Role Play

by Alison Hendricks

  That alone was enough to kick my libido into overdrive. Before long I had his shirt open and I was pushing it off his shoulders, ducking my head down so I could suck at his collarbone and lave my tongue over the flats of his nipples. He made a keening, whimpering sound in the back of his throat which only spurred me on further.

  Just like that day at Horizon, things were quickly spiraling past the point of my control. Unlike then, there was no one here to tell us what we should or shouldn't be doing.

  My hand moved down to his crotch, palm rubbing over the bulge that had formed there as quickly as my own. I tugged at the buttons of his pants, yanked down the zipper, then reached in to wrap my hand around that beautiful dick.

  He let out a needy moan against my mouth and I groaned in response. He felt so fucking good in my hand. That mix of velvet and steel, searing hot and heavy against my palm. I tugged him all the way out, pulling his balls over the zipper with care, and stroked from the base all the way to the head, applying pressure as I went, cupping and fondling his sac.

  It didn't take long for him to start panting against me, but Elliot wasn't content to just enjoy my stroking. His own hands moved to the buttons of my jeans in a hurry, and before long he was gripping me through my briefs, then pulling the band of those down to free my own straining cock.

  His long, dexterous fingers wrapped around the shaft, squeezing around it as he pulled upward. I moaned, thrusting my tongue deeper into his mouth and jacking him in earnest. Within minutes, both of our hands were a blur of movement racing over needy flesh slick with precum. The sound of it was driving me wild, making me want to finish him in my mouth or hell, climb onto his lap and ride him bare.

  Those were the wants of a brain addled by lust, though, and I kept stroking until I felt him start to tense. He gasped against me, shooting jets of hot cum across my stomach seconds before I returned the favor.

  I struggled to catch my breath, my whole body tingling as I came down from the high of release. Shooting him a sheepish grin, I glanced down at our clothing.

  "Guess we should put these in the washer."

  He blushed crimson, and without a word started stripping off his shirt, then unbuttoning mine. He wouldn't look me in the eyes, which I wasn't going to let him get away with. I led him into the laundry room and helped him get the shirts in the wash. Once the lid was down, I turned to face him.

  "I can be pretty handsy. Obviously. And when I see something I want, I go after it if I'm pretty sure the attention is welcome. If I have the wrong idea..."

  "No!" he answered quickly. "God no. The attention is definitely welcome, I'm just... not used to it. I'm not used to losing control of myself and going from zero to... that so quickly."

  The corners of my lips twitched upward in a teasing grin. "Never a better time to learn."

  He laughed at that, some of the tension easing. "It looks like I'll have a good teacher." He reached out, fingers tracing down my bare chest, nails lightly scratching through the dusting of chest hair. "But you're learning about D&D before anything else happens. No excuses."

  Then he pushed away from me and walked his sexy ass back into the living room, leaving me to adjust an erection that was already firming up again before I followed.

  15

  Elliot

  Reuben was a good student. When he wasn't busy distracting me.

  Most of the time we met at my house, working on the couch until his eyes and hands started to wander. No sooner had I taught him the basics of running combat encounters than he was reaching over me, supposedly to get a d20 out of the dice bag, but really to "accidentally" fall into my lap. Soon after he "accidentally" unzipped my fly and "accidentally" fastened his lips around my dick, sucking me off until I felt like my whole body was vibrating with the need to cum.

  I'd tossed the bag aside after that, pushed him down on the couch, and did my best to deep-throat his cock. It took a couple of tries, tears springing into the corners of my eyes, my gag reflex fighting me every step of the way. But eventually I took him to the root, my lips practically flush with his pelvis, my nose pressed against the soft curls there.

  Another time, when I'd tried to explain the spell-casting system to him, he'd managed to ply me with hot, sensual kisses until we were both bare from the waist down. Then he'd grabbed a little bottle of lube from his pocket, slicked us both up, and stroked both our cocks at once. The slide of my flesh against his was more intoxicating than I could have ever expected, and it hadn't taken much for us both to cum, proving we really needed to ditch our shirts when we were going to do this, too.

