Good Christian - Chapter 03

GOOD CHRISTIAN

Chapter 3: The Disregarded Present

“Get on all fours, now.”

“Excuse me?”

“To get the pen, boy. It’ll be easier that way.”

“Oh… The pen, right.”

“What were you thinking, Harry?”

Good question!

I had many things on my mind. Most of them, dirty.

For starters, since I was already lowering myself down, if I looked slightly to my right, I would see Christian’s massive uncut cock dangling in front of my face.

His legs were spread wide; his bathrobe was almost completely open.

I bet it was on purpose.

I glanced out of the corner of my eye.

Damn. Not only was Christian Holmes a total hunk, but he had the fat veiny cock to back it up!

“Christian, I—”

“I thought you didn't want to be late. Just get down and look for it!”

This was not about the stupid pen, was it?

But I played along.

It was as if the man had cast a spell on me.

How could I possibly refuse him anything? The big dick energy was strong and convincing.  

Shaking slightly, I got on my knees, arched my back, and lowered my head to look under the couch and the armchair that Christian was sitting in.

As I crouched down, I felt his ankles and feet move next to me.

Soon, they were practically on my face.

It smelled like musky sweat.

I liked it.

“Are you seeing anything?”

“Nothing. I'm not sure it's here.”

“Keep looking, boy. The pen must be somewhere, it hasn’t vanished.”

The situation felt so surreal. I started moving around on all fours, searching without really trying to find anything.

I was convinced it was all mind games, but maybe it was not.

Perhaps I was seeing innuendos and sexual invitations where there were none.

“Mr. Holmes, it's not there.” I said after a while.

“Wait, I feel something under my ass.”

I stayed on the floor in complete awe as Christian moved around above me.

His cock was still partially hidden by the robe, but most of it was on display.

His balls hung low; they were massive and hairy. Yum.

His uncut dick was girthy, even flaccid. There was a lot of foreskin on that shaft, and it seemed very long, but I could not quite see the base of the tail.

I wish he would just give everything to me.

“Do you… do you have it?” I mumbled.

He pulled the pen out from under his ass with a big smile on his face.

“Silly me, right? It was there the whole time.”

There was no doubt that he was mocking me.

I eventually stood up, unsure whether I was glad for the little skit that allowed me to check out his cock, or angry at the way this supposedly religious, married man was toying with me.

I mean, doing that bit while holding a Bible was quite bold!

“So, what was that about? Another test?”

I was surprised by my tone; I did not think I was ready to defy him. Well, I could at least question him.

Christian did not seem to mind; he just grinned.

“What do you mean? I lost my pen.”

“Sure, you did…”

“Sorry for the trouble, Harry.”

“It was no trouble at all.” I replied, my heart racing in my chest.

I dared to look right at his crotch, even though I could no longer see his dick, he had slightly readjusted the robe.

To have a much better view, I would have had to get back down.

I honestly considered it.

“What are you doing tonight?” Christian suddenly asked.

“I'm not sure. I might have to study for a test tomorrow.”

“What exactly do you do at the University?”

“I'm getting my engineering degree. If I pass my exams, I’ll have it next May.”

“So, you're a dork.”

That was rude.

“I don’t think so.”

He chuckled.

“Don’t worry, I’m only teasing. I’ve only ever known the army. My dad made me enlist when I was 18.”

“Thank you for your service.” I said awkwardly.

“Anyway, I see you don't have anything fun planned tonight, so it's the perfect opportunity for dinner. I’ll tell Grace to prepare something, and we can all eat together at seven.”

“Are you sure? Don't you want to spend time alone with your—”

He cut me off.

“I don’t speak in vain, young man. Never. If I’m offering, it’s because I want to. It'll be nice to get to know each other since we're sharing a roof.”

It was difficult to know what was really going on in his mind.

“I didn't mean to…”

“Is it a yes or a no for tonight?”

“Yes, sure. I'll be there.”

