Campus Cravings: Forbidden Freshman

Excerpt From: Forbidden Freshman

Chapter One

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.”

“Thanks, buddy.”

“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.

Grabbing his keys from the small table beside the door, he locked up and got into his black Pontiac Crossfire. He knew owning a convertible wasn’t practical in that part of the country, but on the rare day when he could ride with the wind in his hair, it was worth it.

Collin lived only about three miles away, so he didn’t really have time to prepare himself like he should have. He was just going to have to figure out a way to help Rocco without giving his attraction to the eighteen-year-old away. “Yeah right,” he chuckled. “Unless you cut off your balls you’ll always want him.”

After parking his car, Joe headed up Collin’s front steps. Before he even had a chance to knock, Collin opened the door.

“Hey, glad you could do this for me,” Collin said, letting him inside.

“Not a problem. I was just relaxing.” He looked around the room. “Is he still in the bedroom?”