If It Weren't For the Two of Us Chapter 8
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As a heads up, this chapter is on the darker side, but stay with me. It is very important to the story. It happens to involve a character that first appeared in the original book, Extracurricular. You might wish to go back and look at Chapter 7 again in that story. Things are starting to pick up speed. Thanks for taking this ride with me.
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8
The weekend had been awesome, but the school week that followed was not as uplifting. While I was sailing through two of my morning classes, my first afternoon class continued to whip my ass. My instructor told me the work I had done so far on our last paper was not up to par with my previous work. Really?? Granted, basketball had dominated much of my evenings, but was it that noticeable in my work? Crap!
I was committed to turn it around, but I had most of my work in tonight. As the evening fell, I felt like just being away. I had a glass of wine in my room, but I decided to go to the "gayborhood" that Mike had shown me.
I sat in a coffee shop eating a turkey wrap and drinking a glass of iced tea. It was nice. The man behind the counter called me "Sugar" when he handed me my order. It's funny how something so tiny made me feel good. There was an occasional woman at a table, but virtually everyone in the café was a man. I didn't feel awkward. I was at ease. Looking out the window, I would occasionally see guys kiss. It made me happy. I belonged here.
I wondered if Lance would have come with me. I hadn't talked to him since Sunday.
As I finished my meal, the sun had set, but dusk still provided some light. As I looked at the sky, my eyes lowered, and I swear I saw Mike walking down the sidewalk. He appeared to be with someone. Holy fuck, the man was smoking hot. Who was this guy? I immediately felt jealous but tried to talk myself out of getting worked up. This guy could be anybody. I looked further. It was definitely Mike, and this guy looked gorgeous in the tank top he was wearing. They hugged and the man kissed Mike on the cheek. Mike went into a store, and then the other man followed. Oh-kay. I tried to remain calm.
I sat there until it was dark. They both exited the store and went back down the street the way they came. I tried not to let my imagination get the best of me.
I was only a block away from Indigo, the bar Mike had taken me to. I thought I would go have one drink. I remembered our first time there when Mike had too much to drink. There were a few more people than when we were here last time.
As I walked in, I immediately heard a song I liked. I got out on the dance floor. I didn't mind being by myself. I just felt like letting loose. That was the song to do it. I didn't care for the next song, so I found a table. I would get something to drink eventually.
To my surprise, a man walked up to me. He was Black. It took me a second, but as soon as I noticed his arms, I realized it was Detrell. We had met last month. Those arms!
"Hey there. I don't know if you remember me, but I think we met when Ricky was with me. I'm Detrell."
"I remember you, Detrell."
"So how have you been? Are you here with anyone?" he asked.
"I was caught up on schoolwork and just decided to come to the neighborhood. I'm not staying long."
"So, you're not with ... was it Mikey?"
"Michael. Mike. Uh. He's not with me tonight."
"Can I get you a drink, sweetie. My treat."
"You don't have to do that," I said. His look conveyed he wasn't taking "no" for an answer. "Whatever light beer they have on draft."
Detrell came back with drinks. I didn't know how to approach conversation with him.
"So, are you and Ricky still together?"
"Oh child, no one is ever `with' Ricky. Ricky bounces from boy to boy," Detrell said casually.
"And that's okay with you?"
"We spent a couple nights together. The sex was good, but Ricky is on an ongoing search for ... I don't know ... like the ultimate sex. No one seriously ever goes out with Ricky. It's just for the fun of it."
"Oh."
"How about you. You and Mikey ... Mike ... in a good place?"
"Umm. Yeah. Well, we are kind of on hold until I finish school. I graduate next month."
"So, until then, you're what? Available?"
"Not really. I want to be faithful. I'm sure we will pick up right after graduation."
Detrell didn't look convinced.
"Mm-hm," he hummed with a sarcastic tone. "Honey, trust me, if you aren't having sex with him, someone else is."
"I don't think so," I debated. "We still talk regularly."
"Talk."
I didn't like how the conversation was playing out, but I found myself just looking at Detrell. I found him very handsome. I loved the neatly trimmed goatee along with the braided hair. But his upper torso really sold the package. I noticed Black men from time to time, finding several attractive. I recall while I was in high school hearing my father comment on an interracial couple we saw. Now they are everywhere. I think people my age don't give it a second thought. People are people. I saw an interracial couple while I ate my wrap. There were two here in Indigo.
We finished our drinks. Then a second.
"Oooo, I love this song," said Detrell. "Dance with me, sweetie."
I wasn't sure what to think about Detrell. I couldn't tell if it was the beginning of a light buzz I had going on, the fact that I saw Mike with someone or that I really liked the song too. We went to the dance floor with a few other couples.
We danced through three songs. On the third, Detrell got closer to me. He maneuvered behind me, grinding his crotch into my ass. I couldn't be certain with both of us wearing jeans, but I felt like he wanted me to be aware that he had an erection underneath.
As we walked back to our table, Detrell held up two fingers to the bartender, who then nodded. He held my arm as he pulled us back to our table. I hadn't planned on staying out, but I did enjoy the dancing.
