"And next we are gonna talk about traff-"
A bell went off interrupting me mid sentence. I stared back at the several pair of eyes watching me, not knowing how to continue until the teacher intervened. "Alright everyone, go back to your seats it's snack time". With soft mumbles the 7 year olds obeyed returning back to their seats, while I sat at an empty table in a corner by myself. The tables and chairs were meant for little kids so it was a little uncomfortable to sit on them and I felt like my weight would break them.
But the absence of Aylin was way more uncomfortable. I checked my iPhone to be disappointed, a heavy sigh passing my lips as I did not see any response to the several texts I sent. Aylin promised to be here to help me get through my community service but it has been almost 2 hours and she's practically nowhere to be seen. Honestly though she's not to be blamed, the person to be blamed is Michael Weisman; if not for him I wouldn't even to be here. While I had to wake up at 7 in the morning on a weekend and spend time doing reparations for something I wasn't even responsible for, the jerk at fault is probably still cozily slumbering in luxury.
I'm not angry though because looking at it with logic it's pointless to be angry or upset because that wasn't gonna help make things better, and since I'm stuck doing this with no way out might as well do the job right; just that it would be more comforting if there was a familiar face, or at least one that wasn't judgmental. The teacher probably in her mid 40s looked at me with disgust every time our eyes met and the officer monitoring me eyed me so ferociously a red belly piranha couldn't compare to his glare. Deciding to just keep my eyes down on my phone I began composing another text to Aylin, her lack of replies gave me the impression maybe she isn't coming after all.
Feeling a tap on my shoulder, I turned around to find one of the little kids standing behind me, he seemed to say something but he was too soft for me to hear.
"What is it little guy?" I asked leaning closer to him
"I like your hair" he said.
I couldn't help but smile at him "Wanna sit next to me little dude?
With a nod he sat down on the chair next to me. Silently I watched the adorable way he pulled out a plastic lunch box and began eating the cookies from it. "Want one?" He offered, I ruffled his hair accepting the cookie. Only then I realized we had similar haircuts, his bangs covering his forehead in a swoop just like mine except he was blonde. "What's your name?"
After swallowing his food he told me his name was Bryan, "Well did I tell you I like your hair too?" He smiled wiping the crumbs off his face; "and thanks for the cookie Bryan". After a couple minutes the teacher instructed the students to gather back on the floor in front of the white board before I resumed talking about what I was about to before the bell interrupted me earlier. I guess educating little children about the traffic safety is better than picking up trash on the side of the express way under the hot sun, still it burns just a little that the culprit gets to go scoot free. I don't even know what happened come to think of it, all I remember was being upset, in the mood to beat Michael up then he flashed the Spongebob plushie and I forgot about it all and we never talked about it after that.
"If there is a red, orange and green light, why is there just a green and red man, shouldn't there be an orange man also?" A little ginger hair girl asked, the same girl that had been raising her hand to ask stupid ridiculous questions from the beginning. If it was a genuine interest I would understand but she had this smug on her face every time she asked questions, like she was doing it on purpose for attention. Telling the girl I do not know the answer to her question immediately she said, "Isn't it your job to know?" I gritted my teeth holding back from saying anything at all trying to ignore the temptation to pick her up and just throw her out the window.
Unfortunately I had to tolerate such annoyance for the next 2 hours before I was done, for the day. I can't believe half my Saturday was gone, not like I had something else to do but still half my day just gone like that. Trying to think of things to occupy me with for the rest of the day I strolled back to my car when I spotted Bryan sitting on a bench alone by himself. Switching directions I walked towards him and sat next to him, "What are you doing here Bryan?"
"Waiting for my mummy" he said swinging his legs playfully. Since I had nowhere else to be, I decided to keep him company until his ride arrived. "So Bryan tell me, what's your favorite subject in school?" I asked striking a conversation with the kid, everything he did was just so adorable I wanted to pick him up and hug him giving him a squeeze; but I decided otherwise to avoid attracting any negative attention.
