Everyone is laughing. One of them is actually wiping away tears. I can’t believe they think it’s so funny seeing me like this. Humiliation swallows me up as I try to hide my needy cock with my hand. I cup myself and hurry out of the basement, leaving all my clothes behind.
This is all because of Andre.
CHAPTER 7
I bury myself in blankets, alone and embarrassed in my bed. There’s a gentle knock outside my door. I already know who it is.
“What?” I bark.
“Can I come in?”
I peek my head up from under the covers. “Yeah, come on in.”
The door slowly opens. Andre stands there, quiet and humble, yet his presence is commanding. I sit upright but keep myself covered. He closes the door behind him and pads across the room to my bedside. “May I sit?”
“Sure.”
He takes a deep breath and lets it out. I feel it all over my arms, the heat that radiates from him. Our eyes are locked, but I don’t sense any harm on his part. I imagine he’s come in here to tell me what to do. He always likes to have the upper hand.
“There’s no shame in quitting,” he says softly. There it is. The advice I didn’t ask for. I knew he just came in here to boss me around.
“And let you off the hook for the money?” I scoff. “I’ve already been humiliated in front of everyone. I can’t back down now. They need to see me win.”
“Nick,” he says firmly, his Dad tone coming out in full effect. “Is this just about money? Because I sense there’s something else.”
“What do you mean?”
He sidesteps my question. “I had fun last night.”
“Yeah, thanks for that.” I try to keep a straight face, terrified I’ll give something away.
“I have some massage oil back in my room. I could help ease some of this...tension.”
“What if Clay comes up and finds us?”
“He was busy playing beer pong when I left. Besides, I can lock the door.”
I eye Andre warily, look down at his large hands resting on his lap. His long, fat fingers. I think about the magic they weave. “Okay, I’ll meet you in there. I need to grab some clothes.”
“But you’ll just be taking them off,” Andre says.
“I’m not walking through the halls naked.”
“Of course.” Andre rises from my bed, and it’s then that I see the massive bulge in his pants. Is he as excited about me as I am for him? He walks away with a slight squirm in his walk, like he’s trying to adjust himself without using his hands.
I slide on a jockstrap to help contain the relentless leaking from my locked manhood, then throw on a pair of shorts and a shirt. Down the hall, Andre is waiting in his room. A candle is burning, filling the room with the sweet smell of vanilla. When I walk in, his gaze meets mine. The flicker of the candlelight dances like stars in his eyes.
“Go ahead and lock the door behind you.” He unfolds a towel and spreads it across his bed.
I do as I’m told. My stomach feels full of butterflies as I watch the thoughtful way he’s setting the scene.
He pops open a dark purple bottle of oil and begins rubbing it between his hands. “Make yourself comfortable,” he says. I strip down to my jockstrap. He smiles approvingly. “Nice.”
“How do you want me?” I ask. My cheeks grow warm as soon as the words spill past my lips.
“Lie flat, face down.”
I slide onto his bed. His mattress is so soft. It’s like sinking into a cloud. “Nice bed you have.”