Detrell went to pick up the drinks. Too many calories, I thought. At least it was light beer. When he sat down, he was noticeably closer. He was clearly hitting on me. As we talked, his hand draped over my leg. I needed to get out of this situation. He rubbed his hand on my leg. His pinky gently rubbed my crotch. I could feel myself getting hard, but I didn't want to.
"Detrell," I said, raising my hand. I placed it on his arm. Oooo, that was nice. "Um. I should probably ... um ..."
With my inhibitions reduced, I kept my hand on his bicep, feeling his arm.
"There's a lot more of that, Trent," Detrell said.
He leaned over and kissed me. That snapped me out of my daze.
"No. I should probably head out."
"At least finish your drink."
I started taking bigger gulps. I wasn't comfortable with the situation.
"So, tell me, what do you and Mike like to do in bed."
"That's kind of between us," I said.
"Uh-oh. Who doesn't like what?"
"No. We both like ..."
I stopped and took another big drink. Detrell slid a hand up my shirt.
"I think it's been too long since you've been properly laid," Detrell said. "We know Mikey is getting some on the side. Seems like you deserve some too."
Was Mike really seeing someone? Fuck you, Detrell. Why were you putting these thoughts in my head? I had too much to drink in a short time. I was not thinking clearly. Those drinks came too fast. I wasn't sure if I should drive. How did I get into this mess?
"I loved it when you touched my arm," Detrell said. "Do it again."
I did. I was buzzed. I finished my drink and put both my hands on both arms. Detrell kissed me again. I didn't resist it. My hands moved from his biceps to his pecs. The attention, the affection felt good ... but even buzzed, I knew it was wrong.
"C'mon baby. You deserve some fun," Detrell said, getting up and taking my hand. He pulled me toward the front door, flipping a folded 20 to the bartender.
We went out to the parking lot. He had a grip on my hand, but I wasn't necessarily resisting. I just found myself going along with it. We leaned up against his car. Holy shit, he had an Audi convertible. Detrell put his arms around me and kissed me hard. Those massive biceps felt so strong around me, bathing me, comforting me. Detrell didn't stop kissing. He melted into my face. He was a good kisser. I found myself accepting it. Some other men in the parking lot cheered us on. I looked around. There were a few. I think one guy had his fly open. Where was I? Why was I doing this?
Detrell's big hand groped my crotch. He could feel my cock through my jeans. He opened the car door and told me to get in. I stumbled in. He went around to the other side.
"Detrell, I don't want to go anywhere," I said.
"We don't have to, sweetie," he said, his hands fondling the waistband of my jeans.
He unzipped me and ripped open the fly. Forcibly, he shoved my clothes over my hips.
"Good lord, son. You have a nice dick."
Within seconds my cock was in his mouth. It felt wrong, but it felt good. My brain was fuzzy, but I put my hands on his shoulders as his head kept bobbing up and down on my erection. I got fully hard inside his warm mouth.
I didn't say anything. I didn't moan. I just let him suck me. He was good at that too. Detrell had skills. As he gave me oral sex, one of his hands had opened his jeans. I didn't even know he had his manhood hanging out of his clothes. He started stroking himself.
"You ever had Black dick before, Trent?"
"Uh. No. I'm only ..."
He grabbed me by the shoulders and moved my head down to his crotch. I put my lips on the head of his cock. I slid my mouth down his length. It was good size, but probably not as big as mine. Definitely not as big as Lance's cock.
I blankly sucked for a while. The sensation was good; I liked sucking. But it was ... off. I felt out of it, but I knew what I was doing. While sucking him, I reached up to feel his arms. His arms were magnificent. One of his arms wrapped around my back. Detrell didn't say anything. He just pressed his arm against me as I serviced his stiff organ. We did that for a couple minutes.
"Open the glove compartment, sweetie. I have some lube in there," he said.
"Uh, I don't think ..."
"You will love it, Trent. Trust me. You are overdue for a good fuck."
"But ..."
He turned me over. I was focused enough to remember what Mike said.
"Do you have a condom?"
"No man, but I'm good."
I felt a slippery finger slide along my crack. Then a lubed digit worked its way into my hole. I tensed a moment. He wiggled it around and I relaxed.
"Wait, Detrell ..."
I tried to turn over but before I knew it, I felt his erection enter my hole. My body jolted. My eyes and face winced at the sudden pain. Detrell moved his arms around my chest. In his embrace, I felt him move his cock in and out of my ass. When Mike was inside me, I loved it. This ... wasn't the same.
Detrell continued to pound my ass. After a couple minutes it didn't hurt as much. It felt better. Neither of us said anything. We didn't make any sound. As he pushed his crotch into my ass, it pushed my cock up and down the leather seat of the car. It rubbed my cock abrasively. I could hear him breathing hard as he fucked me. His arms felt incredibly strong as he pounded my ass. My feelings were mixed up. I could feel pleasure, but I didn't feel ... feelings. I was just being fucked. He breathed harder. My cock was rubbing, rubbing, rubbing the seat.