  He'd been insatiable then, because when I'd gone to switch the clothes over to the dryer, he'd come up behind me, his already hard dick grinding against my ass. I'd whimpered and squirmed, needier than I'd ever been in my life. He'd teased me for what felt like hours, tugging down my pants and boxers again, crouching down to get my hole nice and wet with his tongue.

  I'd begged him to fuck me by the end of it, and I'd gripped the dryer as he'd pounded into me from behind, the appliance threatening to rattle off its base.

  Somewhere in between all of the horny teenager stuff, though, Reuben did learn about running a game of Dungeons & Dragons. It was obvious he really wanted to get it right for David's sake. He kept coming to the sessions every Friday night, watching and even taking notes sometimes, then asking me about things he'd observed when we next met.

  As sexy as he was all on his own, it was even sexier to see him so engaged. There was one occasion where I'd broken my own rule, handing over the reins to a volunteer while I took a break to supposedly grab some food. I'd driven Reuben to a secluded spot far from Horizon, then I'd sucked his soft dick into my mouth, feeling him firm and throb quickly. Once he was hard enough, I'd helped him roll a condom on, then I'd climbed over top of him in the cramped car and rode him so hard the vehicle was shaking.

  He was a bad influence on me. Or the best. I'd gone without for so long and now that I had it, I couldn't get enough.

  There was more to it than that, though. I liked Reuben. He was a funny guy who obviously cared deeply for the people in his life. Not just his nephew and his sister, but the players he looked after, too. He was smart, funny, and just a fun guy to hang out with. I liked spending time with him, even outside of getting to enjoy his body.

  It was a dilemma I couldn't help taking with me to work, and even afterward. Tina, Keith and I met up for drinks and dinner -- but mostly drinks -- at La Tienda. With a giant margarita glass in front of me, I lamented my sorrows.

  "So you know the guy I've been sort of seeing?"

  "The hot guy who's been dicking you down every chance he gets?" Keith said, one of his finely manicured eyebrows arching up. I swore I caught a note of jealousy in his voice. "No, haven't thought about his tight body at all."

  "God, you're disgusting," Tina said, reaching across the table to smack him on the arm.

  "What? A man can't fantasize in peace? Am I just not supposed to tell you I want to bounce quarters off that ass and then lick--"

  "Yes!" Tina interrupted with a desperate screech.

  Keith huffed, but didn't say anything else about it. I was too distracted by the thought of Reuben's ass to add comment, forgetting for a moment that I was the one who'd brought him up.

  "Right, sorry," I said, looking down at my margarita glass. It was emptier than I remembered it being. "I like what we're doing now. I like it a lot."

  Keith muttered something under his breath, but Tina flipped him off and I thought it prudent to just ignore him.

  "But I also just kinda like spending time with him. I want to see what it'd be like to just go out and get dinner. Or coffee, even. Maybe to bring him to meet you guys..." I glanced at Keith, whose eyes suddenly lit up. "Or maybe not."

  "Sounds like you want to date him, yeah?" Tina asked. "Nothing wrong with that, El."

  "Uh, yeah there is. You met this guy on Grindr, dude. Has he ever given any indication he wants to be more than your fuck
buddy?"

  His words cut into me, the pain numbed only slightly by the tequila. I realized the sting was because he was right, though. Reuben had never given me any indication he wanted our "relationship" to be more than sex.

  "Yeah, but if he didn't actually say he's not looking for more, maybe he's feeling the same way. You'll never know until you ask."

  Keith rolled his eyes, pulling his umbrella out of his drink -- something he'd asked for, since it definitely didn't come standard in margaritas -- and jabbing it at Tina.

  "You're a sap. This guy just wants some good, uncomplicated dick. I guarantee it."

