someone's gaze

When he opened them, he caught the gaze of a new worker, a young man named Elian, whose eyes held a different kind of interest—less mocking and more...curious.

Elian's gaze lingered on James's nakedness, taking in the sculpted lines of his body with an appreciative eye. James felt exposed in a way that had nothing to do with his lack of clothing.

"You're the new one, right?" James asked, his voice hoarse from the dust.

Elian nodded, his gaze lingering on James's flushed cheeks and the sheen of sweat that coated his muscular form. "Elian," he murmured, extending a hand that was equally as calloused as James's own.

James took it, the firm grip sending a jolt of electricity through him. "I've seen you around," he said, his voice betraying his sudden nerves. "But I didn't know you worked here."

Elian's smile was slow and easy, a stark contrast to the harsh environment that surrounded them. "Just started," he said. "Seemed like an interesting place to work." His eyes flicked down to James's cock, which hadn't wilted.

"It's...different," James said, his voice trailing off.

Elian's smile grew. "That's one way to put it," he said. "But I can see it's not all bad for you." He nodded towards James's erection, which hadn't gone unnoticed.

James felt a flush of embarrassment creep up his neck, but there was something about Elian's openness that made it difficult to lie. "It's...complicated," he admitted, his eyes dropping to the ground.

Elian stepped closer, the heat from his body almost a tangible ****. "I can imagine," he said, his voice low and intimate.

James's breath hitched, his hand dropping to cover his erection. "I just...it's the adrenaline, from the work."

Elian's smile grew, his eyes dark with understanding. "Or maybe it's the thrill of being the only one without anything to hide."

James's cock twitched at the words, and he couldn't help the wave of arousal that washed over him. It was true; the idea of being on display, of being the object of desire, was a heady one.

"Maybe," he said, his voice a mere breath.

"It's alright, James," Elian whispered, his eyes never leaving James's. "I'm not looking to get you in trouble.

James felt his heart pounding in his chest, his cock pulsing with every beat. He knew what Elian was hinting at, and part of him was intrigued, but he had to be careful. He took a deep breath and stepped back, putting some distance between them.

"I-I can't," he stammered, his voice thick with lust and fear. "We're not supposed to...you know."

Elian's eyes searched James's, a flicker of understanding passing through them. "I get it."

James nodded, his eyes flickering with something that could have been regret. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice thick with unspoken words. "But let's just keep it professional, okay?"

Elian's smile didn't falter, but his eyes grew serious. "Of course," he said, his hand dropping to his side.

James frowned, his heart racing. He was, in a deserted quarry with a rock-hard cock and a burning curiosity for the man before him.

"I know the rules," Elian said, his voice low and soothing. "And I respect them.”

James swallowed hard, his eyes darting around the quarry. The other workers had returned to their stations, the moment between them lost in the cacophony of grinding stone and diesel engines. James's hand still cupping his erection, as if to hide it from view.

Elian's smile didn't waver, but his eyes grew gentle. "It's alright," he said, his voice soothing. "I'm not trying to push you into anything you don't want.”

With a sigh, James turned his attention back to his work, trying to ignore the persistent throb in his cock. The rest of the day passed in a blur of sweat and stone, the sting in his ass a constant reminder of his punishment. The other workers had returned to their tasks, their snickers and leers now a familiar backdrop to his labor.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in shades of purple and orange, Mr. Gravel called an end to the day. The workers grumbled and stretched, their eyes lingering on James as he gathered his tools and began to make his way home. The cool evening air kissed his sweat-soaked body, sending shivers down his spine.

James's thoughts swirled with the events of the day. The punishment, the whispers, Elian's knowing smile—it was all too much. He had to get out of there, to escape into the relative normalcy of school and his after-school volunteer work. But even that had taken a peculiar turn recently.