“That ass is too good.” Ron commented as I bent over to put the clothes inside the washing machine. “Only if your upper body was softer.”
“This ass is a direct result of working out.” I turned around. “I’m a man; I think you are looking for a woman.”
“I didn’t mean it like that.” He closed the distance and dropped down on his knees.
“You don’t have to do that.”
“I want to.” He then took me in his mouth and started getting me hard.
This was another thing. Ron had suspected that I might move out soon. At first, he offered me a better place for the same price. I denied, telling him I didn’t need that favour from him. Then he started being nicer to me. I had not seen his wife for more than a month.
After getting me nice and hard with his mouth, Ron told me to get down on all fours.
Just as I assumed the position, there was a knock on the door.
“Occupied!” Ron screamed out just as he lined up his dick against my ass.
“Goddamnit Ron,” An elderly woman’s voice came out from outside. “There are more than one machine in there.”
“I am using this room right now.” He said as he lubed up my entrance. “Get the fuck out of here.”
He didn’t wait for the sound of the woman walking away. He fucked me doggy for a while before asking me to stand up. He then fucked me while I was on my back over one of the washing machines. We fucked until my clothes were dry.
That night, after going up to my apartment; I heard something familiar. The sound came from my stepfather’s phone. It was the notification alert for grindr. I knew that distinct sound pretty well; since that had led me to multiple dick appointments before.
I didn’t say anything before going to sleep. I could have easily made a mistake. I might have heard it wrong.
—
Clarke texted me the next day saying that he had managed ringside seats for a high profile boxing match. I was immediately excited and told him that we’re on. It would take place a couple of weeks later.
In the meantime, I had started exchanging texts with Simon Stiller. He seemed aloof, and I never even asked him if he was gay or not. I did not want to entertain the idea of a relationship with him. But I was full on flirting with the man with sex in mind.
Something unexpected happened in the middle of the week. Raj was waiting for me in front of my department building. He had a small bag in his hand.
“Aaron,” Raj almost ran towards me as soon as he saw me. “You said you have a small place near the shitty part of the town?”
“Yeah?”
“Can you please let me crash at your place for a few days?”
“It’s a one-bedroom studio apartment.” I said, fully knowing that it would be uncomfortable for both of us.
“Please, I need a place to hide.”
“Hide from who?”
“Hide from d …” He stopped himself, and took a deep breath. “Don’t worry, he won’t be able to harm you.”
“Who is he?”
“The guy you saw me with the other day.”
What Raj doesn’t know is that I heard Raj taking his dick in the bathroom only a day ago. I wondered what had changed in a day.
“Why me thought?”
“Because we’re not that close.” Raj explained. “He’ll find me if I move back in with my family. And he knows about most of my close friends.”
“But.” I was about to ask something else when Raj broke down.
“Can we please get going?” He spoke as tears started rolling down his eye. “I didn’t want this. You’re the only one who saw something wrong with him.”
I looked around to see if anyone suspicious was around us. Then I put one hand over his shoulder and started walking like I was hungover and Raj was helping me walk. We made it to my apartment without any hassle.
“So,” I said after locking the door. “Can you tell me what the hell is going on?” Why are you in such a hurry?
“I had to get out of there Aaron.” Raj started speaking. “He said that he had arranged a gangbang for me tonight. He also said that I would not get out of his house the same by the end of the weekend.”
“What the fuck?” I had trouble processing the information.
“He’s been fucking me so much,” Raj kept talking. “And I just let him do whatever he wanted with me. I don’t think my mind would stay sane if I let him have his way.”
“Wait a damn minute!” I had to stop him. “Can you start from the beginning.”
Raj then told me about how an older man had pretty much raped him into being a full bottom. The man had made plans to keep Raj as a sex slave until boredom. Then he would likely be sold to anyone with enough money. Raj was turning into such a submissive that he didn’t recognize himself anymore. The older man also recorded the two of them having sex and sold the tapes online.
Raj was afraid that something irreversible might happen when he ran out.
“Damn!” I had trouble coming up with a proper response. “I would’ve tied you to the bed if I was him. Losing a fine piece of ass like that.”
The look of shock and despondence on his face told me that I had chosen the worst possible response.
“Wait, no!” I quickly said. “I didn’t mean that. I’m sorry. You can stay here as long as you want.”
As the final exams rolled in; I told Raj to cut and dye his hair. He wanted to completely shave it off, but I advised against it.
I escorted him to campus for exams. Other than that, he pretty much stayed shut inside the apartment. I was only having sex with Ron in the laundry room.
—
As the day of the boxing match rolled in, I decided to wear formal dress shirts and pants for the venue. After arriving there, I was disappointed to see most people so casually dressed.
When we got to the ringside, I figured out that we had the option to stand up and get closer to the ring. We didn’t even take our seat.
As soon as the fight started; Clarke’s hands were all over me. I was so happy to see a fight like this up close, that I just let him have his way with me. I tried my best to focus on the fight while Clarke kept fondling me.
Just as the fight reached the fourth round, Clarke hugged me tightly and let out a deep groan.
“Did you just?” I understood what just happened, but asked him anyway.
“Yes!”
“Why?”
“I wanted to try something different.”
“I would’ve let you take me out after the fight.”
“But you never let me do that.”
“Today’s different.”
“So … after the fight?”
“Sure!”
The fight was beyond exciting. Between the seventh and eighth round, I turned around to take a look at the crowd.
That’s when I saw something. There were some people in one of the VIP boxes. It was far from where I was standing. There were three people inside. Although it was not that easy to make out the faces of the people inside. But one of the faces looked a little too familiar to me.
That was a face I have known for a long time. The face that used to fill me with joy just by a glance. The face that I have kissed countless times. The face that was expressionless when I told him that we were through and I would be moving out.
The three people looked like they were enjoying the fight. And I felt a deep seething rage boiling inside me. I didn’t hear the bell for the next round. I was the only person in the crowd turned away from the fight taking place.
Clarke noticed me and put his hands around me again.