Page 78 of Shadowman
That said, I often think back to this time and wonder if it was inevitable…
It was a crisp Friday evening in May, and I was at the gym. Hands and feet taped, punching and kicking the bags while my mind flickered through memories of the night before…
When I’d crept into his townhouse and up the stairs to find him in the shower…
We’d both sort of come into our own with theact. He’d gotten better at fighting and pretending he didn’t want it, and I’d become better at playing the sadistic monster he wanted me to be. It was enticing, albeit a bit more difficult to subdue him. But I pulled it off, and the next thing I knew, I was in him up to my nuts and he was clenching that hot, quivering pressure around me.
Pausing my blows to catch my breath, I had to peek down and check my pants to make sure I didn’t have a visible hard-on from the memories. Sure, I was the only one in the kickboxing studio, but still. I didn’t wanna bethatguy.
I could barely help it, though. I never knew just how fuckingawesomeit’d feel to fuck a guy in the ass. I’d been nervous about it at first, but judging by how he fell apart in my arms, I’d say he was just as into it. If he came in two minutes, then I was convulsing into him approximately twenty seconds later.
I was just so curious to know if this was really all about Michelangelo, or if it had been in me all along—lying dormant and waiting to erupt. I wondered if it had been his first time with a guy too… But I didn’t have the stomach to ask. Mainly because I didn’t like how violent it made me to think about him saying it wasn’t.
Practicing my spin-kick, I got lost in the memories of gushy wet tightness and skin slapping…
“Fuck, you feel so good…”
“Unngghh… please. P-please… s-stop.”
“I don’t think you mean that, spoiled little slut… Your pretty cock is leaking everywhere. That means you like it…”
“N-no…”
“Yes…”
“No…”
“Yes…”
“Oh fuck, oh Jesus… Ghost… Rider… I’m gonna c-come.”
“Come for me, you greedy bitch. Open that hole up and swallow—”
“Excuse me?” A sudden voice burst into my reverie, startling me into almost toppling over.
It was instantly familiar… And when I whipped around, I came face-to-face with the exact scrumptious specimen whose ass I was just remembering coming in.
Michelangelo was there. In the gym. Inmygym, standing in front of me, blue eyes sparkling, dimples deepening as he grinned at me.
I blinked heavily.
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.” The grin grew. So did the dimples.
Fuck me, he’s so pretty, I thought. Then scolded myself to act straighter.
“It’s fine…” I cleared my throat, fidgeting in place.
Did he recognize me?He’d still never seen my face without the mask on. But we’d been fooling around for weeks…
Couldn’t he tell? Would I??
“I was just wondering if you could show me how to do that.” He pointed to my knuckles wrapped in tape.
It took another generous moment for me to break out of the awkwardness of seeing him in a real-world setting—outside of my stalking, or our secret rendezvous. This was reallyhim… Michelangelo Russo, standing in front ofme, Byron Kang.
I had nowhere to hide, and it had me feeling all kinds of vulnerable.
“Uh… sure,” I croaked. He was giving me an intensely curious look, so I spun away and went for the tape. “This your first time?” I balked at my question, stammering, “I mean, um… boxing? Or kicking…kickboxing.”Jesus, man, get it together.
