The Bones: Chapter Nine

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Thomas’s faculty apartment was just a short walk away on the first floor of Jewett dormitory. He was a house counselor, meaning he lived alongside the students, serving as a kind of surrogate parent and advisor. He was certainly suited for it.

Caring was practically second nature to him.

As I stood in Thomas’s shower, rinsing off the layers of dried come that remained after my temporary internment, I realized just how fortunate I was to have a faculty member like him in my life. He was a role model, someone to show me what adult life as a gay man could be. Lord knows my parents barely had any gay friends other than the few closet cases my Dad knew from private equity and the golf course.

I’m sure I’d looked like hell when Thomas had found me—wet, disheveled—but I didn’t know if I would call myself a victim, per se.

Sure, being caught had been against my best wishes. I had been taken against my will.

But I’d enjoyed it. A lot.

It had been really fucking hot—total sensory deprivation, mine a receptive body and nothing else. This was becoming a next-level mindfuck. Somehow, all roads towards the Bones seemed to be paved with dicks, dicks with hot and successful and ever so willing men attached to them.

For the first time, something dawned on me—clicked.

Everything was getting gayer and gayer the closer I got to these supposed suspects.