Shic’s apartment was a sight to behold, a veritable shrine dedicated to the philosophical musings of Jean-Paul Partre. Books upon books lined the walls, floor-to-ceiling shelves filled to the brim with the weighty tomes of the French existentialist. Shic, the shy intern, was engrossed in one such book when his friend Colen burst through the door.
Colen was a burly, jovial 20-year-old, a stark contrast to the quiet, reserved Shic. He was taken aback by the sight of the shrine-like apartment, his eyes widening as he took in the sheer volume of books.
“Shic, my man, what’s with the library?” Colen boomed, a grin splitting his face.
Shic looked up, his eyes flickering with a mix of embarrassment and annoyance. “It’s not a library, Colen. It’s my apartment.”
Colen chuckled, stepping further into the room. He reached out to touch one of the books, but Shic flinched, his eyes narrowing.
“Careful,” Shic warned, his voice low. “Those are sacred texts.”
Colen raised an eyebrow, his grin never faltering. “Sacred texts, huh? And here I thought they were just books.”
He experimentally stroked the book’s cover, his fingers brushing against the worn leather. Shic squirmed, a soft gasp escaping his lips. Colen’s grin widened, a spark of intrigue in his eyes.
“What was that?” he asked, his voice low.
Shic shook his head, his cheeks flushing. “Nothing.”
Colen didn’t believe him. He could see the way Shic’s eyes had darkened, the way his breath had hitched. He realized the power he held and decided to use it to wean Shic off his obsession with Partre.
He started by massaging Shic’s shoulders, his strong hands kneading the tense muscles. He whispered reassurances, telling Shic that human connection was better than a book. Shic, though still fixated on the books, couldn’t deny the pleasure Colen’s touch brought.
Colen, noticing Shic’s arousal, started to masturbate him, all the while whispering sweet nothings. Shic, torn between his love for Partre and the pleasure Colen gave him, started to respond. Colen, seeing Shic’s responsiveness, increased his pace, urging Shic to let go of his obsession.
Shic, his mind a whirl of Partre’s words and Colen’s touch, finally gave in to the pleasure. Colen, satisfied with his success, slowed down, whispering that this was just the beginning.
Shic, still dazed, looked at his books, but this time, he saw them differently. They were no longer sacred texts, but mere objects, incapable of giving him the pleasure Colen just had.
Colen, sensing Shic’s change, smiled, knowing he’d made a dent in Shic’s obsession. As Colen left, he reminded Shic that he was always there, ready to help him break free from his obsession.
And as Shic watched him go, he couldn’t help but feel a spark of hope. Maybe, just maybe, he could break free from his obsession. But for now, he was content to bask in the pleasure Colen had given him.
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