Sighing, I rolled my eyes as my Kindle flashed to make me aware of the low battery. It was starting to deplete in battery quicker and quicker, I would need a new one soon. The older models lasted for years while these new ones could only last a few months before starting their slow death.
"Sup, nerd." Marc cheered behind me, making me aware he had finished his usual morning workout.
Marc and I had a usual routine, but this was the first time he had called me a 'nerd.' Before I could speak, he slapped my ass hard with an open palm that made me jump from where I leant over the dining table. The squeak that left my mouth was the only thing more embarrassing than the way my cock twitched at the comment and contact. My cheeks burnt a crimson, and I kept my head down, hoping he would go for a shower and I could ignore the desire between my legs.
Moving through the kitchen, he opened the fridge and cabinets, but I kept my head down. We had banter, throwing words to each other that we wouldn't accept from other people, but this was different. The reaction this time was also different. I gulped a dry mouth, letting my hair hide my face.
As the rattle of his protein shake bottle came closer, I was surrounded by the smell of his body. His masculine, earthly smell of sweat had grown quickly to be my favourite scent. His post-workout scent overpowered the dull undertones of last night's deodorant. No matter how many of my female friends told me men smell disgusting, I couldn't help but be more drawn to Marc after workouts.
A large, damp arm wrapped around my neck, pulling my head close to his sweat-soaked chest. He held me tightly, keeping me bent awkwardly as he took gulps of the thick powdered milk. A memory from a time I didn't think I could remember sparked into my brain, playing out a time as a boy being held like this by a bully.
Tommy laughed as he continued to mock me, holding me tightly to his body in a counterfeit one-armed hug. I knew what he was doing; mocking me and holding me in this way meant that I couldn't escape. I wouldn't want to escape, even with how awkward the position had become on my twisted spine.
My eighteen-year-old body betrayed my brain into enjoying the feeling of having such a strong, attractive peer holding me against him. Tommy would never touch me, a faggot, without having a group of peers to laugh at me and confirm his popularity.
"Come on, Jimmy," I cringed at the nickname but didn't correct him. "We're friends, right?" I nodded and chuckled nervously. I knew we weren't, but maybe I could trick him into being my friend, or more.
Later that night, my eighteen-year-old body was hard in seconds thinking about the treatment, but I had forgotten about the mocking and loud jeering as I got older and actually had sex. I always had an attraction to stronger, cockier boys, the ones who were destined to bully me.
At this moment, however, the smell, the feeling of being held against a stronger man while I couldn't get away, and the humiliation of having a handprint of pain on my ass pulled me back to that juvenile moment of my youth.
Attempting to calm myself down, I took deep breaths and pushed against his hard, overworked chest, but he didn't relent. "Are you hard?" As his words left his mouth with a chuckle, I twisted out of his arms with practised ease to gulp a dry mouth.
Nervousness raced through my body, my legs felt like jelly, and I wanted to run away as quickly as possible, feeling like a kid again. "What was it, huh?" I looked at my boyfriend with a confused face before he continued. "Did me calling you a nerd get you hard?" He asked with a cocky, arrogant smile.
"Are you looking at me pissing?" Tommy jabbed while standing at the urinal.
I wasn't; I was looking up at the ceiling, trying to avoid the group of boys I knew would try to bully me somehow. I would never look; they would never let me live peacefully again, but I wish I did. I wish I could look and feel it, but instead, I imagined the men in my magazines were Tommy.
"No, Tommy, why would I do that?" I asked defensively, knowing if I acted sly, then I would look more guilty.
"I dunno, probably to get hard. Do I make you hard, Jimmy?"
"Nothing, uh, just you," I stated in a flustered tone, chewing my lip in nervousness.
"You're lying." He smiled before taking another drag of his shake.
"It just... Uh... I don't know." I attempted to brush it off by walking away, but he followed with haste.
