Chapter 3
ETHAN.
I wasn't planning to message Doctor Jeffery, but I couldn't help it…
After I left his office earlier today, I went back to school like nothing happened, then came home. But the truth is everything he said, everything he did in that office, stayed in my mind. It clung to me like perfume I couldn't wash off. The way he looked at me, the way his words slid into my mind… they left me aching even when I tried to fight it.
At home, the house was quiet. My mom wasn't back like she had said and as for my dad, no way he was coming back home except he had whatever contract. It's a billionaire contract he's been fighting for two months now. My sister would rather be at work, working her ass off to prove to my dad she can become the CEO of one of his companies. In the Wilson family, there is no love, just everyone fighting for a place in one of the companies. As for me, I have no interest.
I felt so restless. I thought maybe I'd just shower, do my thing, and sleep early, but instead, my cravings only got worse.
Usually, sleep vanishes from my eyes around 4am in the morning because of my usual wet dreams, but now, it wasn't even 10pm and I was awake.
I hadn't been asleep for an hour before I woke up trembling, my body screaming for release.
I tried distracting myself since then, reading, walking around the room, even exercising like Doctor Jeffery suggested. At first, I thought it worked, but the heat in my body just kept coming back stronger.
So I ran a second bath, hoping the cold water would calm me. But instead, in the bathroom, as the water came in contact with my body, I started to imagine Doctor Jeffery right there with me, his breath warm against my ear. My eyes shut on their own and it was as if his hands were on my body, pressing against my chest, squeezing my dick softly. I bit down on my lower lip, a mo@n escaping without my permission. The way his words echoed in my mind didn't help at all...
"You'll be back. Your type always come back to the one who knows how to break them properly."
Those words kept repeating inside me, and I hated how much I wanted him to break me. That was why I ended up messaging him.
I waited, staring at the screen after the message had long showed 'read' but there was no reply.
"Is he joking with me?" I whispered, biting my lip.
Frustrated, I opened one of those short forbidden gay p0rn videos I kept hidden even though I'm intrigued to see what's happening. The loud mo@n of a boy filled my room, and instantly my thighs clenched as I became hard. I tried to resist, but my body betrayed me and my hand moved on its own.
I stared at my fingers, trembling. Slowly I rubbed my dick, moaning as Doctor Jeffery's words filled my ears.
'Does he touch your dick?'
'Does he open your legs...'
That was it….
A shaky moan escaped me just by doing that. Then I rubbed faster, precum leaking from my dick but I continued going.
Another soft mo@n escaped my mouth.
At first, I started slowly, moving my hand slowly, but it didn't feel like enough. My chest rose and fell quickly, but my frustration grew. I wasn't doing it right. So I closed my eyes and decided to imagine it wasn't my hand...it was his. Doctor Jeffery's hands. His long s£xy hands had caught my attention the instant I stepped into his office and I knew those hands knew exactly where to touch.
My head tilted back, lips parting as I quickened my pace. The thought of him being the one touching me, giving me a handjob made me lose control.
"Jeff...ery…" I whispered before I even knew I had said his name.
My breath grew faster...this was wrong for a good boy like me. It was shameful, but it felt so good..
A knock at my door froze me.
"Ethan?"
My mom's voice.
I froze, my whole body tensing. I pulled my hand away immediately, rushing into the bathroom to wash myself. My heart raced so fast I thought it would explode. After cleaning up, I rushed to my desk and flipped open my books.
When I opened the door, my mom stood there, strict as always, her eyes sharp as if they could see right through me.
"Mom, you're back," I said, trying not to sound nervous. My voice was shaky, but I prayed she didn't notice.
Instead of answering, her eyes looked past me, straight to my desk.
"I was reading," I explained quickly.
She said nothing for a long second, then her tone softened just a little. "We'll talk tomorrow, then."
I nodded fast. "Goodnight, Mom."
She smiled faintly. "Improve your grades, it's not good enough. Even your sister did better when she was your age," kissed my forehead before walking away.
The moment the door closed, I let out a deep, shaky breath, my whole body trembling. I wasn't just scared of my mom....I was disappointing her. For always comparing me with others. Always wanting me to be the perfect innocent son of the Wilson family.
I was tired of faking it. Tired of pretending I didn't want what I wanted. Tired of living two lives, not doing what I want. Deep down....I craved exposure. I wanted a boyfriend or a girlfriend. I wanted friends. I wanted s£x.
I was tired of hiding who I really was… but I also knew there was nothing I could openly do about it.
With a slow sigh, I went back to my bed, trying to calm my restless thoughts. And just then...my phone vibrated.
It was a message from Doctor Jeffery.
"Even a handjob can't satisfy you."
I stared at the text, my brows raising. That was all he wrote. It looked like he was mocking me, as if he knew what I just did.
Which I'm pretty sure he knows.
"This man…" I whispered. "He's a psycho."
He wasn't helping me, he was making things worse.
I threw the phone aside and went to my desk. "The only way to stop these dreams," I muttered, "is not to sleep. Final."
So I buried myself in my books, forcing my eyes to stay on the pages.
But even then, my fingers tingled...And his words wouldn't leave me.
….
The next morning, I was already dressed, though my body still felt heavy from lack of sleep. The dreams had chased me into waking, as always.
Mom sat in the living room with a book in her hand, her back straight and stiff like a judge waiting for the guilty to show up. I greeted her softly, but she didn't answer. She just glanced at me, then went back to her reading.
We stayed silent through breakfast. When I finished eating, I cleared my plate into the sink and slowly sat down beside her.
"Mom… I'm about to leave for class, but you said you wanted to discuss something with me."
She closed her book slowly, almost dramatically, and looked at me. "Where were you yesterday morning? I heard you skipped two classes."
My heart skipped. How did I forget that Mom had eyes everywhere when it came to school?
"I wasn't feeling well, so I went to the hospital," I said carefully.
Her eyes narrowed. "Mrs. Colbert said you never showed up."
I blinked. Mrs. Colbert was our family doctor, the one Mom insisted was my only option whenever I fell sick.
"I..."
"I hope you're not trying to lie, Ethan, and disgrace this family?"
I looked at her, trying to stay calm so she wouldn't know how I was feeling.
"Lying is like ink spilled across a clean page. You skip one class, then another, and soon your chapters are full of blanks. And once a book is ruined... it's useless." She said then faced me properly.
"Ethan, where were you?" She asked again..
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Tbc