You’re thinking right now, what a fucking prick. How could I take advantage of an obviously vulnerable guy, a guy who was feeling at an all-time low about himself, a guy who’s crippled for life. The answer is, that’s what I do. I’m not asking anybody to like me.
I wanted Jared. I wanted him from the first moment I saw him. I don’t turn down opportunities. Self-control is for pussies.
And as Jared lay down on the grass on his belly, breathing hard into the dirt, I knew he wanted it too. Maybe as bad as me. Maybe worse.
I reached under him to get open the button on his pants. I could feel him getting tense, which is kind of what I expected. I slowed down and rubbed his shoulders a little. Jared had great shoulders. He was a slim guy but he had nice tight muscles on his arms and back, probably from wheeling himself around all the time. I love it when a guy has muscles without working at it.
Jared relaxed a little and I pulled off his pants. Okay, Jared’s legs were a fucking shock. I had been bracing myself, but I didn’t expect them to be so thin. But you know what? I could give two shits about a guy’s legs. That’s not the part that matters.
I felt for Jared’s dick. I was happy to feel that he was uncut, but he was also completely limp. It didn’t look like I was getting anything out of it. I felt the curve of his ass, which was just as bony as his legs.
“Nick?” Jared was getting anxious.
“Hang on,” I told him. “I’m just trying to figure out the best way to fuck you.”
I tried to penetrate him from behind, which was how I discovered that Jared was really fucking tight. I used my pre-cum as lube, but I was still having trouble. Jared grunted a little as I pushed against him.
“Am I hurting you?” I asked him.
“No,” Jared said. “Keep going.”
When a guy tells me to keep going, you better fucking believe I’m going, resistance or not. I braced myself against Jared’s upper body and pushed my way inside him. I had never been in someone so goddamn tight. I didn’t want to tell Jared he was probably going to bleed for a week. My first time, I bled for two days.
Jared began to moan. He was grabbing onto the blades of grass, his eyes squeezed shut. I began pumping inside him and he was really into it, all but screaming out loud. I didn’t have the heart to tell him to shut the fuck up before someone found us back here. I held out, waiting until Jared’s moans hit a peak, then I let myself cum too. I pulled out and collapsed onto the grass next to him.
Jared’s green eyes were all watery. “That was great,” he said.
“Fuckin A,” I said back.
We lay there for a while, just catching our breath. I couldn’t believe I had just fucked Jared Alden, head of fucking Christian Students Association. If people knew it, I’d be legendary. But I wasn’t gonna tell anybody and you can bet your ass Jared wasn’t going to open his mouth about this. When Jared got the energy to move, he was probably running right back to his precious Melissa.
“So did I turn you Christian?” I asked him, smirking a little bit.
“Not exactly,” Jared said, rubbing his eyes.
“Still believe in God?”
Jared stared at me. “Of course, I do.”
“So what do you think God would think of what you and I just did?”
“I think... He’d be okay with it.”
I laughed. Leave it to a Christian to try to justify his own obvious sins. “Isn’t there that whole... thou shalt not commit... adultery or sodomy... or some crap like that?”
“The Jews believe in that too,” Jared pointed out.
“I’m no Jew,” I said. “My parents believe in that bullshit. I don’t. I’m just interested to see how you’re going to justify what we just did in terms of the tenets of Christianity.”
“I can’t,” Jared said. “But I never believed in that stuff anyway.”
What the fuck? “Excuse me, Mr. President of the Christian Students Association?”
“I didn’t want to be president,” Jared said. “Melissa pushed me into it. I believe in God and I believe in helping my fellow man. But I don’t believe in a lot of the things that other Christians believe in. I prefer to think for myself and decide for myself what to believe in, rather than just being told by a book.”
“What if the other Christians knew you felt that way?” I said. “There’d be a scandal...”
Jared grinned. “Yeah, but letting you fuck me is no big deal.”
I laughed, just because it was so funny to hear Jared swearing. He was loosening up, I could see it. Good for him.
“I believe in God,” Jared said. “And I believe God brought me to you. I was about to marry Melissa, dedicate my whole life to her. Can you imagine? I never would have got to feel what... I felt tonight.”
For a moment, I thought maybe Jared was hinting at the possibility of the two of us doing this on a regular basis. Maybe committing to something beyond one night stands. And I’ll be honest, for the first time ever, the possibility didn’t sound so bad. I liked Jared. Liked him a lot. But when I looked at him, I could see that wasn’t what he wanted. The president of CSA didn’t need to be starting something up with the likes of me. “Yeah, a good screw’ll do that for you,” I said. “So are you gay now or what?”
“I have no idea,” Jared said. “All I know is I’m not engaged anymore.”
“Thank god for that,” I said.
There’s no fucking moral to this story. I hate stories where somebody’s trying to get some point across and I learn something important about myself, or something bullshit like that. The best I could say is that maybe I helped Jared get rid of his bitch of a girlfriend, who was never going to treat him right or make him happy. So in that sense, it’s a happy ending, but that’s about it. What did I learn about myself? Nothing. Did I change as a result of Jared Alden? No fucking way.
But damn, what a ride.