Chapter 1

I was never the kind of guy who made many friends, always feeling like a pathetic outcast with my thick glasses and my skinny, 5'5" frame.

I was entirely used to being bullied, so I was shocked when Aidan, the popular captain of the school hockey team, actually paid attention to me at summer camp.

Aidan was everything I was not, being tall, heavily muscled, and radiating a raw confidence that made him impossible to ignore.

Despite our physical differences, we quickly bonded over a shared love of hiking and music, making the two-month camp feel surprisingly bearable.

I somehow convinced the counselors to let us share a cabin, arguing that we were both guys and there was no reason to make a big deal out of two friends sleeping in the same place. They eventually agreed, never suspecting that my reasons had very little to do with friendship.

I had never realized I was attracted to guys, not like this, not with this overwhelming pull, until Aidan awakened something inside me I hadn’t even known existed, stirring a dark, possessive desire deep within my usually self-deprecating mind.

While unpacking, Aidan jokingly asked if I wanted to share a bed, and my eager agreement made him laugh out loud.

He playfully lunged at me, but instinct took over, and I swiftly grabbed his waist, flipping the heavy hockey captain onto his back beneath me.

"Yeah, loser, you really think you can take me?" he taunted, flexing his thick muscles against my surprisingly firm grip. I pressed my knee hard between his thighs, and a sharp gasp escaped his lips, instantly changing the dynamic between us.

"Keep acting tough, and I will make you beg for me," I whispered, shocked by my own sudden authority as I stared down at the flushed hockey star.

To my absolute disbelief, his arrogant smirk melted into a submissive whimper, and I knew right then that our relationship had permanently shifted.

After that intense encounter, I fled to the forest, feeling incredibly overwhelmed that a slender loser like me had just dominated the school's most popular athlete.

I hid deep in the woods, terrified of what he might do in retaliation, until his heavy footsteps broke the silence right behind me.

"Do not try running from me, Alex," he said, his voice carrying its usual authority but completely lacking its previous bite. "Even if you hide all day, we still sleep in the same cabin, and you left me completely unsatisfied back there."

I trembled slightly as I turned to face him, adjusting my glasses and fully expecting a violent beating from the imposing athlete. Instead, the powerful hockey captain dropped to his knees right in the dirt, looking up at me with desperate, needy eyes.

“Please do not leave me hanging like that,” Aidan pleaded, his broad shoulders slumping as he fully submitted to my scrawny frame. “If you really want to put me in my place… do it properly.”

I stared down at him, heart hammering. The same guy who could have snapped me in half was on his knees in the mud, waiting. Something cold and steady settled in my chest.

“Take your shorts off,” I said.

He hesitated only a second before shoving them down. His cock sprang free, already hard and flushed dark, the head shiny. I stepped closer until the toe of my shoe nudged his balls. He sucked in a sharp breath.

“Hands behind your back. Don’t touch yourself.”

Aidan locked his wrists behind him. I reached down, wrapped my fingers around his thick shaft, and gave him one slow stroke from base to tip. His hips jerked forward with a broken sound.

“Stay still.”

I worked him with deliberate, measured strokes, tight on the upstroke, looser on the way down, thumb sweeping over the head every few passes. His breathing turned ragged fast.

The muscles in his thighs jumped. When his cock started leaking steadily onto the dirt, I stopped completely and just held him, squeezing the base.

“Not yet.”

A frustrated groan tore out of him. I waited until the tension in his stomach eased, then started again, slower this time, twisting my wrist at the top, watching his face twist with every slick sound. His eyes stayed locked on mine, glassy and pleading.

I brought him right to the edge twice more. Each time his hips started to stutter and his voice cracked into something close to a whine, I released him and let the cool air hit his wet cock until the urgency faded.

By the fourth time his whole body was trembling, a sheen of sweat across his chest, and his voice had gone soft and wrecked.

“Please, Alex… I can’t—”

“You can.” I stroked him again, faster now, listening to the wet sound of my hand on him. “You’re going to take whatever I give you and nothing more.”

His head dropped forward. A broken “yes” slipped out. I edged him a fifth time, milking clear fluid from the tip until his thighs shook so hard he almost lost his balance. Then I let go entirely and stepped back.

Aidan stayed on his knees, cock dark red and twitching in the open air, chest heaving. He looked up at me with pure, desperate need.

I pushed my own shorts down just enough. My cock was hard, thinner than his but rigid.

“Kneel well!” I barked, and he adjusted himself in the right position.

I stepped forward until the tip hovered an inch from his mouth.

“Open.”

He parted his lips immediately. I rested the head on his tongue and held still.

“Just the tip. No more until I say.”

Aidan closed his mouth around the head, warm and wet, and stayed exactly where he was told, kneeling in the dirt, hands still behind his back, taking only the tip of my cock while his own strained, untouched and denied between his thighs.

I rested a hand in his hair and looked down at the school’s most popular athlete on his knees for me, and knew the summer had only just started.