Michael Broderick hottlead art

IT ALL STARTED INNOCENTLY ENOUGH...

Added 2025-01-12 16:48:35 +0000 UTC

I'd catch him looking at me whenever I'd cross the quad. He'd be mowing the lawn, trimming the hedges, weeding the flowerbeds, always in those tattered grey coveralls of his. No sleeves, the front unzipped to the point of indecency, and shiny from the work of the day. Damn, he was SO sexy!

He saw me reading under a tree, one afternoon, studying for an exam. He walked over, rake in hand, and casually mentioned that he had a few books back in his room that might help me with my test.

I swallowed hard at the idea of being alone with him, but shook it off as just him being friendly. I gathered up my things and followed him to the small building behind the dining hall where the school had set him up. It was bigger than it looked from the outside, but only just. Spare, almost monastic, with lots of light, at least a dozen crosses on the wall, and even part of an old church gate as decoration.

There was a small bench with a stack of books on it, clearly borrowed from the school library. He told me to help myself to whatever. And as I did, so did he... over, and over, and over again!

Needless to say, I did not pass my theology midterm.

HIS ROOM

digital illustration