Sean
"When you want to experience how a real man fuck, you know where my door is." This sentence was just echoing in my head over and over. While in my class too when the professor was teaching. I think I zoned out and it was visible on my face as Nikita elbowed me on my elbow on which I was resting my face.
"Come back to earth." She spoke.
I looked at her as I came back to reality, I'm in class. I tried to focus on what professor was going with but I just couldn't concentrate. The sentence again echoed in my mind and so did another, and that wasn't the one uttered by Drew.
"You better not be gay son, or else you can leave this house and us forever."
It was my father's voice which still haunts me time to time. My family consist of me and my mom. My father passed away a year ago. After father's demise, she took over the business. After me, they came to conclusion that they don't want any more children in their life, so I'm a single child. My father, you can say was that one closed mind person you meet down the street saying shit about what wrong is happening in current society which doesn't used to happen when he was young. He was never accepting of anything most of the times. I just don't know how with this small accepting mindset he was able to become successful and rich. If we talk about relationship status, I'm always cool with mom but with him, it was always that I'm lacking in one thing or the other. Like somehow, I was never able to satisfy him or get his approval or his appreciation.
When the class ended, me and Nikita were on our way for the next one when she asked,
"So, how's Rita?"
"Don't know" I answered.
"When I met her in the morning, she said the same answer in same tone. Is something going on between you two?"
"Well, did she say something?"
"Nah, she said, "Why don't you check with him?" and then she went on her way."
Well at least I can tell her that we broke up.
"Well, we broke up."
"You both did what? When? Why?"
"When, last week. Why, I'm not going to answer that for now." I beamed a smile for her.
"Don't give me this fake smile. But at the same time, I'm not going to force you to tell me. But if you want an ear, I'm always here."
When someone said the same thing last time, it didn't turn out well.
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When I reached home, it was 3pm. I looked at my phone but I still didn't see any text or call from Drew. I got fresh and sat on my table to do my assignments when my phone rang and I immediately answered it assuming it's Drew even without looking at the screen,
"Hi, Drew?"
"Hi."
It's him. I'm so glad it's him.
"Actually, my order has come, the guy in waiting downstairs, can you go and receive it for me?"
"Yeah, I can. So..."
He cuts the call. Well, that was rude. But at the same time at least he's speaking to me so kinda taking it as a win? I went downstairs and took the order. It's not that heavy and looks like its clothing as per the package. As I read the receipt, it says "A Pack of 5 Jockstraps" and the amount. When I got in the flat, I opened the package. We have opened each other orders quite a couple of time. Well to be clear it's me who has opened his orders quite a couple of time. When I did for the first time, he just chuckled and said,
"I'm not bothered by it. I've nothing to hide."
There were five jockstraps. In black, blue, pink, orange and red. Pink and orange took my interest but I know rest three are Drew's favourite. You know why? Because you can summarise his whole casual wardrobe with these three colours. I know what jockstrap is but I don't own one and never even tried one even though I go running and even gym time to time. The orange one in the plastic wrapper took my peak interest and I opened it. The waist strap was like a normal underwear strap, and had 2 more straps what went from behind to the bottom of the pouch.
"I want to try it..." I said to myself.
I quickly removed my shorts and my boxer briefs, put my legs between the holes created by the two straps, and pulled the jockstrap up. It pouched my groin in perfect shape. Just seeing my self nearly naked from down made me a little more curious and I immediately removed my t-shirt too. I wanted to see how I look so I went to my room and stood before the mirror and I not going to lie, I looked sexy as fuck. My almost naked body, jockstrap covering nothing but groin. I turned around and saw my ass, the strap hugging the bottom of my ass cheek, giving my ass almost circular shape. I caressed my ass cheek, then turn around fully looking back at both of my cheeks. The straps meeting at the bottom. The shape immediately reminded me of peach fruit. So, this is why peach emoji is used to refer ass. I chuckled like a kid who at the end got the meaning of the joke which was cracked half an hour ago.
I turned again to face mirror, this time putting both of my hands behind my head, spreading my hands wide and put my left leg a step ahead. And again, I never felt sexier than before. Other than below my knee, some in my armpit and around groin and ass, I'm pretty much hairless. I started to feel aroused as I removed my right hand from back of my head and started rubbing my chest. Then I went from my chest to my stomach. My dick was getting hard, but the pouch was restraining it from getting out. This restraining feeling made me even more aroused, and I started to rub my dick without taking it out of the pouch. I started to breath hard, my eyes closed, I was feeling the sensation and it got abrupted when the door of my room got opened. I panicked and turned around to see Drew looking at me from bottom to top. His sleeve's buttons were already undone and so does top three of his shirt. Under his cream shirt, he's wearing a grey vest, some of his chest hair poking over the vest. Our eyes met and again his eyes went down and came up again. Before I could form some words to say, he spoke,
"You can keep this one for yourself." And he closed the door. Leaving me alone, me still thinking what I could have said at this point.
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When I came out of my room, I saw his room's door was closed but I heard some noise in the kitchen. I saw him in his sleeveless blue t-shirt (remember black, blue and red) and black nylon shorts. He was drinking water. I was standing at the door, he didn't look at me so I took the initiation of starting the conversation,
"Look, I'll wash it and give it back to you."
"As I said before, you can have it." He said while washing the glass in which he was drinking water.
"So about yesterday ..." He came in front of me.
"I've to go. Will you step aside?" He asked in a dismissive tone. He wasn't clearly gonna have a conversation with me. I step aside and he went out of the kitchen. And then I heard the flat's door closing.
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Other than any small important things like bills and stuff, we didn't talk at all. That's how the whole rest of the week went. I still tried to message him when I was in college and as he was in office, hoping that this message he will reply, this one he will, this one he will. I'm really sorry for how it came, but if he doesn't talk to me or give me chance to explain, how the fuck will I apologise to him?
And this is how Sunday evening came. It was around 8pm, I just came from gym, I washed my hands and face, got myself dry and went to kitchen straight and started frying some chicken on pan when I heard door open. I came out of kitchen to tell him that I've fried some chicken and I'll be ordering some nan and it will be our dinner when I saw him in blue denim shirt and black trousers. His hair was slick back, his beard was trim, he looked way too crisp. He was touching his pockets, to check if he has everything. Even though I got that he's going outside, I still proceed to say,
