Lions of the Desert-Part 5

Lee blinked and felt pain.  He glimpsed gleaming white before his eyes were flooded with a flash of blinding stars.  A jarring THUNK rang in his ears.  And then, Lee was laying back in the grass again.

His body slid slightly down the bulging, blanket-draped mound of his bookbag, leaving his legs spread open in a lazy, irregular V.  His balls and taint were pointed slightly upward into the sunshine once more, though maybe a little more on display than before.

“Oww,” Lee said with a sigh.  He was pretty sure that out of all the things that could happen to him right then in that place, he had actually just been beaned by a frisbee. 

As if to punctuate its presence in the universe, the white, plastic disk rolled into view beside him.  The hard-rimmed toy was slightly bigger than Lee’s hand.  The frisbee’s momentum slowed, but not before its curving course brought it right to him…again.  Lee watched it tap against his side, a touch more gentle than its initial impact on his forehead.  He spotted gold lettering etched into the frisbee’s top.  Between the sunlight glinting off the disk and the angle Lee was holding his neck, it was practically impossible for him to see what was so glamorously spelled out.

“Fantastic,” Lee said quietly, letting out a slow breath.

The stillness of the remote place returned with the moment of alarming excitement over.  If it wasn’t for the endless miles of dry terrain or the small, throbbing welt forming in the middle of his forehead, Lee could almost feel as if he were back at home in Harper.  But this wasn’t his grandparent’s small farm.  His hometown was far away beyond the desert expanse.  And-stupidly-that spot on his head really hurt!

Lee closed his eyes.  He was trying to will that painful spot on his forehead to go away.  He could do with one less embarrassing thing to have to explain today.  Lee scrunched his face, closing his eyes even tighter.  He might as well try to will the day to go away, to make the world spin backward a dozen hours to that moment in the gas station when a boy named Anthony approached his table.

“Was it really a mistake,” Lee asked outloud.  “Am I being punished for what we did…what I did?”

He felt the warm breeze brush against his balls.  “Right,” Lee said to himself.  “Consequences.”  It was a word his grandparents had used often.  He could always hear his grandfather’s voice when Lee saw or thought of the word.

“Maybe I shouldn’t have come out here at all.  Maybe I should have just ignored that letter.  Maybe I should have just stayed in Harper.  I could have found a job, took care of the house and the field.”

The warm air moved around Lee some more.  The silence of the place was suddenly everywhere.  Even the birdsongs seemed to have faded someplace far away.

“Tell me what to do,” Lee said, hearing his own words above a low whine that hovered at the edge of his hearing.  Lee was trying to imagine his grandmother’s face, the way she looked at him when he had asked a question he probably already knew the answer to.  Except, he wasn’t sure what the answer was.  He had no idea where or how to proceed from that grassy spot.  “What am I supposed to do?  There’s nobody to help me.”

“’Scuse me.”

Lee’s heart leapt into his throat.

“Ya’ know, I’d like to say I’m certain I’d seen that hole before.  But that would be wrong.  And I don’t like to be wrong.  What I can say for certain is that you, my young friend, appear to be in what I would confidently call a predicament.”

Lee lifted his head as the smooth, mellow voice spoke across the breeze.  He felt a rush  of mixed emotions at the sight before him.  That sight, specifically, was the confident, thirty-four-year-old Edward Martin.  His lean six foot, two inch tall frame was leaning slightly forward in the driver’s seat of an idling golf cart.  He had one tanned, muscled arm resting on the steering wheel.  The other was bent across the back of the padded bench he was sitting on while he studied the half-naked boy in the grass.

It took Lee a long moment to notice his smile.  It was charming and gentle, as if Edward were simultaneously amused and curious about the unexpected spectacle that was Lee Ogden’s current state of being.  It had been a minute because Lee was distracted by the fact this extremely handsome man was almost as naked as Lee himself.  He was shirtless, revealing a very tanned upper body that was toned without being a mountain range of muscles.  Thin curls of fine, golden hair dusted the sweat-dampened landscape of his chest and abdomen.  He had the same color hair on his arms and long, lithe legs.  His eyes were hidden behind red-rimmed sunglasses that matched his very short burgundy shorts.

Lee was staring.  His cheeks were already warm from the late morning sun.  But when he saw Edward’s eyebrows raise expectantly, Lee felt himself blush hotly.  He tried to speak.  His voice cracked and croaked in his throat.  Lee coughed, embarrassed, then tried again.  “A predicament?”