"Mr. Jenner, can I ask you something"
"You can call me Blake little dude, but sure go ahead, ask me" I said awaiting his question but he hesitated
"Do you have a girlfriend?" I got taken aback a little by his question; it was rather odd coming from a seven year old.
"Why do you ask?" Bryan shrugged still swinging his legs
"Well, I don't have one" I admitted
"Have you… had one?" He dragged mid sentence, the hesitation obvious in his tone
"Yea, in the past" the little boy was silent for a moment, his eyes watching the ground. Following the direction of his vision I noticed his shoe laces were untied, descending to a knee I helped tie his free laces.
"Do you get scared when you talk to girls?"
"Not really"
Bryan pouted hearing my answer, by now I had an idea why he was asking these questions and what was probably running through the little boy's head. "I was scared though"
"Was?" He asked with a tint of confusion and curiosity on his face
"Yea, when I was about your age, I was really afraid to talk to girls"
"So it's ok if I'm scared too?" I nodded as I finished tying his shoe before standing up. A smile spread across his lips as he looked at his shoes but something told me he wasn't exactly smiling because his shoes were tied. A honk drew my attention from adoring his innocent smile and we both turned in its direction. Almost immediately Bryan jumped down on his feet and started running towards the navy blue civic that sounded the honk. "Bye Mr. Jenner, I mean Blake" he waved as he got in the back seat of the car I assumed was his ride. Waving back at him with a smile I watched as the car drove off before I headed back to the parking lot.
Proceeding back to my car, I could still see Bryan's precious smile and adorableness in my eyes, those couple minutes I spent talking to him flew by like seconds. Spending time with him kinda made me wanna have children of my own, a little boy or girl to be overly protective and provide the best of the best in life to it. However since I'm still looking for a steady job and haven't exactly found the perfect Mrs. Jenner, I guess that would have to wait. Starting the car my phone beeped with a text from Aylin, "Blake I am so sorry dude, got into a little mess and I couldn't make it but I promise to make it up to you. Sorry again buddy". I sighed reading the text, I guess she had a genuine reason she was unable to come but I didn't like the sound of 'got into a little mess'. Replying back with concern I asked if she was ok and everything was alright before driving back to Palm Springs.
The trip was pretty tricky but with the help of my iPhone I managed to navigate my way back to my home for the weekend. Finally returning to Mr. Webber's mansion after about an hour of driving I was excited, I know it's not a vacation and I'm on a job but working at this palace sure has its incentives. I've never been in such a glamorous place and only seen it in movies so having to take care of it is just awesome, and I get to enjoy some of its offerings; it's like getting paid to have fun, kinda. Though we don't get along half the time, I wouldn't pick anyone else other than Michael to enjoy it with so this had to be one of those jobs that don't exactly feel like a job. I rang the bell a couple times but there wasn't an answer, it was about 5 pm Michael couldn't still be a sleep, could he?
Assuming he just didn't hear the bell I opted to use the keys Mr. Webber trusted me with to open the doors..
Going around the humongous place I called out his name searching for the boy, I gotta admit though I was pretty much pissed at him the whole day earlier I kinda do miss him. "Mikey?" An odd nickname for him came out my lips, I heard one of his exes call him that as a pet name and it got stuck in my head ever since but I've never called him by that name, ever. Shaking it off hoping he didn't hear that, I continued the search for my roommate but failed to locate him anywhere and crashed on the couch giving up. Then a piece of paper held down by the TV remote on the glass coffee table caught my attention, upon picking it up I learned it was a note from my missing roommate.
