"Who is there!"
Beau heard the voice and it sounded deep; however, due to the pitter-patter of what most likely was rain, he could not say that he recognized it.
"Help me!" Beau screamed, throwing his body against the side of the metal bin. "Please.." His voice seemed to become a whisper, as he struggled to breathe. Oh no, he thought to himself. The oxygen level was dropping, and he felt he would suffocate from the stench.
Before the darkness fully took him over, he thought he glimpsed a light and his professor? The darkness took him, and he fell unconscious.
Bernardo had heard a voice that seemed to have come from his garbage bin, which was on the side wall closer to the gate, so he would remember to take it to the road.
His home was a bit scary on the outside, all black everything, and he had built a rock wall encasing it with his gothic looking gate just this past summer. If no one could tell, he obviously liked the color black.
Upon examining the bin, a heavy stone had been laid on it. What the hell? He took the stone off the top and had to really pull on it to open it. His muscles strained against the tight wet shirt he wore, and he felt sticky. Annoyed with the feeling of being stuck, he took his shirt off, tossed it to the side and finally got the top off.
Bernardo observed the one kid from his class. Beau. His eyes were slightly opened and then closed. He looked dirty and pale. Then it dawned on him. This must have been what had happened when he heard that Tyler kid talking.
Bernardo grabbed the kid up and held him bridal style. Wow he's light. Bernardo looked down and observed a small reddish purple mark decorating Beau's cheek. He carried Beau to his garage, where his door slightly went up, so he could just duck in.
Due to the pouring rain, him and Beau were completely soaked. He lightly took Beau's flannel off and tossed it in the basket he had near the door. He had put the basket there for the times he gets stuck in the rain, while riding.
Bernardo observed Beau's chest, which rose from his breathing. Good he was alive. Beau's nipples poked through his shirt from the breeze of Bernardo's A/C. He could feel Beau's body shivering, so quickly, he removed Beau's shirt and soaked pants. Luckily Bernardo's upper body had shielded Beau's pants enough that the wetness did not go through to his boxers. Beau was so frail looking, as if he was a woman. He observed a faint bruising on Beau's stomach area and what looked like faint scarring near his ribs that looked to continue around to his back.
Bernardo traced the scar, glanced at Beau's tight boxers and looked away. His face growing warm. What the hell is he getting worked up about. He wrapped Beau's body up in one of the towels he had on the shelf next to the door. Damn he's going to have to get his floor wet, he thought since he could not take his own pants off, while holding him the way he was.
Huffing, Bernardo walked into the house and placed Beau on his reclining chair. He quickly walked over to his thermostat and changed his A/C to heat.
Bernardo's home may look oldish and scary on the outside, but inside was modernized. His garage was attached to a mud room, where he kept all his biker gear, which was then attached to his recreational room, where he had laid Beau.
The rec room was littered with beer cans from his late night craze. His black wraparound sectional stood in the middle of the floor, while the recliner was on the left side with his 75" flat screened T.V on the wall ahead. His video games, and porn CDs were laid on top of his deep cherry entertainment stand with a fireplace under it and his panther rug lay in front of the sectional. One the walls were multiple different posters of hot girls on bikes in bikinis. This room is Bernardo's playroom, which is exactly why he had to put Beau on the recliner instead of the couch. The kid didn't need to be subjected to his couch of love, though he always made sure to deep clean it every time. Sadly, it had been a pretty long time since he's used it.
Bernardo walked back to the garage, undressed, threw his wet clothes into the basket and wrapped a towel around his waist. Bernard walked back into the room and began to clean up a bit. Don't want this kid to think any less of him since he was a professor and all. As Bernardo came back into the room from taking the garbage out, Beau had begun to stir. Bernardo paused. Shit. He didn't put on clothes yet.
His head. Beau squeezed his eyes, as the the events of what happened came crashing. He shot up. Where the hell was he?! Beau noticed he was wearing a towel and briefly looked under it sighing in relief that he had still had his boxers on.
Beau looked around and noticed a bunch of women in bikinis on motorcycles hung all over the wall, he even noticed porn cds thrown around. As he continued to look around, he noticed a man wearing only a towel. Beau observed tattoos lining on every inch of skin.
Who the hel- Then he made eye contact. Professor Bowman!? He was very close to him at this point
"Uh... I'm so sorry!" Beau blabbed, scrambling up from the chair. He accidentally tripped forward from the reclining part of the chair and tried to catch himself. Instead, strong arms wrapped around him with his head falling onto the professors mid area. The professor seemed like double his size, as he towered him. Heat rose to his cheeks as he took in the professors musk of cinnamon and coffee bean,
"Woah there," Bernardo said, " You have to be careful."
Bernardo steadied him on his feet. Beau's face was beat red, and he could not look at him. Bernardo observed Beau hide behind his hair. He was so tiny, Bernardo thought. His mind started going through to dirty thoughts of grabbing Beau's hair back to make him look at him, and he had to wipe them away. Jeesh this not having Sex thing would make him fuck anyone.
Bernardo stepped back. "I threw your clothes in the wash. You can either chill here until it dries, or I can probably get you something, but it will probably be really big."
Beau's deep grey eyes were wide. He was taking in Bernardo's appearance and just couldn't believe how many tattoos he had. "Uh..Um.. if you don't mind me staying for my clothes. I don't want to be more of an inconvenience than I already am." Beau sighed bringing his hand to twirl a strand of his hair. Whenever Beau got really nervous, he would always do this.
"Not a problem." Bernardo said. He did not want to give his clothes up anyways. Bernardo walked out and went to switch his washed clothes to the dryer.
"Give it about 45 minutes, and you should be all good. You can relax on the chair. The remote is on the table, if you feel like watching anything. Do not sit on the couch." Bernardo explained, "I am going to go take a shower and get cleaned up. If you get thirsty, there is a mini fridge on the other side of the entertaiment stand. I'd get you something to eat, but I haven't shopped in a while."
"Thank you." Beau exclaimed and watched as Bernardo walked off.
Beau grabbed a water from the mini fridge and began to take sips while lounging in the chair. He wondered what could be on T.V. And grabbed the remote.
Bernardo took out his man bun, hopped in the shower and ended up having to make it a lukewarm almost cold shower. Putting his hands on the wall, he let the water hit his back, his hair slid forward and had gone down to almost his stomach area. He might need a trim, he thought. He grabbed the soap and began lathering himself. Pictures of Beau's naked body flickered through his mind. Fuck. What the hell is he thinking about. He could feel himself getting hard. One thing about him is that he has very little self control. He grabbed himself into his hand and began stroking up and down. He pictured his girlfriend, however it would keep flicking back to Beau. This irritated him, but he was so bound up that he just said fuck it and jerked himself faster. He imagined himself flicking his girlfriends nipples, which ended in an image of Beau moaning from it. FUCK. He blew his load into the drain.
What the actual fuck is wrong with him. He really needed to go get laid whether it be his girlfriend or some other bitch. He finished cleaning up and got out. Wrapping his towel around him, he went to exit the room but stopped in his track, when he heard what sounded like loud female moaning. Oh shit! He forgot to take his porn CD out of the DVD player and switch it back to the TV!