Page 43 of Teach Me To Sin
The hand I rested on Alek’s back can feel him holding his breath as he coaxes two fingers together through the ring of muscle, then gasping as he feels them slide into the unfamiliar, intense grip. “Oh god,” he whispers.
“Look.” I show him my own fingers, curling them rhythmically. “Try this. You’ll hit his prostate, and then he’ll do anything for you.”
Face scrunched in concentration, Alek works his hand. Benji groans sleepily and rocks his hips back. “Feel his cock,” I murmur.
When he reaches under the boy’s hip, Alek shivers. “He’s so hard.”
“Of course he is. Are you ready to try?” His solemn eyes widen at me, like he forgot about this part. When we look down, his cock is nearly ready.
Slipping his fingers out of Benji, he runs his hands over my bare chest as I coat my palm in lube and do to him what he did to me last night, gripping his shaft and jerking it slowly until it’s slick and rock hard. I’m so turned on it’s difficult not to push him aside and sink into the perfect, tight hole I know he’s about to enjoy. Or even better, get him inside Benji and then take him from behind. “Don’t be nervous.” I kiss the tip of his ear. “He wants you more than anything.”
With a look of determination, Alek shrugs me off and climbs up to straddle Benji’s ass. He rubs his head across the hole a few times, then presses against it. For a moment I think he’s going to back out, but then I see Benji’s well-trained muscles relax and pull him halfway in. He whines hoarsely, struggling to prop himself up on lube-slick hands. Once he finds his balance, his instincts take over and he starts fucking into the pliable body beneath him. I watch his ass muscles tense with each thrust as he speeds up.
Benji finally wakes with a horny sob. Before his brain can even catch up, he starts rocking back into Alek over and over. After thirty seconds of pure, raw sex, nothing but skin slapping and broken moans, he looks over his shoulder. When he realizes who’s inside him, he moans, “Oh Jesus Christ,” and buries his face in the bed. Alek slides a hand under him and pulls his ass tight against his hips so he can bury himself to the root. This is a new side of him, taking and giving pleasure on his terms, and I can’t handle it.
Benji is cursing and whining and rambling under his breath, so I move around the bed and slip my fingers into his hair, pulling his head up. “I’ve got something better for you to do with that mouth, okay?”
He whimpers needily, his eyes barely open, so I waste no time in pulling him between my thighs and shoving my cock into his mouth. Alek’s fucking keeps pushing my dick deeper down his throat as he drools and does his best to suck. I can’t imagine Alek will last much longer, but just when I look up to check on him his phone starts ringing. His hips stutter and go still as he looks around, dazed.
“Don’t–” But I miss my chance to keep him here. He slides out of Benji and scrambles to answer, his messy cock straining and frustrated.
Benji makes a pathetic sound at the loss, and when I let him off my cock he rolls over, looking like he might cry. “What the fuck?”
Alek hangs up, already on his feet and hunting for his suitcase. “They lost some of your sign-up paperwork and we can’t check in until it’s done. We need to go right this minute.”
“No, come on.” Benji sits up, blinking to try and keep the room from spinning. “No we don’t.”
“We do.” Alek is already a million miles away. This night of truth or dare is officially over, with no more truth than when we started.
Benji hugs himself, his big eyes sad and fearful. “I can’t,” he croaks. “Alek, I changed my mind. Please.”
“This is important. You can jack off later,” Alek snaps, dragging on a clean pair of boxers. He’s so focused that he doesn’t catch what the boy is really trying to tell him–the panic of someone who is overwhelmed and terrified of letting his coach down today. If I had the right words, maybe I could be what either of them needs. But Gray saw what I was years ago–selfishness all the way down.
Benji
My dickonly settles down after I mash it into a swimsuit and ride in the back of a cab for fifteen minutes. Colson gets the front, while Alek sits next to me, arguing with Victor on the phone about how to handle a broken pool filter without ruining their class schedule. Cole glances at me a couple of times, a hint of concern in his closed-off expression, but he doesn’t say anything. He’s pulling back, the way we should all be doing.
Everything was so damn good in that hotel bed–not just the dick in my ass, but all the feelings, too. I’ve never felt safe or wanted, not really, but I’ve thought a lot about how they might feel. Howhomemight feel. And for a couple of hours, it was all there. Maybe we were just pretending, playing at things we don’t deserve, but we were so fucking close to finding everything. And today it got ripped away so fast every part of me is aching.
The cab drops us off at a massive brick facility in downtown Columbus. People are milling around on the shady walkway outside, but it’s nothing compared to the chaotic atrium. Shoulders jostle me on both sides when I stop and stare up at the twelve-foot-tall banners with larger-than-life photos of the greatest swimmers who trained here. They look down on me likewho the fuck let you in?I’d like to ask Alek the same question. I knew this was going to be bigger than his fundraiser meet, but now I can see rows of full seats around the pool, judges pacing up and down, the whole nine yards.
Colson drifts toward the bleachers without really announcing his departure. As Alek drags me to a sign-in table and I scribble my name on random papers they push my direction, I wish he would have stayed a few more minutes. Alek makes me want to be brave and good, but Colson gives me the strength to try. I need both of them to get through today.
Once I’m checked in, Alek and I weave through the crowd to the men’s changing room. Warm, humid air rolls out the door, carrying the sounds of voices and slamming lockers. Panic grips my throat.
“You have the 100m freestyle first,” Alek reads off the schedule. “Then the 200m a bit later. Feeling good?”
That might be a stretch. I should probably have prepared with something better than an energy drink, a wheaty bar from the continental breakfast, and one and a half rounds of anal. I shrug one shoulder and try to step around him, but he catches my elbow. “Just relax and have fun, Benji. You’re here to get a time on the board, nothing else.”
I can’t even come up with a fake smile, so I just stare at him. He doesn’t get it. Reaching the Olympics with him is my life raft, the only way I can save us both from all these secrets and lies. If I swim my best and my best isn’t good enough, then I’ll never be Benji, the boy Alek chose. I’m just Bennett, the nobody. A weak asshole who lets his father drag him around on a leash.
“Are you okay?”
When I look up, Alek’s forehead is creased with worry. He’s already wondering if he should pull me out before I implode. “Yeah, b–” I almost call himbaby, but catch myself. “I’m fine, Alek. See you by the pool.”
Before he can grill me more, I hoist my duffel bag and nudge past him into the locker room.
I thought I was fit, but as I shuffle around the other athletes to find an unclaimed spot, it looks like one of those high school movies where the nerd gets cornered by the football team. The other men are tall, with the kind of built shoulders Alek wants me to have, every inch of them conditioned to perfection. Some of them lean quietly against the wall with headphones, but the rest of them chat and joke around like they’ve seen each other at these events for years. All the years I spent farting around in my family’s pool with some YouTube videos as my only coach, they were here.