When your life changes, it is always unwelcomed…
Tyler Morales is a “friend” by association. When my friends meet up, we end up hanging out. Aside from being acquainted with some of the same people, we attend the same college and currently share a class. Like me, Tyler ranks at the top of his class so if I need a partner in a class and he’s available, we link up.
He’s someone who’s easy to get along with. He’s modest yet, he doesn’t fade into the background, which is what I try to do. Fading probably isn’t possible for him. To be honest, he’s pretty as fuck, in a masculine way if that makes sense.
Let me explain…
He’s probably a couple of inches shorter than my six feet four inches. Girls constantly orbit around him, gushing over him enough for me to know details like how soft his curly brown hair is, how long and how dark his lashes are, or that his hazel eyes have evergreen specks. Tyler is also pretty active on campus and I’m sure I’ve seen him in a sports uniform before. Plus, he seems like good people and though I’m not a social butterfly, it was nice of him to invite me to one of his rare get-togethers.
I push myself up off the floor. For several seconds, I comb through my memory, trying to figure out how I ended up asleep in Tyler’s guest bathroom. When I open the door, I see no one. I realize the small party/gathering is over. Half-awake but groggy, I get the idea that I’ll just let Tyler know I’m leaving.
So, I stumble down the hall, realizing I’ve never been in his place before now. It’s nice. When I trip over nothing and hit the wall, I know I’m not only sleepy but a little lit so I’ll be sleeping in Tyler’s parking lot till morning. I wonder if he’ll let me use his couch. That’s what I’m thinking when I stagger into the first door that’s ajar. If I say I wasn’t ready for what I see, it’s an understatement.
I wasn’t fucking ready.
Tyler is on his knees, face down with his naked ass up and blindfolded. His arms are stretched out with his wrists bound to the bed posts. At this angle, I see some device in the ear. But what has me frozen and speechless is a guy I’ve never seen before pounding into Tyler’s ass with abandon.
The sounds they are making…
The sounds Tyler’s making…
When I recover from my frozen shock and can bring myself to move, I jump forward, grab the guy by the arm, and yank him away from Tyler. The guy nearly crashes into an upholstered chair that’s in front of a window but somehow avoids it and falls to the floor. I look back at Tyler who is breathing heavily and has fallen to his belly as if exhausted.
I look back at the rapist, his eyes are wide and he’s righting himself. I’m seeing red. The need to beat his ass bloody is becoming stronger with every beat of my heart. But…I’m also finding it hard to breathe because my anger is mixing with something I’m ashamed to admit. I am so fucking turned on that my dick is rock hard and bucking against my jeans for release. This makes me even angrier.
“What the fuck!” the guy yells. “Look, man,” he says as he stands and holds his hand up to stop me from advancing. “Tyler never said he had a boyfriend.”
I pause, frowning.
“You should know we’ve been fucking for a couple of months now. He asked me to tie him up and fuck him like this?”
The guy exhales as he rubs his hand over his hair.
“Gene? Gene, what’s wrong?” Tyler whispers.
I can hear apprehension reflected in Tyler’s tone. It’s not what I expect. It dawns on me that his mouth isn’t stuffed with anything and if he needed to, he’s capable of screaming for help. Help isn’t what I was hearing from him.
“He asked you to do this to him?” I ask. My voice cracks.
“He did. I’m sorry but how could I resist?”
I can’t believe what I’m hearing. Tyler isn’t gay, as far as I know. I think we’ve even hooked up with a couple of the same girls.
I look at the guy. He’s ass naked too yet, I find nothing appealing about him which is a relief. I sigh as I focus my gaze to his eyes and face.