The Runaway Groom

Chapter 4

Riley just arrived from his hometown this morning and now he is rushing to catch up with his class at 9 a.m. After he parked his car at the campus parking lot he hurriedly walked towards the building where their classroom is located. While on his way to the building, he is taking things from his bag and not looking properly on his way. When he is about to make a turn at the corner of the building, he bumps into something; no it's someone. The impact is quite strong because he is in a hurry and he knows that he is going to fall. He closes his eyes waiting for him to fall and let the papers from his hands fly like scatterings of dead leaves in autumn gusts.

But, before the expected fall happened, he felt an arm wrapped around his slim waist trying to protect him but still wasn't able to stop him from falling to the ground. Wait!

Ground??

His mind was screaming in shock when he realized where he fell.

Thinking about it is like an echo in Riley's mind. The masculine scent, the log-like firmness of the chest, made him realize his face is buried into someone's chest. A sudden flush of crimson covered his face in embarrassment. Eyes still closed he tried to move but to no avail as the person below him held his waist too tight, unable for him to get up. A moment later he felt something hard poking the lower part of his body that made him open his eyes abruptly, to see who was the person below him. Too late for him to realize the inch less distance between their faces.

“You?!” He mutters in shock. A person he least expected to see face to face is the person below him. It’s not that he doesn’t like him but he is avoiding any chance that will able them to meet and he thought that the time doesn’t go on with him anymore. Of all the events for them to meet, why in this awkward moment? He is shouting in his thought.

“Yes, it's me!” The guy responds in between chuckles and to Riley's surprise, the guy licks the mole below his lips that made him back to his senses and made him think that people might see them in an awkward position. Luckily, nobody came to that part of the school as everyone might be in their classes.

“Pervert! Let me go!” Riley muttered and hit the guys' chest with his free hand when he felt that he loosened his grip on his waist. Then got up, stomping away, and quickly picked up those papers leaving the guy that was now sitting on the ground, elbows resting on his knees and face resting on his palms. The guy is none other than -----Dylan Anderson!!

On his way to their room, Riley met Dylan's best friend Geoffrey.

“Hi Riley, have you seen Dylan?” Asking Riley with a smug little smile plastered on his face.

“Hmph.” He ignored him, throwing an angry look. He can still feel the heat on his face due to embarrassment and disgust at what Dylan did to him.

Geoffrey left hanging with a mouth slightly open but quickly back to his senses. He then rubs his chin with the fingers of his right hand and the other hand is holding the phone that made him laugh. He continues walking in the direction of where Riley came from. He saw Dylan who just got up tapping his pants to shake off some of the dust on them. Dylan noticed him and looked at him speechless.

“What happens? I thought you're at the toilet. What took you so long?” Geoffrey asked.

“Nothing!” Dylan responds and throws him a glare.

Suddenly, Geoffrey burst out into laughter when he noticed something on Dylan. While laughing his eyes are looking straight in Dylan's direction not on his face but at the bottom part where his private part is.

“Bro, your............your....hahaha!” Geoffrey is laughing so hard that makes him not finish what he wanted to say while pointing to the lower part of Dylan's body.

“Sh!t!” Dylan muttered in embarrassment when he realized what Geoffrey was laughing at. His private part is alive and kicking. He hurriedly goes to the toilet without saying a word to Geoffrey who is still laughing so hard holding his tummy.

“Enjoy Dylan, we'll wait for you in our room.” He shouted in between his laugh to Dylan who was rushing to go to the toilet.

When he arrived at the toilet, Dylan immediately locked the door and went to one of the cubicles to release his arousal. He is lucky that at that moment no one is inside. He unzipped his pants, pulled them down, and his brief underwear up to his knee. Hold his awakened shaft who is now standing upright with his right hand and left hand on the wall for some support. He slowly makes a stroke to help calm it.

Dylan closes his eyes, licks, and biting his lower lip as his stroke goes harder and faster. The moment he closes his eyes Riley's face appears on his vision, “Riley '' Dylan utters to himself, panting in pleasure. Thinking that Riley is right in front of him, imagining his handsome and pretty face as well. Riley is a guy who was blessed with extraordinary looks, ethereal which made the ladies and even men in their university expressed their admiration to him. Dylan is one of them, but he keeps it secret and is satisfied to look at Riley from afar until what happened a while ago.

“Riley, aaaahhhh”, Dylan released a long sound of relief, tightening his grip on his length when it started to ejaculate, letting it out to the toilet bowl. When he thought his shaft finished his business he took a toilet roll and wiped it and as well as his hand was some of his cvms stuck to it. He then put up his brief underwear and pants. Took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his sweat before going out to the cubicle and going straight to the sink to wash his hands. He fixes himself and when he sees himself ready he heads to the door to attend his class.

He didn't find his friend Geoffrey outside. He thought that he was already in their class. He then proceeds to catch up as he missed a few minutes already.

“Silly me!”, he said to himself grinning thinking of what he did.

Meanwhile, Riley arrived in his classroom. His face was covered with a tinge of red because of embarrassment and annoyance at what happened earlier.

“Are you okay, Riley?” Zoey asked when he noticed Riley's reddish face when he entered the room.

Riley just throws her with a disgusting look and says nothing which is not normal to them. They used to see his bubbly aura and it's very rare for them to see this kind of expression from him.

“He must be very tired from traveling.” Zoey thought as she knew Riley went to visit his parents in Moulmein. She releases a deep sigh and looks once at Riley and sits up straight as their professor is already starting the lecture. She believes that something happened that made her friend look different.

While in Riley's thought, “I hate you, Dylan! I hate you! I hate you!” He didn't notice that he already tore up the notebook with his pen that didn't stay unnoticed by Paul who is sitting next to him.

“Riley, what are you doing?” asked Paul who is also bothered by Riley's strange actions since he entered the room.

Riley just glances at Paul and pretends to listen to their professor but he cannot stop his mind from thinking of Dylan and the incident earlier. His face turns like cayenne pepper again, pressing his lips when he remembers that bulging front of Dylan poking the lower part of his body. The way he licked his mole under his lips, sends him a strange feeling that seemed to awaken something inside of him.

“Mr. Carter, are you with us?” His professor is asking as he notices Riley's facial expression.

“Ah, y-yes....y-yes S-sir!” Riley responded a bit stuttered not expecting that the professor would notice him. He looked down at his notes afterward and blamed Dylan in his thoughts.

Riley took a deep breath to relieve himself when their class was dismissed. He felt very exhausted from travel and the incident between him and Dylan made it worse. After their class, his friends invited him to the cafe just across their campus but he refused to go. He decided to be alone for the moment. He went to the mini-park behind the school buildings where only a few students spend their time there. He sat down on one of the benches, hugging his backpack, closing his eyes, and relaxing his mind. Thinking about Dylan is stressing him.