Chapter 2: Rising Action
Isaac had always felt like a stranger in his own skin. A quiet, skinny kid with oversized glasses, more comfortable with ancient texts than other people, had never made for the most self-assured of students. At twenty-one years old, he had often been mistaken for a smart-looking high schooler.
But now, here he was, leading his new mystery friend through the university library to a private room. As they entered the building, the man fell into step behind him. Isaac looked back at him, questioning. The man smiled, pulling out his camera phone. “Don’t worry about me, Isaac. Just walk naturally, keep your feet together.” The stranger’s low, soothing tone put Isaac at ease, and he complied, trying to ignore the burning feeling creeping along his neck. Students around them were engrossed in their studying, either too busy or disinterested to take notice.
The man gestured for them to enter the study room. It was small, with room only for the table and two chairs. It still held the faintest smell of mildew from the rainstorm outside, as wisps of light filtered through leaden clouds, casting shadows in the corners of the room.
Isaac glanced around, and then nervously met the dark eyes of the man, who seemed to drink in his every feature.
“So, this is where you come to study?” The man asked, his tone light and non-threatening.
Isaac nodded. “For the most part. I love the atmosphere here – it helps me focus, you know?”
The man smiled warmly, a dimple appearing in his left cheek. “I understand the appeal.
There’s a certain energy when young minds gather like this,” the man stated, looking around the library appreciatively. “Incredible how much knowledge surrounds us, all those ideas transforming into something tangible.”
Isaac beamed with pride. “Exactly! I’m a engineering major, and the library is an invaluable resource for my studies. Nothing quite compares to the feeling of holding centuries-old parchment in your hands, imagining those who wrote them.”
“You exude a deep passion for engineering.
Honestly, the likes of which I haven’t seen in a while,” the man praised Isaac, his eyes gleaming with an almost predatory fervor.
Isaac’s cheeks flushed at the compliment. The way the man regarded him felt intense, yet comforting, as if they were long-lost friends. It made him feel at ease with this unknown predator.
The man casually leaned against the table, folding his arms. “I’m curious about something, Isaac.”
”
“What’s that?” Isaac asked dubiously.
“What’s that?”
The mystery man moved in closer, a smoldering intensity in his eyes. Isaac felt his stomach flutter.
“You’ve got the brain and the curiosity, Isaac. I’m curious about how far you’re willing to go to slake that thirst for knowledge. Specifically, how far you’re willing to go in the name of pleasure.”
Isaac’s breath caught in his throat at the man’s boldness, unsure of what to expect. But, before he could react, the stranger’s warm hand closed over his.
“May I see, Isaac? One simple touch. I want to get to know your body even better.”
The brash, commanding tone in the man’s voice caused an electrical current to shiver up Isaac’s arm. He looked into the stranger’s entrancing eyes and realized he wanted to give this man everything—starting with something as small as this.
“Yeah, okay,” he murmured, reluctantly moving with the man so they both faced the table. Isaac trembled as the man began to slide their intertwined hands down his thigh, lifting his shirt slightly.
His breathing hitched; the weight of their gazes landed on the reveal of Isaac's flesh, the soft skin making him tingle under their touch.
The man’s lips curled into a sinister smile. "You’re fucking beautiful, Isaac."
Isaac gasped at the man's profanity as warmth bloomed from his chest to the base of his spine. His eyes widened as the stranger dared to tug at his belt, then took a moment to unbuckle it before pulling the zipper down.
Each inch of progress felt like an eternity as he revealed the outline of Isaac's growing eagerness.
“Isaac” the man said quietly. “I’d like to inspect your genitalia. You’re a Christian, correct?” Isaac nodded.
“Yeah, I am.” “Good, so you’re untouched and circumcised?” Isaac nodded again. The man smiled at him. “Such a good boy. Would you like to say a prayer before you expose yourself to me? Ask God to bless your starting sex life?” The man asked. The mere mention of sex had Isaac flustered, his thoughts tangling and slipping away.
“Yes. I-I mean, God cares for every aspect of our life, sexuality included. The Bible even celebrates marriage as sacred and says how a man should be intimate with his wife,” Isaac mumbled, embarrassed. The man chuckled at his reaction, but the dimple in his cheek softened the predatory air around him. “That’s so true, Isaac. What would the Bible say about you submitting to another man?” the stranger asked. The question landed delicately, like autumn leaves fluttering between them. The frankness made Isaac's heart a jackhammer in his chest. But as he recalled his late-night chats about the beauty and intimacy of gay sex, this felt as natural as breathing.