'Hey bro, out for band practice, may be late to get back so don't wait up. P.S. I made something special for you in the kitchen fridge, heat it up half an hour before eating" it read. A salad of conflicting emotions flood my thoughts, first I'm super mad that Michael left the house unattended for god knows how many hours but I'm also touched that he made me something for dinner; I was confused if I should rip him apart or give him a hug and thank him for dinner. Letting out a heavy sigh I leaned back on the cozy couch, feeling weighed down by my emotions. Somehow I'm sure Michael knew I was gonna be pissed about him leaving the house unattended so he probably prepared dinner so I wouldn't be too mad at him, or maybe he did do it with a genuine intention; nah probably not, it's the Mikester I'm talking about.
Guess I should just be glad the house didn't get robbed while no one was home. I looked at the time and it wasn't even close to 7 pm, if Michael was here we could be doing something together but I'm all alone unfortunately; guess it's true when they say you don't know the value of something until it's gone. Instead of just moping around over Michael's absence I decided to do something productive but I didn't bring my laptop along, so there was pretty much only one thing I could do that I would classify as 'productive'; workout. Not that I was in the mood to go to the gym and it's not like I could go either leaving the house empty, but I'm sure rich people like Mr. Webber had a home gym; and I was right.
He had an impressive home gym with all the sufficient equipment a public gym contained, only thing absent was the reception area. If I had all these machinery at the comfort of my own home I would be so ripped, then again I don't wanna look like one of those monstrous body builders. Not that I'm some sort of workout obsessed freak always wanting to workout, most would be happy with a physique like mine but it's not easy to maintain it and I always fear that I'd lose it so that's why I'm thinking about the gym and working out often. I started up the treadmill when I realized I was still in t-shirt and jeans and I didn't pack any 'workout' clothes and borrowing the boss' clothes was definitely out of the question.
Thinking for a second, a crazy idea stroke me, why not just workout in my underwear. It sounded silly at first thought but then again I didn't have any other choice, and also I was the only one home so it's not like anyone is gonna see me. Stripping my shirt and jeans I set them aside as I stood in a tank top and boxers feeling kinda exposed. Michael was the kind of guy who'd chill back at home in nothing but boxers and sometimes with a tank top if it was cold and would sleep in that getup, I was more of a pajamas dude when it came to sleepwear anything other than that was just awkward. Like for example once I came home super tired and wanted to shower after a short 'rest' on the couch but ended up falling asleep shirtless with just my jeans, so when I woke up the next day I felt naked for sleeping the whole night with my bare skin against the couch's fabric.
As always with any workout, I began with some light stretching before getting on the treadmill. I believe that music partially aids me to go the extra mile when working out so my workout playlist was on shuffle like tradition. I always preferred running on a treadmill compared to running in the park or on the track, I'm more comfortable on the treadmill and I noticed I can go longer and faster on it however Michael is the complete opposite; he prefers the fresh air and the sounds and scents of Mother Nature. Since my goal was more on lifting weights I didn't spend more than 25 minutes on the treadmill and shifted to the weights.
Usually I would work on all muscle groups equally and maybe a little extra on my chest, but recently I've noticed Michael working extra hard on his biceps and his guns are getting impressively big for a guy his size; and it kinda gets me when he kisses his biceps when he flexes in the mirror all cocky and proud. So this workout is like usual except I intended to put in extra effort into my biceps. In no time my tank top was completely soaked, stuck to my skin and the wind against my skin felt colder than it really was. Mopping the sweat off my brow I chuckled recalling how when I was a little kid I hated sweating and wished I would never have to sweat ever when running around or playing in the sun, but now being older I have a completely different mindset; well maybe not completely different, I still hated sweating because it always messes up my hair. After about an hour later I started feeling sore around my chest and arms which was always a good sign and decided I was done for the day and ended it with a couple sit-ups.
