Chapter 5
Morris arrived at 5:29. My shift had ended at 5, so I waited outside the front doors so I could greet him as soon as he got there. He rolled up in a white Toyota Camry. Immaculately clean and wholesome, just like him.
It was kind of funny that I still imagined my Mormon boy as wholesome, considering I had him locked up in chastity gear, which was firmly rooted in kink territory. And he was three weeks deep in it. That's kink commitment.
A lot of guys try out chastity on a whim, but give up or lose interest after they wake up with their first painfully throbbing nocturnal boner. Some of the more dedicated kinksters make it a week or two. But three weeks was solid. I was surprised how well he'd adapted to it. Submission and denial seemed to be baked into his psyche. It was where he found his comfort.
I met him at the side of his car. As soon as he stepped out, we embraced. His back was hot and wet, and his brown polo shirt was melded to his skin.
"Hey," he said. Just three little letters, but the way he said them was filled with such longing. I felt the same. I'd been watching the clock ever since he left at noon.
"It's good to see you." I looked adoringly into his eyes, then our mouths merged into a kiss.
He wasn't kidding about his end of the day funk. Even with deodorant on, he still smelled like a locker room. I imagined his job kept him pretty active. Delivering packages was an all-day workout.
The feeling of his body against mine had me rock-hard and ready for action. His cock must have been straining against its cage. I opened my eyes to see him wincing a bit, probably trying to mentally direct the energy away from his balls.
"Let's go inside." I took his hand and led him to the back office. Nobody else was there. The night manager, Scott, was manning the front counter, and an employee named Lee had made a quick Starbucks run to get drinks for the two of them.
Morris excused himself to the private bathroom to get ready. When he returned to the office, he asked, "Is there a private shower back here too?"
I laughed. "You'd think so, right? We have a private office, private hallway, private bathroom. But nope, the only showers are the ones open to the public."
He eyed the doorway to the main area with reluctance. "Is it busy in there?"
"Eh, medium-sized crowd. Guys are still getting off work, so it won't get too busy until later."
"I'm not sure I want to shower out there," he confessed.
"Oh. Well, if you're not comfortable with this, we can call it off. I'll understand."
"Look, I want to start seeing you more than just on our lunch breaks." He eyed the door again, then me, then the door.
"Listen, nobody will mess with you. I'll be right there with you. We'll shower together."
His face brightened. "Yeah?"
I wrapped my arm around his shoulder. "You don't think I'd send you in there alone, do you?"
"Right, of course not." He shook his head, then looked down at his shorts and tugged at his cock cage. "What should I do about this thing?"
"Do you want to take it off?"
"No." A devious smile crept across his lips. "If you're going to be right there by my side, I kinda want guys to see it. I'll feel more secure. Like, they'll know I belong to you."
My cock tingled in response. "Damn, you sure know how to get me excited."
He nuzzled against my exposed armpit. I was wearing my usual tank top and shorts. "Do we get undressed in here?"
"Yeah, our stuff will be fine."
We took off our clothes and folded them on a table, then wrapped ourselves in towels.
I led him down a hallway that opened outside the shower area. We were met with a flurry of energy swirling around us as guys passed by, stopping to ogle us. A mix of sights, sounds, and smells in an alternate reality where it's always night. There were no windows to reveal the burning summer sun outside. Just ambient wall sconces to set the mood.
"You still okay?" I asked as we stepped onto the black tile floor of the shower hall.
"Nervous, but good."