“I don’t want to be sinful, but I want to be true to myself. I guess I need to pray and figure it out,” said Isaac, his voice barely above a whisper. The man smiled at him. “Good, Isaac. Why don’t you say a prayer aloud, while I take your clothes off?” the man proposed, his tone soothing and composed.
Isaac blinked, startled. His heartbeat thrummed in his ears. “Okay, I will.” He took a deep breath. “Dear God, please guide me as I learn more about myself. Let me find the answers to my questions and seek understanding.”
The man took Isaac’s silence as acquiescence, hooking his fingers beneath Isaac’s briefs and pulling them down in one swift motion. The sudden exposure of Isaac’s lower half spread a flush of heat across his cheeks and down his neck. “Keep praying, Isaac. Ask God to bless you sexually” The man commanded.
“Ask for his guidance in exploring your own body and experiencing the divine union of man with man.”
Isaac’s heart raced at the boldness of the stranger’s words. His cock throbbed under the other man’s scrutiny, both nervous and exciting. “Dear God,” Isaac murmured, his voice trembling as he recited his prayer. “Please guide me to understand myself and my desires. I pray for your guidance in this exploration of intimacy between two men.”
The man smiled, revealing a flash of straight, white teeth. “Keep praying.” The man’s voice was barely audible, his lips curling into a sinister smile as he observed Isaac’s every shudder and gasp. The stranger dropped to his knees before Isaac, and the scent of rainwater clung to him like perfume. The heat emanating from the man’s body was almost palpable, enveloping Isaac in a heady cloud of anticipation.
Isaac continued his prayer. “Please Lord, bless my body as I use it to provide pleasure to this man.
I pray that he feels joy, that this act honors your divine creation.”
Isaac gripped the edge of the table, knuckles turning white. The man’s hands now cradled Isaac’s ass appreciatively with a low groan. His thumbs traced the crease where Isaac’s cheeks met, and the man looked up with hunger.
“Keep praying, keep talking to me about God, Isaac. It makes me so fucking hot.”
Isaac gasped as his testicles tightened at the man’s words.
“Oh God,” he whispered.
The man chuckled, nuzzling his cheek. “Yessss,” he hissed. “Say His name. Tell Him what you want. Beg for His absolution.”
“Dear God,”
Isaac pleaded, “strike me with your mercy, guide me through this sin and let me be pure. I want to share this union of raw pleasure with him. Let us both find euphoria.” The man growled deep in his throat, hands holding Isaac’s ass tight, thumbs digging in possessively.
“Oh God, yes, dear God, let us find our ecstasy in each other.”
Isaac moaned, quivering under the man’s touch, forgetting any shame or fear as the stranger worshiped him. The man’s grip on Isaac tightened, a low, primal rumble in his chest as he leaned in, his lips grazing the tip of Isaac’s pulsating cock.
Isaac cried out, hands trembling.
The stranger’s grip grew firmer, pulling Isaac forward. Isaac prayed more explicitly “Gracious God, bless this man’s penis. May it stay hard, long, and full, to fill my anus and strip me of my virginity.” The man groaned, pulling Isaac to the edge of the table. Their eyes met, and in that instant, an electric charge seemed to pass between them. The air hung heavy with anticipation and lust.
“Oh God, yes,” the man whispered reverently. “God wants us to find joy together.” His lips curled into a seductive smile as he drew Isaac toward him. The tip of Isaac’s painfully erect cock met the stranger’s warm, wet lips, and instinct took over.
“Fuck!”
Isaac cried out as pleasure exploded from his core.
Searing, unadulterated ecstasy pulsed through his veins. God might not strike him down, but this tantalizing man might just rip apart the remnants of Isaac’s innocence. His heart desperately called out for mercy.
The stranger dragged his tongue along the underside of Isaac’s rock-hard length, never breaking eye contact. The man seemed driven as much by a darker purpose as by a thirst for pleasure. Isaac moaned, his fingers weaving into the stranger’s thick, tousled hair.