Sins of the Flesh

Chapter 5 Cole

My cock is straining against my wet jeans. I use my phone flashlight to make it to the small, out-of-order bathroom. I pull out my cock and start stroking, letting out a sharp moan.

Caleb's breath on my lips and the feel of his erection in my mind pull my balls up tight. I moan Caleb's name as my cum spurts onto the sink and the cabinet below it. I slump against the wall behind me, catching my breath.

After I cleaned up the sink and myself, I sat back down and huddled around my tools in my work area in the darkness. I am still trembling, wondering what is going to happen next. Is he going to tell my mom? Fire me? Curse me out for being a nasty faggot. All of these swirling thoughts have me trembling uncontrollably.

Then I hear footsteps. I can see the light around Caleb's neck, casting his face in shadows. "Cole? Are you in here?" I hesitate, saying nothing. "Cole?" he asks again. I sigh, "Yeah, I'm here." "Please turn on your light so I can find you." I do as he says and set my phone face down on the ground before me, lighting my face.

Caleb walks over and sits down in front of me. I am about to speak up when Caleb speaks first. "I'm sorry, Cole, if that made you uncomfortable back there," he says, his voice sounding remorseful.

I am taken aback for a moment. "Um...It's ok," I studdered. "Are you sure you're okay, Cole?" He asks, sounding concerned. I can make out his hand gripping his neck. "I...Im good. Am I fired?" I can't help but ask. The suspense is killing me.

"What! No, of course not! This wasn't your fault." He shifts, placing his hand on my thigh, then adjusting to my knee. "It was just biology. Do you know what I mean?" He asks. I shake my head. He clears his throat. "A case of an inconvenient, um, well, you get it." I nod, understanding the heat rising up my neck and settling in my cheeks. "So you see no one's fault. You're not fired. I just wanted to make sure you weren't upset."

Oh, I am definitely upset, but not for the reasons he thinks I am. "I'm ok. I just thought you might be mad." I say, bowing my head to stare at my hands on my lap. He places a finger under my chin, forcing me to look at him. "I was never mad at you at all, Cole." His voice was a low rasp, and his finger lingers under my chin. He drops his hand.

"Well, I am going to flip the breaker and hope this storm hasn't blown out a circuit," He says, slapping his thighs and standing, putting on his cheery voice. "Do you want me to go with you?" I ask. "Sure," he says, putting out a hand to help me get to my feet.