This story is gay and kinky. Be forewarned, this installment might be the most blasphemous so far. There's cum play, actual Bible verses, and more.
I try to make these readable alone, but it is a series.
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In the following days after Luke and I first had sex, you might have expected us to be going at it like gay little rabbits.
After all, that's what he expected.
However, I held off.
Not because I wanted to, mind you. I was strategizing.
I wanted every time that we touched to be something for him to crave, a sinful temptation finally coming to fruition.
The way I figured it, if I went too fast right away, pushed too hard from my side, he would never have to feel that sweet, deepest yearning himself.
As such, even though Luke had essentially given me a free pass to use him whenever I wanted to, I didn't cash in for the first couple of days.
It fucking sucked.
I wanted nothing more than to throw him onto my bed and play with him until he collapsed in a puddle of his own drool and cum.
Instead, I prepared.
I made several online orders with express shipping, making sure each package was discrete and hidden from view as I opened them and sorted out their contents.
Meanwhile, I also made sure to walk around the dorm completely naked as much as possible, purposefully leave my sweat-soaked jockstraps in the main area after working out, and loudly play gay pornography from my bedroom while I knew Luke was in the main room.
All the while, I ignored him.
There was even a night that I got home from a late class and he had Netflix pulled up.
A pair of my underwear was still sitting on the end table, unmoved.
I had to admit, I had been impressed with his determination.
"Want to watch something?" He asked.
He was in nothing but tiny sweatshorts and a t-shirt, and he
never
had offered to watch anything with me other than "God's Not Dead."
This gay boy wanted cock.
Bad.
Still, I was stronger. I needed to make sure that he was begging for it when the time came.
"I'm good," I said, stripping off my crewneck in one smooth motion. My abs rippled.
Luke tried his best not to stare. After all, it was supposed to be me releasing all my pent up sexual pressure, not him.
I headed to my room, trying my best not to look into Luke's disappointed eyes.
After three full days of watching Luke's eyes furtively glance at me, begging me to make a move, there was finally the moment I was looking for: I came home from the gym, and the jockstrap I had left as bait was gone, surely with Luke behind his closed bedroom door.
I carefully closed our front door, making sure that I was silent all the while. With careful, quiet steps, I moved to the bathroom, quickly cleaning myself before slipping into my room, grabbing all of the supplies I had gathered in the past days and setting them outside Luke's door where I would be able to reach them easily. I reopened the first box and slipped its contents into my pocket.
Then, with caution, I prepared to enter Luke's room, wrapping my fingers around the cold door knob without a sound.
I opened the door, finding an expected and familiar scene.
Luke was once again masturbating, my jockstrap pressed up against his nose and his laptop open, gay porn pulled up to full screen.
He jumped in fear at first and tried to hide himself, mirroring the exact same scene from when I had first found him.
However, after a moment of realization, Luke uncovered himself, looking at me with wide, hopeful eyes. "Do you need to let out some pressure?" He asked, failing to keep the excitement out of his voice.
He was completely nude, his slim body lit by the gentle glow of his bedside lamp. His cross necklace hung from the neck of the light fixture.
God, this poor twink wanted to be turned out so bad, but he refused to accept it.
"And what are you up to, Casanova?" I asked, approaching him with slow, even strides.
"Well, I just was looking into the kind of stuff you like more in depth," Luke said, staring up at me. It was a lie so rote and shallow that I wondered if he still believed it himself. "I figured if I did some of the techniques that they do, it might make the process go by quicker when..."
"When I want to use you?"
Luke blushed. "When you need to relieve some stress." He sat up, his boner bouncing with the movement. "So is it time? Do you need to be... relieved?"
"You shouldn't be doing this," I said, now right next to him. "It's hard to cultivate those elusive heterosexual thoughts when I know that you're doing this in the next room."
Luke looked away from me, staring at the brick wall. "Sorry," he said. "I just... I just want to get into your mindset, I guess."
Another paper-thin lie. However, it was a lie I could work with.
"Well," I said, pulling off my tank top, "I have an idea of how you can get even more into my mindset."
Luke's tongue moved across his lips momentarily as his eyes traveled down my body. "Y--you do?" He asked, stumbling over his words.
"I do," I said, pulling the first item I had ordered out of my gym shorts pocket before stripping them off as well.
It was a bottle.
I set it on the nightstand where Luke could read it: "Water-based Lubricant."
Luke opened his mouth as if to speak, but he closed it again, his eyes kept moving from my cock to the lube, tracing each vein and imagining how it would feel inside of him again. He was still fully erect at six inches, and my growing dick would soon be a full mast as well.
Luke started to reach out, wanting to touch my uncircumcised member as it swelled, but I grabbed his wrist as he was only inches away.
"Don't touch," I said sternly.
Luke looked up at me, confusion passing over his face, but he withdrew his hand.
With a slick layer of sweat still on my body, I climbed up onto his twin size bed, throwing one leg over his thighs so that I was straddling him and our dicks were between us.
Grabbing the bottle of lube, I squirted a generous amount onto my palm, slipping my hand down and grabbing Luke's cock. His smooth skin was taught, his erection strong and hard.
I slowly teased my fingers up and down his length, and as I did, I brought his cock to mine, grabbing them both in one hand and stroking us together.
His eyes rolled back in his head as his lips parted, and I moved my hips, grinding my much larger uncircumcised dick against his shaft.
A sigh rattled out from deep inside of Luke.
Over the past couple of days, he had expected my touch, waiting for me to use him. With each passing hour, that expectation had mutated, evolving minute by minute to a hope, and then to a craving.
However, I wasn't going to be settled just from rubbing my dick against his.
I moved my palm, pressing it against his sensitive head, spreading his sticky precum in a circle.
He shuddered at my touch, the silence punctuated with his sharp intakes of breath.
After teasing him for a few more minutes, making sure that he was set to burst, I climbed off of him, walking to the door and grabbing another box from the main room.
The same questioning look was on his face when I returned.
Unfolding the box's flaps, I reached in and pulled out a book: the Bible.
Luke's eyes went wide. He of course had several copies of the good book around his room, but the fact that I had separately ordered one and now was holding it in my hand horrified him.
Rightfully so.
I opened the book, using the delicate ribbon bookmark to find the verse I had dogeared.
I walked back over to Luke, and handed him the Bible. It was cloth-bound and simple, and it shone with lubricant where I had touched it.
He took it with shaky fingers.
"Read the part I highlighted," I said as I climbed back onto the bed.