He kept shoving his hips into my body. His breathing was right next to my ear. I could feel the dick sliding in and out of my hole with a precise rhythm. His breathing became grunting. His pounding was relentless. His breathing moved closer to my ear. I sensed he was nearing his orgasm. My cock had been rubbed hard. His assault on my ass was driving my stimulation. I couldn't hold back. I started to climax on his car seat. I whimpered in my orgasm. My cock was still being shoved into the seat, but now it was sliding in my own cum. He was pushing harder. He was there.
"Oh fuck," he whispered in my ear.
The pounding stopped as he was coming inside my ass. It was just one continuous push of his cock deep inside me. He laid on top of me for about a minute. He didn't pull his dick out. We were just meshed.
Then he rolled onto the other seat. We pulled up our pants. Cum was all over my jeans.
"I ... I just want to go home," I said exhausted.
"Okay, sweetie. Where's your car?"
"Over on the side," I said, defeated.
He walked me to my car and helped me open it. He turned me to him one last time. Then he kissed me again.
"Maybe we'll see each other again, huh, Trent?"
I sat in the car and watched him walk back inside.
I was numb. I couldn't focus. I didn't feel like I could drive. I started to sob. What happened? How did I get here? My eyes watered. I didn't know what to do.
I fumbled with my phone and made a call.
"Hello? Lance? It's me, Trent. I'm ... I'm in trouble. I don't know what to do?"
"What? What do you mean? Where are you??"
"I don't think I should drive. I don't know what to do. Something just happened."
"Are you okay?!"
"I don't think so. I'm scared."
I started to cry. I just sobbed into the phone.
"Where are you? I'll come get you!"
I told him the name of the bar. He said he would come. I sat in my car ... lost. I put my forehead on the steering wheel a moment. I gasped for air between sobs. I looked out the windshield. Then I buried my face in my hands. My thinking wasn't clear. I couldn't tell how long I had sat there and cried.
The phone rang.
"I'm pulling in. Where are you? Inside or outside?"
"I'm parked on the side."
Lance pulled around until he saw me. He parked two spaces over. He ran to my door.
"Trent, look at me. Are you okay?"
I sobbed. "I just want to go home."
"Okay. Get in my car. I'll drive you home."
Lance took my keys and locked my car once I got out. He helped me into his car.
"Tell me what happened!"
"I ... I was just going in for a drink. This guy started talking to me. We just ... talked and danced ... and then he flirted with me. I don't know if I was drunk or what. I just couldn't focus."
"Do you think he put something in your drink?"
"I don't think so. I don't know. I had three drinks, the music, I was upset ... Fuck him!!"
"What happened?!"
"He took me out back. We got in his car and ..."
"Did he rape you??!"
"I don't know. I didn't tell him to stop. I just laid there and took it."
"The asshole! Are you sure you are okay? Do you want to go to the police?"
"No. It is probably my fault."
"Like hell it's your fault."
"Why do I do shit like this!!?" I screamed. "I'm total shit. I hate myself."
"No buddy, you're not."
I cried. For several minutes the tears poured.
"I wanted to be such an adult for Mike. I wanted to be faithful. I'm such an idiot. I'm such a child!"
"Hey, hey, hey," said Lance. "It's gonna be okay. I'm here. We're going to get you home. It'll be better tomorrow."
"No, it won't! How do you come back from something like this? Letting some stranger fuck you! He didn't even use a condom. What kind of ass has lube but not a condom!?"
"Are you sure you don't want to go to the police?"
"And say what? I let a guy fuck me?"
"I still think he drugged you."
"I hate myself," I sobbed.
"No, you don't. It was a mistake. He talked you into doing something you didn't want to do."
We got back to the apartment. Lance used my keys to let us in. It was not quiet with all my sobbing and crying. Kevin had been asleep but got up. Paul came out of the bathroom.
"He ran into someone who mistreated him," Lance figured out to say. "I'm his friend, Lance. He called me to bring him home."
"Trent, just lay here on the couch," Kevin said.
"Will one of you help me get his car?" Lance asked.
"Yeah. Sure. I will," said Kevin.
They grabbed my keys and then headed out. Paul got me some water. I told him I didn't want to talk about it. He was kind enough to sit with me until Lance and Kevin got back. He went and got me my pillow.
Twenty minutes later, they came back in. Kevin placed my keys on the counter. All three of them hovered over me.
"Paul, Kevin, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. Please go to bed. I'll just stay out here for a while."
"You sure?" Paul said.
"Yeah. Thanks."
"I'll stay with him a bit," Lance said.
The roommates nodded and headed back to the bedroom. They closed the door but didn't shut it completely.
Lance sat with me on the couch. I leaned into him. I buried my face into his chest. He put an arm around me. I just cried. Lance held me in his arms. It was comforting. I tried to stop. Eventually I got up to grab some tissues. I dabbed my eyes, blew my nose and threw the tissues away. I went back to sit with Lance.
"You're a good friend," I softly said to him. "Thanks for having my back."
He put his arms around me and laid down with me on the couch. Kissing me on the cheek, he said "always."
We laid there and I fell asleep in his arms.