Edward held his smile.  “It’s a technical term.  Best way to describe…all of that,” he said, gesturing with a quick wave of his hand at the state of Lee.

Lee looked down at himself.  “Yeah.  I guess you’re not wrong.  It’s…kind of a long story.”

“Oh, without doubt,” Edward said with a chuckle.  “But, uh, I do have two questions.  And one of them is very important.”

Lee looked up at the handsome man in the golf cart again.  He couldn’t help but take note of how youthful Edward’s angular jaw and cheeks looked, or the way his short curls of copper-colored hair glistened in the sunlight.  “Ye…Yes?”

Edward turned his body, letting one his long, tanned legs extend out of the golf cart.  “First question.  Again…very important.  Did you happen to see a white frisbee with gold lettering on top fly this way?”

Lee stared at the man.  He let the question hang in the air.  Without showing any emotion on his face, Lee held up the plastic disk in question.

“Ahh,” Edward said excitedly, practically jumping out of the cart.  The distance between the edge of the grass where he had parked the little vehicle and where Lee was half laying, holding the frisbee above his head, was no more than a dozen casual steps.  Edward closed that distance instantly.

“Thank you,” he said, taking the frisbee from Lee.  He shook his head as he studied the toy.  Edward turned slightly toward the golf cart.  “I found it, Bruiser!  I told you you’d miss that shot!  That’s a penalty!”

Lee squinted reflexively each time Edward shouted at the distant trees.  It was the same place the frisbee had appeared from.  “I told him he’d miss,” Edward said again, smiling as he turned back to face Lee.

“That’s a matter of perspective.”  Lee pointed toward the welt on his sun-kissed and sweaty forehead.

“Oh.  Oof.”  Edward put his hands on his hips.  The frisbee was still clutched in his left hand.  The short burgundy shorts were doing nothing to make subtle the shape of Edward’s ample package.  “Hmm, I guess it’s two penalties then.  That is a perfect example of why he call him Bruiser.”

“I think I’m just glad to know you weren’t yelling that to a dog.”

Edward laughed.  “His parents call him Samuel.  Students call him Professor Phan…at least to his face.”  Lee thought he saw Edward wink at that statement.

“He’s a professor?”

“Esteemed professor of calculus and differential equations.”

Lee looked away from Edward.  His eyes fixed on the blacktop of the narrow road that swept and bent away off to his left.  “Is he a professor at Desert Hill University,” Lee asked hesitantly.

Edward smiled.  Lee felt himself blush again.  The older man gave off no air of mocking or judgement.  There was an unquestionable genuineness that radiated from his gorgeous body.  Edward moved his left arm, revealing the front of the frisbee to Lee.

D H U.  Lee could clearly see the bold, gothic font of the glistening letters etched a millimeter into the disk’s surface.  He chuckled.

“The one and only,” Edward said brightly.  “Is this where you’re supposed to be, my friend?”

Lee smiled with a relief he didn’t bother to explain just then.  “Yes.”  He was certain of his answer now.  His grandmother probably knew he would be.

“Great!  Freshman?”

Lee nodded.  “Yes, sir.”

“Psh. You can forget about that sir business right now.  I have not been able to successfully avoid major responsibility by being called sir at this point in my life.

“Oh,” Lee said uncertainly.

“Name’s Edward.  But, with certain exceptions, only my mother calls me Edward and only when she’s about to smack me upside the back of the head.  So, it’s Eddy the rest of the time.”

“Eddy.  Okay,” said Lee, trying to get comfortable with calling an adult by their first name.

“Which brings us, officially, to my original question number two.  Who are you, my semi-naturist friend?”

“My name is Lee Ogden,” he answered, extending a hand up toward Eddy.

Eddy obliged the gesture.  “Lee Ogden.  Lee…O,” Eddy said, somewhat to himself.  “Lee O.  I kinda like that.  Leo of the lions.  It’s gonna stick, ya’ know.”

“It is?”

Eddy chuckled confidently.  “Oh yeah.”  He gripped Lee’s hand tighter, not having yet let it go.  “Here, come on,” Eddy said, pulling Lee upright onto his bare feet.

“See,” Eddy pointed, turning Lee around to face the other side of the broad, grassy triangle.

The lush green spot was an oversized median dividing the narrow road into an entry and exit section.  It was mostly flat and empty except for the large, rectangular, stone sign near its center.  Big, bronze letters declared DESERT HILL UNIVERSITY.  Immediately below the school’s name was a plaque bolted into the smooth, thick rock that read Where the Lions Come Home to Shape the Future.

“Oh,” said Lee, taking it all in.