“Perfect, then. I’ll tell Grace to bring her A-game in the kitchen.”

Obviously, she would not have a choice in the matter. She was a good obedient housewife; if her husband wanted to invite someone over for dinner, she would cook and host nicely.

“Okay. See you later, then. I… I really have to go now.”

“Have a good day, engineering or whatever.”

I left the house feeling flustered.

I also realized that I had been sporting a rather visible hard-on all throughout our conversation.

Had Christian noticed?

I was still thinking about it when I finally arrived on campus.

There, I soon met up with Javier. We had been in the same class for the past three years and had grown very close.

Javier was straight and in a serious relationship with a girl who lived in California, meaning they were stuck in a long-distance relationship.

In my view, there are two types of straight guys: those who never want to hear about gay sex, as if someone could invade their ass at any given time if they were to so much as discuss the matter; and those who are super curious about it and weirdly into knowing all the details.

Javier was definitely part of the second group, so I knew I could confide in him about the latest developments in the Holmes household.

First, I told him about Christian's unexpected return in the middle of the evening.

“That sucks. A tough military guy in the house… The vibe might shift.”

“You’re right about that, he’s definitely tough and the vibe is for sure shifting.”

“And he’ll probably be in the house constantly if he’s on break.”

“Yeah, it was perfect with Grace. She’s rarely around, always doing stuff for the church. But listen to me, it's worse than that. Or maybe it's great, depending on how you look at it.”

“I’m listening.”

“Well, Christian Holmes is a bit odd when it comes to my sexuality…”

“Oh, shit. Don't tell me he's a homophobe. Although, considering he's in his early forties, a practicing Catholic, and in the army, that wouldn't be such a surprise.”

“It's not exactly that.”

I loved teasing Javier with my stories.

He was not very patient, though.

“Just spill the beans, bro!”

“It's tough to explain because I don't understand it myself. You remember how his wife told him I was gay last month so he wouldn't worry about another guy living with her?”

“Yeah, it rings a bell.”

Javier already knew about the living arrangement; he had even offered to let me sleep on the floor of his tiny dorm room if I had nowhere else to go.

“Well, when he saw me last night, he kind of wanted to make sure that I was gay…”

“Okay, that’s odd… And?”

“Mate, he let me feel his cock!”

“Whaaaat?! After months abroad, the dude comes back to his wife, and on the first night, he gives it to you! That’s wild!”

Mission accomplished: Javier was pumped with the gossip.

“No, I mean, he let me feel it through his pants. To see how I would react.”

“Now, that's a juicy story.”

“Yeah. I told you!”

“How did you react?”

“What do you think? I rubbed the man’s cock through the fabric.”

“Jesus Christ, Harry, you're impossible.”

“What else was I supposed to do? Besides, if I hadn't, he wouldn't have believed that I was gay.”

“Sure… That's why you did it.”

I scratched the back of my head.

“It was awkward though, because his wife was nearby, and I had literally just met the guy.”

“Bet! How is he physically?”

This one was easy to answer.

“Perfect! I mean, no doubt about it, he’s the hottest man I have ever seen in my life.”

“Hey, I'm right here!”

I chuckled.

Javier was definitely good-looking. He was 22, went to the gym multiple times a week, and looked nothing like what you might expect from a nerdy science student.

He did wear large black glasses, but other than that, he sported huge biceps and big thighs. He rocked tight-fitting clothes, and sometimes he even wore crop tops like those TikTok fuckboys.

No one understood why he stayed faithful to his girlfriend, Donna, when so many people (girls and guys alike) were lusting after him on campus.

I quickly realized that I did not stand a chance with him.

Although I was initially attracted to him, after years of friendship we had moved past that point.

“Please—if you saw him; you'd understand. Plus, you know I like my men a little more mature…”

“Yeah, and I bet the whole military vibe isn't too bad for you either."

“Exactly.”