"How you doing sexy, oh wow what is that?" I lifted my biceps giving it a peck "you've got, quite the guns there big boy" arching my brow sexily, I flirted playfully in the mirror with myself. I held that sexy look at myself for a couple seconds before feeling silly and broke into a chuckle. Letting out a sigh I preceded to the bathroom with my towel in hand, recalling how heavenly the shower earlier in the morning felt. Something about the pressure and the way the water flowed out the shower head at the perfect temperature and down my body was so natural and soothing. The huge mirror that caught my eye first thing when I stepped into the bathroom reflected my erect nipples under my tank top turned see-through because of sweat. That view was enough to distract me into playing with my nipples, lightly pinching on them. I was still sweating from the work out so pinching my nipples wasn't too easy with the sweat acting as a lubricant
My left hand slipped under my tank top peeling it off my skin as I moved it around to feel my abs which automatically flexed for my touching pleasure. There was a certain sense of delight to have a hand run over my body which I liked very much. It wasn't long before I was lifting my top to take it off and I brought it to my nose to sniff the fresh sweat, a masculine scent that for some reason turns me on. By now my boner was poking out through my boxers begging for my attention, I guess Michael wasn't kidding when he said something about hormones and testosterone being released when working out which in turns causes sexual arousal. Using the sweat from my body as lube, my right hand wrapped around my erection stroking it at a sensual pace.
Shortly I slipped out of my boxers before stepping into the shower. Upon turning the knob, lukewarm water released onto my body. Water ran through my hair and down my neck and shoulders, then my arms, chest and abs before going lower into my privates. My hand found its way to one of his best friends and with the aid of the running water, my palm slid up and down my shaft, recreating the motions of sexual intercourse. Leaned against the wall behind, I shifted into a comfortable slouch continuing the act of self pleasure. I don't masturbate often and when I did I turned to watching porn, so doing it in the shower was something rare and porn was basically produced by my imagination. I evoked the last time I had sex which was with Michael, or rather 'The Mikester'.
His moans and groans filled my memory together with the vision of the way he would flex his body, especially his biceps as I thrusted into him. I must admit Michael had a pretty hot body for a guy, and I wouldn't say this to his face but his cockiness is a huge turn on for me; though rude at times, I find his self chauvinism sexually attractive. Put together with the bad ass reputation he stimulates my sexuality without really having to try. Picturing the way he would flex his muscles after a workout showing off his body, as sweat rolls down his growing pecs and six-pack before soaking the waistband of his boxers. Just the way his body would glisten like how it did yesterday when he was at the pool under the sun, gosh the things I wanted to do to that sexy fucker if I could only get my hands on his body.
Reaching the point of climax, my senses were overwritten with euphoria as I reached orgasm, my man juice shooting up in the air before landing on the floor only to get washed away. A couple cuss words paired with moans in between escaped my lips throughout the blissful sensation, something I delighted in and wish lasted the rest of my life. Gradually the jubilation abated and the muscles that tensed up couple seconds ago relaxed, making my shortened breaths more distinct.
Straightening my posture I turned to face the direction of the water and washed my crotch, subconsciously reflecting on what I just did. I can't believe I literally just jerked off to Michael Weisman, fantasizing about him till I reached the point of no return. I don't quite know how to feel about it but one thing for sure was that Michael must never find out about this under any circumstance, it would just add on to his arrogance. I can't believe for a moment there I found him and his cockiness sexy, don't get me wrong Michael is a good looking dude but just… I don't know I'm just… confused.
It felt awkward after sometime thinking about it over and over so I kept my shower short and was in my pajamas in no time. Obeying Michael's instructions I heated up the food before eating with the company of the TV. It felt kinda weird eating alone, not like its the first time but I often ate dinner with Michael, we would make it a point to have dinner together whenever possible; but his absence shrank my appetite. Unable to finish everything I set the leftover away in the fridge and returned to the TV.
I began to get worried looking at the time, it was almost midnight and Michael wasn't back yet. I called him but he didn't answer nor reply to any of my texts. Michael had stayed out over night before so its nothing new but its a little odd that he would stay out instead of returning to this extravagant hotel like home. Come to think of it I'm surprised Michael didn't try to impersonate a rich dude and pick up chicks then bring them back here to have a ménage à trois. Well, I just hope he's safe and sound and returns home with minimal trouble soon.