The Disciple

Caleb sighed and looked up from the book he had been reading, wondering how late it had become. He'd been sitting at a tiny study desk in the third floor stacks of his university library for hours, mindlessly scanning the pages of some religious history volume he had found cited in the research of another scholar writing on ancient pagan rituals. He had been hoping to find a last bit of evidence to include in his nearly complete master's thesis, but so far he'd found nothing useful.

In his final year of master's studies in world religions, Caleb was looking forward to taking some time off from school. At 28 years of age--23 of which he'd spent in some kind of formal education--he figured he was due for a break. He was committed to taking a year off before applying for PhD programs next fall.

He checked his phone. Fuck, it's already past 2:00 am, he thought. He absentmindedly opened up Grindr to see whether any gays were hanging around nearby. Usually, only undergrads with papers due the next morning could be found this late in the library, but since it was a Friday night it seemed like no one was nearby. Caleb spent a few minutes looking at his own profile. He was thin, pale-skinned, and tall, with curly red hair and lots of freckles. He liked how he looked, but was always wishing he had some time to spend in the gym or something to add a little meat to his lithe frame. He flipped through his profile pics. His face shot looked good; he always liked how his prominent chin and cheekbones framed his face. Another pic was your garden-variety naked torso pic. It showed off a decent six pack and his smooth chest. Caleb figured he should probably update that one soon; he'd gotten his nipples pierced months ago and they were finally healed enough to show off. His last pic was his favorite--not because it was a particularly great one or anything--it was from a beach trip he and some friends took last summer. He'd cropped them all out, but Caleb liked his broad smile and the way the sun caught his bright blue eyes. The pic also showed off his ample dick print. Caleb's favorite feature about himself was his cock. He was a shower, uncut, and veiny as hell. Soft, it hung fat and long at a solid six inches over his big, loose balls. Hard, it was about 7.5 inches long and wide enough that he couldn't fit his hand around it. Caleb had a bit of an exhibitionist streak. He liked wearing grey sweatpants and gym shorts and skinny jeans that showed off how much he was packing.

Putting his phone away, Caleb turned back to the stack of books at his desk. None of these are going to be super helpful, he thought to himself. Oh well, it's way past time for bed anyway. I should go home.

Caleb put the stack of books on a cart by the wall and began making his way through the winding bookcases in the direction of the door. An old, tattered book caught his eye as he passed by; the title was in Latin. Caleb was better at Greek and Hebrew than Latin, but he knew enough to make out a phrase referring to sex cults of the ancient world. Intrigued, he picked the book up.