“So, you touched his dick, but not really, and that’s it?”

“No! I have more. This morning, he… Okay, I know it sounds stupid, but I swear it was weirdly erotic. He asked me to get a pen from under the couch, and he was wearing a loosely closed bathrobe, so I saw his dick. Partially.”

Javier burst out laughing.

“You picked up a pen. How steamy! And here I was, thinking gay dudes were so freaking kinky.”

“No, you don't understand. The pen was never on the floor in the first place. He made me bend over on purpose, just to see me on all fours.”

“Are you sure you're not making stuff up in your head? Not that it’s untrue but like, maybe you’re projecting a bit and making this a bigger deal than what it really is.”

“Shut up. I know what I’m saying. He also invited me for dinner tonight.”

“Dinner? Like a romantic date? When you’ve been living with his wife for a month? And he’s just come back?!”

“Not a date. Grace will be there too. He says he wants us to get to know each other since we’re going to be living under the same roof.”

“Oh… Then it's just… friendly.”

“You don't get it. It's a whole vibe.”

“No, I believe you but I also know how you get when you’re horny. Do you think he’s hitting on you for real?”

“I don't know. Probably not. I think he’s toying with me. Maybe he’s a homophobe after all, and playing with my nerves is fun for him. Then again, maybe he’s serious about wanting to make sure I’m gay. He seems like the possessive, jealous type.”

“He could be closeted—you know how it is in the army.”

“If he is, then I don't know what last night was about. He fucked his wife so hard and for so long—like, the dude has stamina!”

“Oh…well. Sexuality is a spectrum.”

I smiled.

“It is.”

“So, you'll have dinner with them?”

“Yes, but while remaining on high alert. At any point, I might get kicked out of the house and I'll have to sleep in your dorm.”

“Sure. Just try not to get murdered. Those Christian people are freaks.”

“If I am murdered, at least you'll know who the likely culprits are.”

We laughed it off and hurried to get to class on time.

Over the course of the day, I managed to calm down and relax.

Sure, both interactions with Christian had been odd, to say the least, but nothing that bad happened.

Besides, it was not like I did not enjoy the little game he was playing, whatever it might be.

I was a bit nervous for dinner, but I thought it might be an opportunity to break the ice and normalize our new dynamic.

It could not be that terrible.

I did my best to arrive on time, but my last class ended late, and I had to deal with multiple buses.

I now understood why all Americans had cars; this country was not made for public transportation, even in big cities.

But I was broke; I had to make do with the faulty transportation.

Another issue was that, even in the middle of the fall, it was still very hot in Phoenix, so you just had to learn to deal with sweating when the bus's air conditioning was not working—which was basically every day.

Anyway, I thought I arrived right on time, albeit a bit disheveled and sweaty. Wet spots were visible below my armpits and in the back of my white tee-shirt.

I had planned to quickly shower or change, but Christian and Grace were already waiting for me when I arrived.

“Finally, you're here.” Christian said, or rather barked, setting the tone.

“Honey, he's not late.”

“It’s 7:04; he’s late. You’ve been busting your ass in the kitchen; you deserve better.”

“Language!” She said sternly.

“Sorry, sweetie. You know how I am when someone disrespects you.”

Funny how Christian was such a puppy with his wife at times.

“I'm sorry. The class and then the bus were late, and I… I didn’t mean any disrespect.”

“That's all right, Harry. No need to apologize and don’t listen to Chris, he’s just being grumpy.”

“All right… I didn't mean to jump at your throat, kid. Let's just go sit down and enjoy a nice meal.”

Christian stood up and led the way.

He was wearing brown shorts and a sleeveless tank top.

I could only admire his dedication to showing off his biceps any time he had the chance.

Still, given the welcome I had received, I was not hopeful about dinner when we said grace.

I mean the pre-dining prayer, not referring to Christian’s wife here.

I know what you think, reader, and I agree. They make it very difficult with their overly religious first names!

