Chapter 72
Then Lucas flipped Shaun over and positioned him on all fours on the edge of the twin bed. He buried his dick in Shaun’s ass, Shaun’s head snapping up at the shock of what appeared to be a rough entry.
Lucas growled. “Damn, what a tight ass you’ve got, Shaun.”
Shaun looked back over his shoulder at the man penetrating him and made a hushing sound, imploring him to keep quiet and not wake me up. Lucas paid him no heed and started grunting with each thrust.
“This is amazing,” Lucas said. “Now I know why Jason was bragging about every time he fucked you.”
Shaun tried to suppress a moan.
“Don’t squirm so much. Let me all the way in,” Lucas said.
“Please, can we do it on my back?” Shaun whispered.
“No way,” Lucas said. “Your rump is so round and perfect. I have to watch it get fucked doggy.”
Shaun did his best to stifle his moans for my sake while Lucas rammed in and out. I was fascinated and soon I no longer pretended to sleep. Their coupling struck me as rough and crude, as something from a nature show. Even in the dim light I could see Shaun’s face was red with embarrassment, but Lucas’s frenzied thrusts were unstoppable.
Eventually, Lucas came with a guttural roar. I noticed Shaun did not, but Lucas didn’t seem to care. He merely dressed and left, still breathing fast. I felt surprised and confused to find I had a slight erection myself. Other than porn videos, I’d never seen other people have sex. I had no idea the act could be so wild and tumultuous in real life.
The next day I relaxed in the quad near the chemistry building, enjoying the California sunshine and sitting close enough to Lucas and his friend, Martin, to eavesdrop. Shaun walked by in drawstring shorts and a tight t-shirt that showed off the muscles he’d developed. From their conversation, I learned I’d been correct. Shaun was a member of Fonseca College’s swim team.
“He always smells so good, and he doesn’t wear cologne,” Lucas said, watching the shift of Shaun’s backside. “It’s intoxicating. Sometimes I feel like I almost have to bite him because inhaling his scent isn’t enough.”
That struck me as intriguing. I had noticed Shaun often had a nice smell, at least for a guy, and I had thought it was some kind of soap or aftershave. Could it be a naturally occurring chemical?
“Look at how everyone turns to stare at him,” Martin said. “Guys. Girls. It’s like he’s irresistible.”
Lucas nodded in agreement. “He is. It was as if I had no choice. I had to fuck him. I wish I could bend him over right here.”
“Me, too,” Martin concurred. “All I can think about is…mounting him. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” Martin shook his head as he watched Shaun walk away. “I have to have that ass.” I felt an oddly protective impulse and tried to push it aside. Shaun was a man, not a helpless victim.
Two hours later, I entered my apartment to see Shaun locked in a tussle with Martin. Again, Shaun struggled to keep his shorts on, but his stiff prick betrayed his true feelings.
“We don’t know each other well enough!” Shaun protested.
“Aw, come on. How do you think guys get to know each other? Please stop fighting me.” Martin got his fingers wrapped around Shaun’s dick and began massaging. Shaun’s resistance melted away
“But…okay, but not in front of Fadil.”
“No way. I can’t stop myself,” Martin rasped. They both looked at me.
This was a bigger issue than before. Last time I could pretend I needed sleep. I should tell them to wait. Instead, I found myself saying, “I…uh…would give you privacy, but I have to use my computer. Don’t worry about me. I can work without any problem.”
That was all the encouragement Martin needed. Just like Lucas, he succeeded in stripping off Shaun’s shorts, then flipped him over so he could fondle his ass. Shaun moaned helplessly and looked over his shoulder. Like Lucas, Martin had arrived prepared with lube and condoms, and in no time, he was ready to penetrate Shaun.
I sat down and opened a file on my computer, but out of the corner of my eye I could still see what Martin was doing. He seemed to know the same trick as Lucas. Keeping a hand on Shaun’s dick left him unable to resist, or even think about resisting, making his body utterly available.
I shook my head and tried to read the file I’d opened. Four years ago, when my parents’ Jordanian values held more sway with me, I’d written a paper about the dangers of homosexuality for a course on persuasive writing. As I listened to the smacking of Martin’s merciless dick and Shaun’s groans of pain mixed with pleasure, I tried to focus on the essay. It was unfair to the wives of men who had sex with each other, I’d argued. It was against most major religions. Even then I knew I’d fought for a point I didn’t really believe.