Old 10-23-2014, 04:45 PM   #1
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Drink While He's Away

So here's a short story I just started. I'm planning on doing a couple chapters this length then a accompaniment if anyone's interested.
*This is a story about the dom/sub relationship between two boys in college*

Let me know what you think.

While He's Away

I

It started two weeks ago.

James was a third year computer engineering major at CIT. He'd been bouncing around from girlfriend to boyfriend and back again since his first day there. Free from the worries of his home town, as a hell of a good programmer and a looker to boot, he'd been on easy street.

People came up to him almost every week confessing their crush. It didn't matter if it was a boy or girl, James just said yes. Neither was he attracted to any of the people he went out with nor was he unattracted. He just existed day in and day out.

But, after a week or two of going out, the other person seemed to grow resentful of his coldness. Inevitably they'd dump him. But, he would just shrug and move on, they were right, he thought, he didn't care.

But the last one was a first for James. Her name was Viktoriya, or as he thought of her, the Russian one. She had been the first person James had cut ties with. After two days, James would see her, blocks back in a crowd, following him for miles. She had stalked him to all his classes, hidden horribly in an oversized coat and scarf.

But the last straw was three weeks ago. James came home to find her on his couch. At first he just assumed, Chris, his roommate, had let her in, but when he came home four hours later the creep-o-meter maxed out. Their front door lock was actually broken from how she picked it to get in.

James shook himself, recalling that freaky girl. Since then he rejected everyone on the spot and kept his distance.

But then that strange thing happened. James shook his head. After two weeks of thinking, he hadn't come to with a solution.

You see, after the Russian one's break in, James vamped up security in his apartment which he shared with Chris, his buddy since Freshman year. Though, he was sure not to invade Chris' privacy so he kept the extra security to his own bedroom.

As a result of a long weekend with no sleep, his room now was locked down. Sure the front door was unlocked and even inviting, but everything precious to him he kept in an electronicly locked drawer of his dresser. He'd programmed the locking mechanism and even put together the hardware itself.

As for the rest of the room, it was on a constant feed from hidden security cameras. They would be triggered as soon as his door was opened and the system would send him a text instantly. From anywhere, James could have eyes on whoever went into his room.

Sure, you might say he went overboard and that level of reaction makes him extremely repulsive. But, growing up with an abusive father and a beaten mother, he learned quickly how to protect his own.

But he never expected what would happen as a result. The day after the system went online, James got a text while he was eating lunch. He looked at his phone, frowning - had the program gone awry? But when he opened up the live feed, shock replaced his worry.

Chris was in James' room. He walked around casually, so casually you would think he wasn't buck naked. Yet there he was, in full view on James' phone.

He strolled over to James' sliding closet door, his back and rounded smooth bubble butt to the cameras. James had shielded his phone with his hand, hoping only he could see. He stared at the screen, a deep furrowing frown setting in. What the hell was Chris doing?

Opening the top drawer in James' dresser, he pulled out a pair of James' boxer briefs. When he turned around James was able to see it was his sky blue pair of American Eagles. James sighed, figuring that Chris must have just been borrowing a pair - probably didn't do laundry. It was weird, but it really didn't worry James.

That is, until digital Chris brought the boxer briefs to his face and took a long draught. James about dropped his phone. With a wild grin on his face, Chris slipped into the pair and left the room.

He was surrounded by perverts! Even Chris, who had been his best friend since they first dormed together on day one of college life was one perverted motherfucker.

And then every day, right around the same time, James would get an automated text. Chris was either sneaking in and putting back the clean boxer briefs or stealing another pair.

Every video, James had saved and backed up. He wasn't sure what to do with it, but he guessed that eventually it would be good evidence ... or maybe blackmail. James himself couldn't even tell what path he would go on, from one extreme to the other. Truth was that he just felt hurt, betrayed.