Grace had cooked roast beef and seemed proud of her meal.

Granted, it was delicious.

Christian insisted that we drink some wine, and, surprisingly, things went quite well from that point on.

I talked a bit about my degree, my life in the U.K., and how it compared to life in the U.S. all the while making sure to praise America.

Then, Christian started talking about all the places he had visited during his military career.

He had spent the last eight months in the Middle East.

Once he started talking about his deployment, Christian could not be stopped. He told dozens of stories about moments during which he had been afraid for his life or that of his men.

Although he was fairly high-ranked in the hierarchy, he insisted on being as close as possible to the field.

He also shared humorous stories about incompetent soldiers, harmless pranks in the barracks, and misunderstandings with the locals.

Surprisingly, I found myself enjoying a pleasant evening, complete with a nice meal in my stomach.

Everything felt so normal and friendly that, by the end, I had almost completely forgotten all my doubts.

Like Javier had suggested, it seemed I had made things bigger in my head than they actually were.

We had apple pie for dessert, and the jokes got slightly dirtier, but Christian knew where to draw the line to keep his wife from frowning too much.

I was on her side most of the time because gay sex was often the butt of the joke—no pun intended—making my fake-laughter all the more awkward.

Still, I thanked them sincerely for dinner.

We discussed how we would organize ourselves around the house, and I promised that I would be careful not to get in the way. I was very much aware of their generosity, letting me stay in her house rent-free.

“You don't have to apologize, Harry. You live here; You are part of this household. We can all adapt and adjust.” Grace said.

“Yes, it's basic Christian charity to welcome you, but this deal also involves you helping with some chores, right?”

“Yes, I've been mowing the lawn, but I can help more.”

"I'll take care of the mowing from now on, at least as long as I'm not called back to the field. But don’t worry, young man, I'll find other things for you to do.”

Christian winked at me.

“Of course, I’ll do anything.”

Grace took care of the dishes and refused my help, which was my cue to go to my room.

“Thanks again, Grace. It was delicious.”

“No problem! We should do this more often.”

As I climbed up the stairs, I felt someone behind me.

It was Christian.

“I'm just going to use the bathroom.” He told me.

“Oh, okay.”

Once we were in the upstairs hallway though, he had more to say, which I guess I should have expected.

It seemed the wine had made me less alert.

“By the way, Harry, I forgot to ask you this morning. Did you enjoy my little present?”

“Your present?”

“Don’t tell me you missed it. I put it aside just for you.”

“I’m sorry, I’m not sure what you’re referring to.”

“My dirty underwear on the bathroom floor.”

I wanted to say something, but my jaw just dropped.

That amused Christian greatly.

“We used to do that for a fruity guy in the barracks. You know, he was into guys, so when we were happy with him, we would let him sniff our dirty, disgusting underwear. He loved that, the freak! It was hilarious.”

“That… that was meant for me?”

Now, I perfectly remembered the tighty-whities in the corner of the room.

“Yes. I thought you'd enjoy it. You’d have a good time with them…”

He motioned jerking off with his hands.

“I wouldn't have dared.”

“Oh, so you're one of those.”

“What do you mean?”

“In my experience, there are two types of queers. The funny, entertaining ones who’d do anything for a good dicking and the boring ones.”

“I'm not boring.”

What was I even trying to prove, saying that?

“You’re not? You disregarded my present.”

“I wouldn’t have if I had known it was for me.” I heard myself say, quite surprised by my own boldness.

Christian smiled from ear to ear.

“Oh well, another time, then.”

“Yeah… maybe.”

Christian slapped my ass.

It was not sexual, just like locker-room banter.

The way he could turn me on so easily was not fair. And of course, Christian was not done.

“I’ll tell you what. If you use the bathroom right after me tonight, you might find another present waiting for you.”

He started sliding down his shorts as he disappeared in the bathroom.

I was once again left with a raging erection in my shorts.