Campus Cravings Off The Field: Volume Two
With football and soccer season over, these athletes need something else to warm their cold winter nights…
After spending the past eight years watching the man he loved die, Demitri Demakis is a changed man. No longer will he open himself to the hurt of losing someone.
Afraid to love again, Demitri leaves his home and job to start fresh in a small college town. When he locks eyes on Aaron Billings he knows he's in trouble. Aaron is a temptation that is hard to resist.
What do you do if you see a man so beautiful he takes your breath away? What do you do if that man is seventeen years younger than you are? What do you do when that man is the son of your best friend?
If you're Doctor Joe Pressman, you fight it like hell before succumbing to the once in a lifetime feeling.
General Release Date: 15th May 2008
Grabbing an ice cold beer out of the cooler, Demitri wandered over to the barbecue. It was an unseasonably warm day for this time of year. Demitri smiled to himself. Well at least that’s what everyone around him kept saying. He’d never been to Idaho in the fall before this year. He’d spent most of the past eight years in Greece, but he also had a New York apartment where he lived when he taught the odd class or two at NYU.
He’d left it all behind, Greece, New York, all because of a man.
Shaking his head, he found a seat on the patio.
So here he sat, in a lawn chair in Idaho, surrounded by a bunch of good-looking gay men, one in particular kept catching his eye. He’d told himself for the past couple of weeks not to follow through on his attraction to Soccer Coach, Aaron Billings, but damn. He watched Aaron move effortlessly through the crowd of people. Talking and laughing like he didn’t have a care in the world. It felt like a lifetime since he’d had that feeling.
They talked on the phone most evenings until the nightly news was over. They enjoyed discussing the sports segment before saying their goodbyes for the night. Demitri thought they did it more out of a sense of mutual loneliness than anything else. The problem was, the more he talked to Aaron, the more he liked him and he wasn’t ready.
So, as he watched Aaron mingle with his friends, he reminded himself of Basil, it seemed to help get his mind back on track. He felt a hand on his shoulder and looked up to see his brother, Theron standing over him.
“Someone sitting here?” he asked pointing to the empty chair beside Demitri.
“Does it look like someone’s sitting there?” he answered rolling his eyes. Theron was the family psychiatrist and he just loved to poke into people’s heads, which was exactly the reason he’d been avoiding him.
Settling into the seat, Theron eyed him a minute before the grin spread across his handsome face. “I just thought by the way you were laughing with that soccer guy earlier, maybe you were saving it for him.”
“We’re friends, and as you can see, he seems to make them easily,” Demitri gestured to the laughing crowd surrounding Aaron.
“Sorry to hear that. It was nice to see you laughing again.” Theron took a sip of iced tea, “So are you staying around here or are you coming back to New York?”
“I don’t know, I thought about asking Alec if there are any positions opening up at the college.” He looked at Theron. “We both know I don’t need to work to support myself financially, but I’ll never get out of this funk unless I find something to occupy my time.” He looked around the pretty yard. “Maybe I’ll buy a little house?”
Theron started laughing. “Really, Mr. High-Rise is going to buy a little house in the suburbs?” “Look around, Bean Head. Do you see any high-rises here? The whole damn town is a suburb.” He shrugged, “I like it, it’s peaceful.”
Shaking his head, Theron leaned forward and rested his arms on his knees. “Are you ever going to tell me what happened in Greece last year? You’ve spent every spare minute away from teaching there for the past eight years. Suddenly, you’re back and withdrawn. What happened eight months ago that caused you to drop out of life and hide away in Idaho?"
Haphazardly tossing the Saturday paper to the floor, Joe reached for the ringing phone. “Hello?”
“Hey, you got a minute?” Collin asked.
“You’re my best friend. Of course I have a minute. Great game by the way.”
“Thanks, Koby really pulled the team together.”
“He sure did. So what’s on your mind?” Joe stretched out on the sofa and looked at the hole in the toe of his sock. Damn, he really needed to do some laundry.
“I got home from the game and found Rocco sitting on my front steps with a suitcase in hand. I gather from what little he said that he wants to stay with me.”
“Why? What happened at home to make him leave without calling you first?” Collin had always been a long-distance father, only seeing Rocco a week or two a year. Joe didn’t think it was Rocco that kept Joe away, but his mother, Janie. From what little he’d heard, Janie had gone back to court several times over the years to increase the amount Collin paid in support.
“That’s just it. He won’t talk to me about it. All he asked was could he stay a while. I know it’s your day off, but I was wondering if you’d take him to a late lunch and get him to open up.”
The image of Rocco Williams sitting across from him had Joe’s cock filling in no time. Stop it, he thought and reached down to give his cock a good thump. “You know if I take him to lunch and he opens up, I can’t tell you about it.”
“Why the hell not, I’m his father.”
“If I talk to him in a professional capacity he will technically become a patient. I won’t break a patient’s trust, even for you.” He heard Collin grumbling under his breath. Joe could just picture him pacing back and forth, something Collin always did when he was worried.
“I just want to make sure he’s okay. Can you at least tell me that much after you talk to him?”
“I think so. I’ll have to tell Rocco I’m going to tell you how he is though.”
“Whatever, just come over when you can. He’s been sitting on the edge of the bed in the guestroom since he got here.”
Joe looked down at his faded jeans and old NCIU Bighorn’s sweatshirt. Not exactly professional attire but maybe it would help Rocco open up more if he was dressed casually. “I’ll be over in fifteen minutes.”
“Don’t mention it.” He hung up and went into the bathroom to brush his hair and teeth. Running the comb through his short brown hair took all of a second, but he got lost looking at himself in the mirror. It wasn’t out of conceit that he stared at his image, but rather disgust.
“You’re thirty-five fuckin’ years old, you pervert, stop thinking about an eighteen-year old boy."
The memory of his first meeting with Rocco clouded his vision. Joe had agreed to go with Collin the previous summer to the Casino where Rocco’s mother worked. Collin always stayed at the hotel next door when he came to town to see his son.
Joe remembered sitting in the lounge with Collin when he first laid eyes on Rocco. He’d seen several pictures of him, but nothing prepared him for meeting the man in person. All the air in the room seemed to vanish as he stared into the prettiest eyes he’d ever seen framed by the longest lashes in the world.
Collin stood to embrace his son before turning Rocco toward him. “Rocco, this is my good friend, Dr. Joe Pressman.”
Hesitantly, Rocco held out a slender bronzed hand. “Nice to meet you, Dr. Pressman.”
Joe took Rocco’s hand and watched as Rocco’s eyes instantly changed from their light brown shade to a green hue. The jolt of an insane amount of lust rushed straight to Joe’s cock, and he had to swallow before he could speak. “Please, call me Joe.”
Shaking his head, Joe looked at himself in the mirror. He knew that was the day his libido went dormant for any man who wasn’t Rocco. Ashamed of himself, Joe turned away from the mirror and walked back into the living room.
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