With the start of classes I decided to take advantage of the university gym. I'd never trained before but I hadn't expected to feel so out of place. I could barely lift anything and I noticed people glancing at me every now and then. I tried to stay in my corner and figure things out quietly.
There was one guy who was always there when I went. Tall, built, looked like he'd been athletic his whole life. He'd look at me for a few minutes at a time without dropping it. Not glancing, just watching. I started going less because of it. I couldn't explain why it bothered me as much as it did. It just did.
On one of my visits I walked up to a machine and he was already heading toward it. I stepped back and told him to go ahead. He stopped, looked at me, and shook his head.
"You were here first."
I sat down and started. He stayed standing behind me the whole time, looking down at me while I worked through the set. I kept losing count. When I finished I stood up and he'd already moved on like nothing happened.
I didn't go back for a few days after that.
I went back the following week. He was there. He glanced over once and then went back to his sets. That was it. It went on like that for a while with nothing said between us.
That was until a Friday morning. Right before I left, Luke approached me, towering over me.
"You. Come by my place Saturday. I'll text you the address."
"For what-"
He slipped a piece of paper into my hand with a number on it and walked out without another word.
I spent the rest of the day turning it over in my head. That night I texted the number. A few minutes later I received an address and a 10:00 AM. Nothing else.
I barely slept. The next morning I got ready and was at his door at exactly ten.
Luke opened the door in a tank top and shorts. He didn't say a word. He just looked at me, then looked to his right, then went back to the couch.
At the wall to his right was a collection of cleaning supplies. Broom, mop, sprays, a bucket. Just sitting there waiting.
I stood in the doorway for a moment.
"I really don't know what to do right now."
No reply. He was already on his phone, legs stretched out, feet propped on the armrest.
The apartment was bigger than anything I'd seen a student live in. Comfortable, lived-in, clearly his. Also clearly a mess. Dishes in the sink, dust on the shelves, trash that had been sitting too long. His rugby kit was thrown over the back of a chair in the corner. I stood there another minute until I understood what he wanted.
I swept first, working around his furniture while he didn't acknowledge me once. Then the floors, the counters, the dishes. I took the trash out and came back and did the surfaces again properly. A few hours of moving quietly through someone else's space while they lay there like I was part of the background.
When I was done I came back to the living room.
"I'm done. Is there anything else?"
He wiggled his toes.
I stared at him.
He wiggled them again.
It took me a minute. Then I walked over to the couch, got on my knees, and wrapped both hands around his foot.
They were big. long soles, long toes. I pressed my thumbs into his arch and started massaging, he exhaled through his nose and kept scrolling.
After a while he pulled his feet back, got up without a word, and went to his room. The door closed behind him. I stood there for about ten minutes and then let myself out.
He texted me the next morning. I was there by eleven.
The apartment was mostly clean from yesterday so I was done in under an hour. Surfaces, a few dishes, nothing major. I worked quietly and he lay on the couch exactly as he did yesterday.
When I finished I came back to the living room. He wiggled his toes without looking up. I got on the floor and started on his feet.
After a while he pulled them back and sat up straight. He put his phone down on the cushion beside him, looked at me for a moment, then reached into his shorts and pulled them off.
His cock was right in front of me, semi hard. He didn't look at me. Didn't say anything. Just waited.
I stayed on my knees and moved forward.
He picked his phone back up before I even started. I held his massive cock in my hand first and then started. I gagged a bit but kept going. After around fifteen minutes he pulled out and got his shorts back on.
He stood up, adjusted himself, and went to his room. I stayed on the floor for a moment and then got up and let myself out.
I didn't go back to the gym that week.
Thursday night at half past midnight my phone lit up. 1:00 AM. Nothing else.
I got up, got dressed, and drove over.
He opened the door and walked back inside without a word. I followed and closed it behind me. He went to the bedroom and I understood that was where I was supposed to go too.
He pointed at the edge of the bed. I didn't understand so I just sat there. He then calmly flipped me over so my stomach was on the mattress and my legs on the floor.
He slid my pants down. I understood what was coming.
He was calm about it. Held my waist and went in raw. No warning, no adjustment. I was crying quietly by the time he found his rhythm but I didn't move away.
After fucking me for a while, he pulled out and came on the floor. Then he was on the bed beside me, shorts back up, phone in hand. Like I was already gone.
I lay there for a minute and then got up.
I found a cloth in the bathroom, came back, and cleaned the floor. He didn't look up.
Then I let myself out.
He texted me two days later. I was there by noon. I cleaned, I got on the floor, I did what was expected. That was what I was now. We both knew it.