“So, ya’ know you’re a couple days early, right?”

Lee turned back around to face the handsome Eddy again.  “What do you mean?”

“Well, there’s still no one really here.  Myself, some of the administration, a few of the professors and…oh!  A handful of grad students.  The rest of the teachers won’t be getting here until tomorrow along with some of the upper classmen.  Most everyone else, especially the freshman class, won’t be here until Saturday.  That’s when this hilltop ghost town will really come to life!”

Lee furrowed his brow.  “That’s-Wait!  I have a letter!”

Lee practically jumped at his bookbag still draped and tangled in his dark, fleece blanket.  He stood bent over as he uncovered the bulging backpack, stood it upright, then opened one of the deep center pockets.  The entire time he absentmindedly kept his bare rear end pointed directly at Edward.  Eddy didn’t try to keep himself from staring.  Instead, he drank in the visage of beautiful, eighteen-year-old boy ass unabashedly.  He studied the curve of each smooth, nearly hairless cheek, the way Lee’s skin went from a pale cream color to a peachy kind of pink in the long, shallow grove between the rounded muscles.  Eddy consciously licked is lips when Lee bent forward just a degree more to dig deeper into his bag.  The subtle shift in Lee's posture put his tight, virgin hole in clear view of Eddy’s eyes. The already tight fabric of Eddy's dark red shorts was getting tense as his soft shaft began to firm excitedly.

“Hmmm,” Eddy hummed pleasantly to himself.  He wondered what that delicate, little spot tasted like.  He salivated at the thought of his tongue touching the sweat-glistened taint and making long, slow swirls toward the puckered entrance of the boy’s core.

“Got it,” Lee exclaimed, standing upright and holding a slightly wrinkled envelope out toward Eddy.

“Yes, you do,” Eddy said with smirk and tilt of his head.

“Huh,” Lee asked, not sure what Eddy said or meant.

“Your letter,” Edward replied without missing a beat.

“Oh, right.  Yes!  It said for me to be here between the fourteenth and fifteenth.  Here, see for yourself.”

Edward did as Lee said.  Removing the all-too-familiar paper stock from the thin envelope, Eddy unfolded the document.  Lee watched the man’s turquoise eyes scan over the half page of neatly printed text.  Lee also took the moment to breathe in the heady combination of body wash and suntan lotion that mixed with a hint of the sheen of sweat covering Eddy’s skin.  Lee’s own eyes had begun to travel down Edward’s toned chest.  His breathing grew quicker as he imagined his young, nervous hand caressing through the light layer of golden hair that ran down the front of Eddy’s torso and into his short, bulging red shorts.

“Well, alight then,” Eddy said.

Lee’s chin snapped up, startled.

Eddy noticed and smiled to himself.  “I guess we need to get you to the administration office.”

He handed the letter back to Lee then looked the eighteen-year-old up and down.  “But maybe we’ll let you…uhh…change clothes first.”

Lee’s expression drooped.  “I…I can’t.  My clothes are gone.”

Edward cocked an eyebrow.  “Gone?  Where’d they go?”

“Wherever that bus was heading,” Lee exclaimed, pointing at the empty highway.  “When the bus driver threw me off he didn’t let me get my suitcase.”

Eddy put his hands on his hips again.  He leaned back slightly, taking in the full view of young Lee.  “Thrown off, huh?  Lookin’ at your shirt there, I guess it had something to do with whatever fun you were having during the trip.”

Lee looked down at himself.  His tank top was stained with the crusty remnants of his breathtaking orgasm from the previous night.  Lee felt his cheeks redden and burn from a new wave of embarrassment.

“You can say that’s just donut glaze.  But don’t think for a minute that I’ll believe you.”

Lee nodded, continuing to blush.  “Noted.”

Eddy clapped his hands.  “Right!  Come on, sailor.  Grab yer gear and let’s see if we can’t make you a little more presentable.  First impressions and all.  They’ll be glad to know you’re excited to be here at D.H.U.  But the dried remains of your special sauce might be something to save and show off after classes start.”

Lee laughed.  “Thank you for your help.”

Eddy’s eyebrows arched as he sat down on the bench of the golf cart again.  He turned to watch Lee.  Either the kid didn’t know he had an erection, or he didn’t care.  Either way, Eddy couldn’t keep his gaze off the seven beautiful inches of steely pink flesh sticking out from below the teen’s tank top.  Eddy didn’t stop himself from rubbing the length of his own hardening manhood as he said, and truly meant in every way, “Always happy to lend a hand.”

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