those things I saw back there in the forest? Are you a monster like that thing?”

He didn’t answer me.

“Is this what you do? Hide in the woods and wait for people to come so you can trick them into coming home with you?” I demanded. My body temperature was increasing by the second. It felt like my blood was boiling inside of me. 

“No,” Troy said. “Just you.”
He tried to touch me again, but I slapped his hand away before he could. “You don’t know me. I don’t know you. I’m not one of those people who just fucks everything they see. Don’t touch me. You don’t know me.”

Troy crossed his arms over his chest. His arms seemed bigger now than they did five minutes ago. “I’ve always known you, Jeremy.”

“Don’t say that name to me,” I cried out. My head began to ache suddenly. I felt as though I had just fallen from a twelve-story building and my head cracked open on the pavement. “I just want to go home,” I whispered. An ant crawled on my foot, and I slapped it, crushing it. I looked up at Troy’s dick, and it had deflated a little. Not as hard as it was before.