His Dangerous Jock

~Neo~ I walked down the busy street with my hands in my pocket, fiddling with the little marble I always had with me. I subconsciously stuck a hand out just to pull my hood a bit tighter around my head as I walked. The crisp breeze fluttered by, stinging my nose as it did. My headphones and hood had my ears covered so they didn't really feel the bit with my hood over them. I turned down the street once more before coming to a stop before the little shop I had in mind. With a low groan, I shrugged and pushed the door open. The door opened with a chime as the bell overhead was rung. "Hey Neo." The gothic receptionist gave me a curt nod as I stepped in. We were quite familiar, seeing as I came over here quite often. That among other reasons. "Hey Nick. Is Zeke in?" I asked, stopping by the receptionist table. I took a look around while I spoke, taking in the familiar décor. The wallpaper was a very dark red color, almost making it look black with the dark clouds outside, with the occasional strip of crimson red at frequent intervals. The dark theme suited the shop quite well, considering what went on in here. Zeke's tattoo shop was quite well known for its dark theme and all that. "Yeah, he's in the back." Zeke nodded his head to the back room that was separated from the main room by a black wooden door that featured a poster which read 'Employees Only!'. "Thanks." I smiled at him before taking my leave.  The strong smell of ink invaded my nose as soon as I pushed open the door. Zeke was seated before a young lady, shirtless and on display for my hungry eyes. Sweat rolled down his defined back and coated his furrowed brows as he concentrated on getting a few curves right for the private tattoo he was giving a customer. He had that his signature scrunched up face that was too cute to resist. The customer in question was getting the tattoo of a heart pierced by an arrow on the top of her left breast.  'Ah, no wonder they're in the private room.' I thought to myself as I took a seat in the corner. A few minutes passed in relative silence until Zeke finally put the finishing touches on. "Ah, done!" He used a cloth that was conveniently placed to the side to wipe the sweat off his face. "This isn't your first rodeo, Liz. I believe I can leave the rest to you? I have a visitor." He threw a thumb my way. "Yeah, sure." She nodded with a strained smile. She then turned to me, "Hey Neo!" She waved. "Hey Liz. How are you?" I replied with a smile of my own. "Ah, I'm doing okay, thanks. Just gonna pick some ointment for the tattoo!" She gave me a thumbs up sign before walking out the door to probably pay for the ointment at the counter. I turned to Zeke with a toothy grin the moment she was out. He winked at me before walking to the door and flipping the lock on it. "Hey Neo, how's it going?" He wiggled his brows seductively as he took slow steps towards me. "Really, Zeke?" I quirked a brow. "C'mon babe, just one more time." He knelt before me, taking my hands into his. "Ugh. Fine, but just so you know, I do not want to have s*x in your tattoo chair." I stated decisively. "Alright, let's go upstairs." He smiled before getting up and leading me forward by the hand. He stopped for a moment and rushed back to unlock the door to the back room before he continued leading me upstairs. As soon as I stepped in through the door of his apartment, he pounced on me. His lips traced wet kisses down the side of my jaw, trailing down to my neck while one of his hands had already gone to cup the bulge in my jeans and the other was squeezing my ass. "Oh, Zeke... Take it easy." I moaned through gritted teeth. He palmed me through my jeans, making sure to rub up against me so I also felt his arousal. "I've been waiting all week for you. There's no way I'm taking it easy." He detached his mouth from my neck to speak, before attacking my lips. I parted them to make way for his tongue as he took over the kiss, exerting pure dominance. Truth be told, I also missed him. I missed his dominance, his vibe, his presence. There was something about being dominated by someone who possessed the right qualities that turned me on in a way nothing else would. Zeke broke the steamy kiss and ushered me back towards the large queen bed that was placed conveniently by the window.  With a soft thump, I fell onto the soft mattress, followed closely by Zeke who was clawing at my shirt. I hurriedly pulled them off, suddenly feeling the urge to have someone thrusting inside me. My hole clenched at the thought of Zeke's meaty length plunging into me, filling me up in ways no one else could. "Get the lube." I breathed out while pushing down my jeans. Zeke wasted no time, sliding open the bedside drawer and getting out a tube of lube and a condom. I plucked the condom from his grasp and threw it to the side. "Wha-?" Zeke had a dumbfounded look on his face as he looked between the discarded condom and my face. "Leave it. Let's go raw this time." As I said those words, it was like someone flipped a switch in Zeke. His thick member throbbed from underneath his briefs as he held me in his arms. I made quick work of the briefs, exposing his hard length before taking it in my hand. I pumped him for a few seconds before Zeke popped open the lube and poured it all over my hand and his member. His other hand inched toward my ass crack before I slapped it away. "It's fine. I'm already prepped." I whispered. "Just do it!" With a quick nod, Zeke positioned himself before my entrance and pushed in. "Oh s**t!" *** "Bye, Nick!" I stepped out of the 'Skulls n' Bones' with a bright smile on my face. I still hadn't gotten down from the high of having Zeke filling me up. If you asked me, I was drunk on his d**k. We had gone at it for almost two hours and only stopped because Zeke had another private tattoo session in about an hour's time, so he needed to rest. He offered to let me spend the night in his place, but I waved it off because if both of us slept in that bed together, then we were sure that we would be going another round. I hugged my Zeke's oversized hoodie closer to my body as I walked down the street. The temperature had gone down a few notched so Zeke borrowed me one of his hoodies. It was weird because we weren't together or anything, but I still liked it. I liked it, he liked it, the s*x was good as hell, no strings attached... I think. Well, I would say there were no strings attached on my side, but I don't know about his side. I know I told him it was just s*x, but sometimes, when he looked at me, I couldn't help but see something deeper... Well, we would talk about it some other time. Just as I walked past a small alleyway, the sound of a few dumpsters getting overturned echoed through the small alley. I stopped and peered in, despite my mind screaming at me not to. For all I knew, it could be a mugger trying his luck at an underage-looking guys(me). Just as I scrunched my eyes to take a closer look at the dumpster, a pair of bright violet eyes glared back out from the darkness.