Chapter 8

[Beware, the following chapter contains NSFW content. And it is BL. Read at your own discretion.]

Alex waves Peter good bye from inside the room. Yes, he wanted to avoid Peter's father. He doesn't know if his face betrays him after their conversation on the phone earlier. He had left Peter with the phone to have some privacy talking with his dad when Peter came after him "He wants to speak with you." So Alex picked up the phone feeling his heartbeat quicken a little.

When Peter's father asked him to dinner he was glad they only spoke over the phone. His cheeks burned bright red with embarassment and excitement. But then it all came crashing down. Peter's mother. Of course there is a mother. And of course she would be present. He quickly tried to wrap up the call, managing to be as polite as possible while rejecting firmly.

He wanted to look at that gorgeous man again. But he wouldn't degrade himself to a 'date' with his crush and his wife. Just no.

He sighed deeply. "Zero, it is time for us to go home." Zero came towards him, clearly less lively than this morning. Well, playing with and being fussed over by three to four year olds all day will do that to you.

Alex walked home with Zero on a leash beside him. "It is a good thing, that everything went well with Peter. And you also did a very good job, thank you, Zero." He bends down a little to stroke the fur on the dog's head.

Finally at home Zero got his food and soon after curled himself up and went to sleep.

"Me too, buddy, me too" Alex mumbles. He felt all the excitement drain out of him. Today thankfully was Friday, so tomorrow he would have the free weekend. To celebrate having survived his first two weeks in the new job and especially the ordeal with Peter Alex gets a beer out of the fridge.

"Mmmh, I think I will take a long nice bath. And the beer will go in with me." He smirks at the thought and grabs a change of clothes.

After the bath is filled with warm water he strips himself. Brushing with his hands through his hair he looks in the mirror which is starting to get foggy. His body was slender, his waist and hips small, giving him an athletic or even androgynous look.

He takes a sip from his beer and slides in the hot water. He lets out a deep sigh, the tension finally leaving his body.

With a look he made sure that the door was closed. He doesn't want his dog to see what he is about to do.

Leaning back in the tub he conjures up the image of Peter's father. God, those eyes. He imagined how it would be being in the direct gaze of these eyes. How the shade of green would deepen when he undresses in front of him.

He felt a little guilty fantasizing about the father of a kid in his group. But he wanted to taste this little freedom he had in his mind, not thinking about Peter's mother waiting for her two men to come back home.

Getting his thoughts back from this depressing path he slides one hand over his collarbone trailing his skin until it reaches the left bud on his chest. He gently kneads it, rolls it between his fingers.

He lets out an anticipating sigh.

His other hand starts at his stomach. Trailing down slowly, only his fingertips touching the skin. His member starts to fill with blood, greeting his hand, anticipating.

The other hand starts twisting the other bud on his chest as he finally touched his now hard member.

In his mind, Daniel touched him, his green eyes fixed on Alex, baring his desires with his gaze. He gripped his member tight, now moving up and down. The water is splashing beside him, sprinkling on his chest and stomach.

Now, panting heavily, he lets his mind wander further. Daniel kneeling in front of him, bowing his head down. Alex' member greeting him stiffly, ready to burst at any moment. Alex escapes a moan as in his imagination Daniel's lips close around his shaft, his tongue first licking the length than circling the top. "Ahh, I am cuming." He moans in the empty room. It echoes from the tiles, the sounds of the water splashing still in his ears. Just before he reaches his climax he lets go of his shaft.

Feeling giddy with the near climax, he starts using the fingers to trail down further...

After he found out he was gay, he was very reluctant to explore this special part of himself. But as the years passed by, masturbating while fantasizing to guys sucking him off and licking his chest, he knew that in the deepest part of himself he wanted someone to explore this place for him. Feeling guilty he can't continue his fantasy with Daniel. This place cannot be explored by a straight man, a father at that.

Alex continues with his finger further down until he finds his entrance. He nudges with his finger, feeling the warm water seeping in. He shivers expectantly. Slowly, with circling motions he pushes the finger in. One digit, two digits. He kneads the now hard bud on his chest, moaning loudly.

As the third digit slides in he curves his finger, searching for his good spot. He moans, trembling. Then he found it.

"Aaah."

His mind presents him an image of Daniel standing in front of him, ramming into him. It drives him over the edge.

He releases inside the water.

Feeling spent and guilty he leans back. He never thought about a crush while he uses his fingers there. Why? How did Daniel manage to creep inside his subconsciousness just like that?

Now he feels more exhausted than before.