“My sister gave it to me. Not on purpose, of course. She has tremors and spasms daily, and my dad has shown me how to help her so she won’t hurt herself during them. She had a spasm attack one of the nights I was up late studying, and rather than my brother getting out of bed, I told him I’d take care of Rami. I was so tired and didn’t hold her the way I was supposed to. So when she kicked, her foot got me on the side of my face.”
His explanation made complete sense, and I was relieved and sad to hear it. I was happy to hear he wasn’t getting hit at home but sad at the circumstances. Justin was very young to have such heavy weights on his shoulders. It made it hard for him to relax and enjoy his youth.
“Your sister is why you want to go into medical engineering?” I was pretty sure that was the reason, but I loved listening to him talk.
“Yes. I want to help find a treatment that helps. I know time is limited for Rami, but maybe it’ll help extend the quality of life for some other kids or give them opportunities that otherwise they wouldn’t have. Rami couldn’t go to school in Lithuania. Teachers wouldn’t help her, and there weren’t any specialty schools. My mom homeschooled her as best she could with the resources available. We work with her now.”
There was a mother in the picture.
“That’s my complex.” Justin pointed to an apartment complex on the other side of the street. “Thanks again for giving me a lift,” he said as I pulled into the dimly lit complex.
“It’s no trouble, and like I said, I’m sorry you ended up getting home later than usual.”
“It was quicker than the bus,” he added.
Straight ahead was what appeared to be the clubhouse to the complex. Lights were on inside the packed gym as we drove by.
“The gym is always occupied. I can never get in there,” Justin commented.
“You can use the gym on campus. It’s huge, and all students and staff are welcome to use it.”
“Does it cost anything?”
“It does for faculty, but it’s free for students as long as you have your student ID card. You should try it out. I use the gym on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. Bring your gym clothes tomorrow, and I’ll show you around and how to use some of the machines,” I offered. Eagerly, I’d gotten ahead of myself and reminded myself to slow down.
“Yeah?” he questioned, as if he didn’t believe my offer.
“Yes, I’ll be happy to show you around. We can go after you do some prep work for me tomorrow afternoon.”
“Okay, thank you. I’ll bring my stuff.”
I stopped along the curb in front of the building Justin pointed to. Most of the apartments looked dark except one on the lower level. Though the vertical blinds were closed, I could still see lights on inside.
“See you tomorrow, Professor,” Justin said as he got out and reached in for his backpack. “Thank you again.” His smile made my dick twitch again. Those lips and eyes could just about do me in.
I waved and watched him until he stepped inside of the apartment before I pulled away from the curb. As I drove home, I thought about my upcoming workout with Justin. Even though I reminded myself that I was doing something “good” by keeping him away from a thug-infested apartment complex gym, I was well aware of my own urges.
Lucas
Ijacked off last night and this morning, hoping to have all of it out of my system for today. Three back-to-back lab sessions were on my schedule this afternoon, and I needed to be ready to focus. I also had Justin’s class this morning to look forward to. Actually, fuck the class … I only cared about seeing Justin.
Even a week after giving him a ride home, the scent of his laundry detergent still lingered in my SUV when I opened the door. It was intoxicating and instantly made me think of him, which caused my cock to stiffen.
As I drove to work, I seriously debated about how strong my will would be to not give in to what I wanted. I knew myself well enough to know which side of me would win. And at fifty-one years of age, I was fine with it and didn’t give a fuck.
What sealed the deal for me was last week when we went to the gym together. My eyes couldn’t behave, and I didn’t try to make them. Justin’s gray gym shorts gave me more than an eyeful of what lay behind the cotton fabric. He worked out in a thin white undershirt, and for the first time, I could see his chest muscles and toned biceps. He would fill out more over the next couple of years, and I ached to be by his side to witness his growth.
The devil in me was more than present while I watched Justin do pull-ups. As he dangled from the bar, his undershirt raised, giving me a view of the bowed lines that started at his hip bones and disappeared into his shorts.
The victory went to the devil while I sat on a bench in the locker room and watched Justin in the shower. He didn’t go into the open shower section but into one of the individual stalls. There weren’t doors on those stalls, but there was a vinyl curtain. The curtain covered about ninety percent of the opening, but each time someone walked by, it moved in the breeze. The movement of the curtain was what gave me a few peeks at Justin’s cock.
I wasn’t the only one looking, though. Before we even began our workout, I caught Justin staring at my body as we changed into our workout clothes. Several times during the workout, I would catch his eyes wandering toward my groin. I made sure that while I showered, I left the curtain open so he could look all he wanted. As I dried off, I watched him watching me. When he brought his eyes up from my cock and saw that I was looking at him, he smiled and didn’t look away. His cheeks were red, but he didn’t look away in shame. He eventually returned to getting dressed. As I opened my locker a few over from his, I tossed a teasing comment out to see how he’d react.
“See something you liked?” I mumbled quietly as I stepped into my boxer briefs.
“Maybe.” His tone was just above a whisper. This encouraged me to continue.
“Careful which stalls you stare into.”