  They argued back and forth until our food came, then continued to argue. At one point I think Keith tried to make a bet on it, but Tina shut him down. I barely heard them. I was too focused on weighing out the pros and cons in my own mind.

  I didn't want to scare him off. I liked what we were doing now. It was a great way to blow off some steam, and it'd made me a lot less self-conscious and worried about how other people might perceive my body.

  Yet some part of me resisted the whole friends with benefits thing. Some part of me thought it wouldn't be that hard or that different to see each other outside of my house. Nothing had to change all that much, we'd just move whatever we were into a slightly different box.

  Tina was right. It wouldn't hurt to ask. If he didn't feel the same -- if he just wanted to keep things casual -- then I'd let it go and never mention it again. But if he did want something more...

  My heart sped and a smile curved my lips. Maybe this could be the start of something great.

  16

  Reuben

  There were days when I felt like I really made a difference. Like I impacted the lives of young men who'd been failed by parents, teachers, coaches -- everyone else who was supposed to guide them. Some days, I felt like I actually got through to the hard-headed kids who couldn't see past Saturdays at the Swamp.

  Today wasn't one of those days.

  First thing, I'd been greeted with a notice from the athletic department. Tyler Knowles was scheduled for second string relief this Saturday and would be back on the starting roster by the next. There was no call for opinion or advice, no consideration for whether or not he was ready to play either physically or mentally. The notice was just signed by the head of the department, with full authority given by the doctor who approved him for play, and I was just supposed to suck it up and deal.

  Worse than that, I knew the existence of this email meant they expected me to push Ty beyond the limits of his injury so he wouldn't be too far behind in conditioning.

  I could have fucking screamed reading that email. I spent the first twenty minutes typing and deleting responses before I stormed out to the gym and got my own workout in just to clear my head.

  The third time I slammed the weights together, the other OT looked up from his paperwork.

  "Guessing you got that notice too, huh?"

  Brendan and I tended to work separate shifts, so I rarely saw him at the gym. He was a good guy. Easy-going, even-tempered. We'd hooked up once and it'd never affected how we worked together, so he was the perfect co-worker in my book.

  Unfortunately, Brendan also had a habit of playing devil's advocate more often than not. Part of him being more "reasonable" than me, I guessed. I wasn't in the mood to hear how he was going to defend the college's fucking idiotic decision today.

  "Yep. And before you tell me the recommended treatment plan is overly-cautious and not as applicable to younger people in good health--"

  Brendan shook his head. "Yeah, that doesn't apply here. Ty was seriously injured. If they put him back on the field, he's going to see permanent damage. It's not a matter of if. It's a matter of when."

  Pushing the butterfly press away from me and back to its neutral position, I just sat on the hard bench and stared at him for a while.

  "Jesus. You know it's bad when Brendan "there's always another side to the story" Newell can't find the silver lining."

  "Nope, it's all bullshit. And there's nothing we can do about it."

  The defiant part of me that still believed persistence and being too damn loud for them to ignore wanted to argue with that. There was something we could do. We could refuse to work with Ty. But I knew deep down that the second we did that, they'd pluck some newly minted physical therapist from the college and replace us in a heartbeat.

  Plus, we'd only be hurting Ty if we did that. An inexperienced physical therapist wouldn't know what his problem areas were. They wouldn't have the firsthand knowledge of how far was too far to push him. They wouldn't know the difference between when he was just feeling a little lazy, and when he physically couldn't do something without it causing him pain.

  If the college was going to pump him full of painkillers and inflammation-blocking steroids, it was up to Brendan and I to reduce the damage he could do to his body while he was on the field. That meant putting in extra time to work with him, trying to help him get his head and his body right.

  So that was what Brendan and I did. We focused all of our energy on Ty, tamping down the anger we felt at a system that prioritized ticket sales over everything else. I managed because I had to. At the end of the day, once Brendan was gone and I was alone in the gym, all those shitty feelings returned, pressing down on me. For a second I couldn't breathe, my hand moving to my chest as I walked myself through inhaling and exhaling.