This was his best friend. After every horrible date, after stupid test and crappy day, he was there at their shared apartment. And that constancy made James so much more comfortable. But, how long had he been doing those things ... and what else had he done?

James rubbed the back of his neck, trying to work out a stress knot. He rolled his head back and forth, dreading the hour. It was almost time. James was just sitting down with a meatball sub, ready to dig in, when - he knew - his stomach was going to go sour with a ring from his phone.

And when his phone buzzed on the table top, he let out a heavy sigh. Forcing himself, James picked it up and connected to the established feed.

There Chris was, again, completely naked! In a way that was now all too familiar to James, Chris made his way to pilfer another pair of boxer briefs. But this time, something was different. Chris was tenser.

Once he pulled out a pair, he laid down in the middle of the floor. James frowned deeper as Chris took the boxer briefs and laid it over his junk. His head rolled back, his mouth silently moving.

Despite himself, something made James plug in his headphones and connect the audio feed to his room.

Immediately, a breathy grunt sounded in his ear, "James!" Chris worked himself though the fabric of James' boxer briefs. Then his left hand went to his ass and his first two fingers disappeared.

James clapped a hand over his mouth. The moaning escalated, Chris' breaths growing short and ragged. Suddenly, every muscle on Chris' lean body popped. His abs tensed and his right hand shook, working a few more pulls through the fabric. In a high pitch huff, he screamed, "James!"


Later that night, James hesitantly slinked home. He gave a sigh of relief when he found the apartment empty. Of course it was empty, Chris was an astronomy major and was always out rediculously late.

He crashed on his bed after backing up the latest video. His mind kept on reeling with the images and the sounds he could still hear. James squeezed his eyes shut, but after an hour and a half it was apparent that he couldn't sleep.

He felt pent up. Maybe he just needed to get off too. Hell, it had been something like three or so weeks since he last did anything. "Damn Russian freak." James shook his head.

Sliding his hand down his swimmer-like body, he worked underneath the waistband of his soccer shorts, pushing both them and his CK purple steel trunks down and freeing himself.

James worked on himself for twenty minutes before starting to get frustrated. He couldn't even get all the way up... He cursed to himself, slamming his fists into the bed sheets.

James stared at the ceiling, his chest pumping up and down. He definitely needed to get off, but he just couldn't.

Suddenly something - probably the same something that made him plug in his headphones earlier - pulled James off his bed and to his electronically locked drawer. Typing in the sequence and then taking out the fool's bottom, he completed the connection with an ink well from a ballpoint pen wrapped in foil.

Taking out his computer, he popped it open and laid down on his bed. Connecting his headphones, James laid back and got himself comfortable.

His hand made its way to his dick again as he loaded the video from today. Chris walked into his room. James looked at the spot on his carpet where the naked Chris laid down as the virtual Chris did so.

James' heart thundered in his chest, his dick growing harder than he'd ever felt. Quickly, James felt a flash flood building behind dam walls. Just as Chris called out his name in ecstasy, James exploded.

His head dropped into his pillow with a thump. James' heart still raced. His hand ran over his face as he stared at the laptop with the infinitely looping video. "Huh."

After he cleaned himself up, he popped a thumb drive into his laptop and copied over all the video files. His mind was set now.

He locked everything away again, dropping the thumb drive into his pocket. In a beeline, he made for Chris' room. James scanned the room and locked onto the laundry hamper. He had a hunch. Dumping it end over, all of Chris' dirty laundry fell onto the ground in a clump.

James laughed when he found his soiled boxer briefs at the top of the mountain. Sure enough his hunch was right, Chris had burried them underneath his dirty clothes.

James threw everything back into the hamper, taking the still wet pair of boxer briefs to Chris' bed. He laid them out flat on Chris' pillow along with the thumb drive and a note he had written:

We need to talk.
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While He's Away (unfinished)
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Old 10-23-2014, 05:53 PM   #2
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This is interesting! Loved the first chapter!
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