Taen at the Gym

-----------------------Josh's POV ------------------

The keypad beeped as I started entering the door code to my apartment building, opening to the lobby. I walked into the foyer feeling like a child. I was still wearing Ed's t-shirt that draped over me, trailing about halfway down my thighs. I thought about stopping to get my mail but wanted to get back to my apartment as quickly as possible.

I started jogging up the stairs hoping no one would notice me. Unfortunately, that wasn't the case.

I turned the corner and saw Mark my neighbour open the door, dressed to go on a run.

"Why did it have to be him."

I felt my cheeks start to flush. I had hung out with him and his girlfriend a few times and there was one undeniable thing about him. He was fucking hot.

Chiselled cheekbones, jet black hair, green soulful eyes. I had a crush on him ever since I met him. And now, here I was, dressed like someone having a crisis after a breakup.

He saw me, unhooking his earbuds. "Hi Josh -- shit, didn't  take you for a Metallica fan."

I hadn't even focussed on the pattern, feeling swamped in this t-shirt about 2 sizes too big. "I'm not, the man who had me wait naked and, before fucking me in the shower lent it to me." I thought.

I settled for an easier lie. "Yeah, I love them."

"Oh cool, we'll have to listen sometime -- I'm a big metalhead," He grinned at me, putting his earbuds back in "Anyway, catch you later." As he dashed past me down the stairs.

Sighing, I got to my door, opening my apartment and throwing my bag onto the sofa, collapsing beside it. I rubbed my eyes, I was sore and tired from the gym, and still shocked at myself. I couldn't believe I had just waited for him in that shower, couldn't believe I had done that, that I wanted to do that, that I wanted to do it again. I had spent my whole life being safe. Good grades, straight into uni, straight to a good boring job.

Risk made me nervous; it made my stomach turn at the thought. I looked around at my clean apartment, everything neatly in its place, everything just right. Everything ordered.

"So why do I like it so much when he takes control?"

I couldn't deny how attracted I was to Ed. He was old enough to be my dad, maybe even my grandad at a push. But fuck, there was something about him. Something about his confidence. He knew as soon as he saw me that I wanted to serve him. That he could do what he wanted with me and that I'd happily follow along.

He had me pegged the moment he saw me.

I looked down, no matter how tired and sore I was, the thought of him was getting me rock hard, my sweaty boxers straining. I felt like a teenager again every time I imagined him telling me what to do.

There was no point holding off, trying to move on. I knew I was going to touch myself. I knew even when he wasn't here I'd cum for him.

I reached my hand down into my boxers, feeling the warmth of my dick, the hardness as I took myself in my hand, stroking slowly. I reached my free hand to pull my shorts down, leaving myself bottomless on my sofa, stroking furiously as if I hadn't already cum twice today.

My hand felt dry on my shaft so I spat on it, letting the wet saliva cover it before resuming my stroking, feeling the wetness up and down my shaft. I thought about heading my room, grabbing my dildo, but I knew it would be disappointing, knew it wouldn't be as good as Ed, that it would leave me just wanting more. I couldn't replicate the force he had shown when he bent me over the massage table, or how he had controlled me when we were in the shower. That's what I wanted more than anything. To make him happy.

I felt my stomach start to tense at the realisation.

"I'll be here the same time next week; I want those back stiff as a board. Every time you jerk off thinking of me, you cum on them, right.'

It was the last thing he said to me before leaving. I couldn't disappoint him.

I pulled off the t-shirt and wrapped it around my dick, stroking myself quickly, furiously, desperately. My stomach tightened as I came into the shirt, my body trying to force another load from my twice emptied balls.

I opened the t-shirt to see my meagre load on the front. It wasn't nearly enough for him. I'd have to spend the week working on it.