  There was only one place I wanted to be, one thing I wanted to do. It was selfish as fuck, but I hoped he'd understand. Grabbing my phone, I sent a quick text. It was late enough now he shouldn't be at school.

  Reuben: You home?

  Elliot: Yeah, just got in a little bit ago. Why? Need an impromptu lesson?

  Reuben: Just need to get my mind off work.

  Reuben: Was hoping we could meet up.

  Reuben: I really want to fuck you right now.

  It was far from the most eloquent text I'd ever sent, but I wasn't in the mood to mince words. If he was down to fool around, great. If he wasn't, maybe I'd look up somebody on Grindr. He didn't have to be perfect. He just had to be something I could focus on that wasn't the futility of my job.

  Elliot: You know where to find me.

  That was all the invitation I needed. Catching a quick shower and changing out of my sweat-soaked work clothes, I headed over to Elliot's, desperate to lose myself in somebody else for a little while.

  There wasn't any buildup. Hardly any foreplay. When I got there, Elliot offered me a beer and an ear if I needed someone to listen. I didn't want either.

  Grabbing the collar of his shirt, I tugged him to me and kissed him hard enough to bruise. He was still for a moment, long enough I wondered if I'd read him wrong and he really had just invited me over to talk. Shame started to wash over me, killing the erection I'd been working on during the drive.

  Then he'd responded, seeming to understand that what I needed wasn't slow or tender. I wasn't seeking some kind of deep connection. I just needed a way to forget, and the more forcefully I could do that, the better.

  Lips and teeth crashed together, tongues battled one another, clothes were torn off in a flurry of wild, desperate hands. His nails raked over my back as I sucked on his nipples, my teeth catching the edge of one.

  Lifting him onto the table, I tugged at his zipper so hard it broke. Neither of us cared. It was down far enough for me to pull his cock out and I swallowed him immediately, taking him so far back in my throat that I gagged, my saliva glistening all along his dick.

  "Fuck," he breathed in a needy whimper, both hands fisting in my hair.

  He urged me back down then stopped, his grip loosening in my hair. When I looked up at him, my eyes blazed with some possessed need.

  I released him just long enough to say, "Do it. Fuck my mouth. I'll tap on your thigh three times if I need you to stop."

  I sure as hell didn't intend to ask him to stop, but I knew it would make him feel more comfortable. I hadn't gotten around to as
king Elliot about his experience. Despite his acting that first time, something told me he wasn't well-versed in this kind of power play.

  That was obvious when he started, too. His fingers curled into my hair with conscious effort now, too aware of how tightly he was holding on. When he thrust into my mouth, it wasn't with his full force. He always pulled away before he hit the back of my throat.

  Gripping his ass, I dug my blunted nails into his skin and showed him what I wanted. When he tried to draw back I pulled him to me, taking his dick deep into my throat, over and over. I could see the wild, lustful glint in Elliot's eyes as I did it, and I knew he finally understood.

  He fucked my mouth in earnest, gripping my hair so tight little shocks of pain lanced all along my scalp, followed by blissful pleasure as he shoved me down onto his cock. He was good and wet with my spit, so slick the sound of him thrusting in and out of my mouth was fucking obscene. And I loved every second of it.

  But I didn't want him to come in my mouth. I needed more from him.

  I tapped his thigh not because it was too much, but because I needed to draw back to tell him what I wanted. He released me immediately, his face and neck flushed, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.

  "I want you to fuck me."

  It wasn't the most inspired request I'd ever made, and those words didn't leave my mouth often. But right now I wanted nothing more than to be used by this man. Fucked so hard I couldn't think straight. Fucked until I could feel the warmth of his cum filling the condom.

  "I... I've never done that before."

  Something in me softened a little at his uncertainty. Standing to my full height, I placed a hand at the back of his neck and drew him into a kiss. Thorough, but less frantic than before.

  "If you aren't comfortable with it, we can figure something else out. But I really, really want to feel you inside of me."