C.U.B.E.

≈ Ch. 9: AN OBITUARY FOR KAREEM ≈

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Who’s Who in this chapter

Kareem (a straight middle-eastern man in his late 30s) and Lance (his roommate, a 20-y.o. handsome hooker) get more disconcerting news about Kareem’s case. Then, Kareem witnesses again Lance making love with Adam (the hooker’s favorite client), but this time the sweet sex has an unexpected and unsettling twist.

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~ Plumbing services ~

When Kareem woke up next morning, after the terrible gangbang he had to bear, he felt like he’d been run over by a truck. Or better, like a truck had roamed his ass. He groaned and sat up on the bed. He noticed a led blinking on his phone, signaling an incoming text, and read it; it was from Perry Yukon, his boss, and read: “I know what happened to you, son. If you want to take a paid vacation day, it’s OK, but I hope you’ll come to work. I’ll take care of you. Tell Lance to call the plumber for a leaking shower.”

Kareem smiled: apart from the job interview, when he reluctantly gave head to Perry, his boss had always acted like a fatherly figure, sharing with Kareem a fierce hate for the Sex Police.

The last sentence of the message was very weird, though. What Perry had to do with possible plumbing problems in their apartment? Kareem leapt on his feet and went to Lance, who was having breakfast: “Good morning, Lance…” – he groggily saluted, walking next to him and showing his phone – “Say, do we have a leaking shower? Isn’t this message from Perry a bit weird?”

“G… Good morning” – Lance stuttered, unable to focus on the screen; Kareem followed Lance’s gaze and suddenly realized he was still naked and was practically shoving his manhood into Lance’s face. “Oh, fuck! Let me put something on”. Lance chuckled: “No, don’t worry, I swear I’ll keep my eyes on the screen. Uhm… Our shower works perfectly, but your boss wouldn’t send such a message without a reason. I’ll call my plumber: at worst, he’ll come for nothing. Say… Would you like to talk about what they did to you yesterday?”

Kareem frowned: “Maybe later. Not now. It’s… too early”. He then went to his room, got dressed and went to work, hoping that some hard manual labor would’ve dispelled the horrible feelings that O’Rourke’s cruel and debasing ‘lesson’ left deeply rooted into his heart.

When alone, Lance called his plumber, a nice man in his late sixties known by anyone as Ol’ Pete. The plumber, at the phone, seemed tense, and said he was coming right away. But when, after ten minutes, Lance opened the curtain of the main door, there wasn’t Ol’ Pete waiting outside.

The plumber was a tall, tanned young guy, wearing worn-out jeans and a dirty tank-top over a gorgeous toned body; he wore a heavy tool belt around his slim waist and was holding a tool box in his muscular hand. The guy was very handsome and had exotic features that reminded to Lance an old Puerto Rican movie star from the last century. “Plumbing services” – the guy said in a loud voice, glancing around, as if he wanted the passers-by to hear – “May I come in?”

“Please. Where is Ol’ Pete? I didn’t know he had a helper…” – Lance asked, ushering him in, and the plumber replied, tense: “He’s… busy. I’m Mateo”. He moved to the living room and placed the toolbox on the dining table; then, as if realizing that it wasn’t the best place to lay a dirty toolbox, he quickly picked it up and headed to the bathroom: “It’ll take a minute, sir.”

Lance was puzzled, as the whole scene felt weird, like an act. He shrugged his shoulders and noticed something lying on the table, on the very spot where Mateo had briefly placed his toolbox. It was a document. Printed on paper. Lance quickly glanced at it and gasped; then, with hurried moves, folded it and hid it into a drawer, nervously glancing around.

He went to the bathroom, and addressed Mateo, who was standing there, doing nothing to the perfectly working shower. “How did you get that paper?” – Lance asked under his breath; Mateo looked deeply into his eyes and replied, deadly serious: “I have no idea what you’re talking about, sir.”

“Mmh… OK” – Lance murmured, nodding – “Have you… fixed the shower?”

“Yes, sir!” – Mateo exclaimed, and then added in a suddenly shy voice, almost under his breath: “Would you like to… ehm… test it, sir?”

“Now, you mean? In front of you?” – Lance asked, a bit surprised, and Mateo insisted, in a shy, pleading voice: “Please…?”. Lance was a hooker, nothing could really surprise him, but Mateo’s shy tone and his hopeful, excited gaze hit him. And besides, the guy deserved a reward for taking a big risk, in order to deliver the paper document. Lance felt a sudden shiver, thinking at what the Sex Police could do to Mateo’s beautiful, sexy body, but forced those terrible thoughts out of his mind.

With a warm grin, he slowly unbuttoned his colorful slim-fit shirt and shrugged it from his shoulders, then took away his loafers using only his feet. Lance knew how to put up a show for his men and used all the tricks in his playbook to give Mateo the best show ever. With languid, deliberate moves Lance unbuckled his belt, opened the fly of his jeans and pushed them down, revealing a nice, enticing bulge put on perfect display by the push-up speedo that Kareem had given him.

Lance turned around and languidly bent over, thrusting up his ass, to pull the trousers legs out of his feet. He stifled a grin, hearing Mateo gasping loud at the sight of the wide hole in the speedo’s back and the peachy buns shamelessly parting under his eyes, giving a glimpse of Lance’s puckered hairless hole.

Kicking the jeans away, Lance turned around again, shot to Mateo a seductive glance and slowly pulled down his speedo, making his beautiful manhood, crowned by a perfectly trimmed pubic bush, bounce out.

“You’re… You’re even more stunning than they told me…” – Mateo breathed, swallowing dry, and then suddenly covered his own crotch to hide his erection and exclaimed embarrassed: “Oh, fuck…!! Sorry, sir…!!”

Lance moved closer, almost pressing his body on Mateo, and said under his breath: “Drop the ‘sir’, I’m Lance. You know that I’m… available, do you?”

Mateo frowned and shook his head: “I’m afraid… I can’t afford your rate.”

“Let’s make a deal, Mateo… I’ll let you feast over my body, if you let me feast over yours… You’re even more gorgeous than I am, you know that? If you ever choose to do my same job, you’d be rich in no time. I actually should worry about my clients choosing you over me. You have such a perfect toned body…” – Lance uttered sensually, raising Mateo’s tight tank-top – “…such a beautiful tanned complexion, and such charming, masculine features… We could maybe test if the shower is fixed…”

Lance went on stripping Mateo, slowly revealing his trimmed, chiseled physique and his long dark-skinned cock, and then took him by hand and pulled him into the shower. Quickly the air in the bathroom became steaming hot… and not only for the powerful water jets falling on their intertwined bodies.

 

~ Kareem’s tragic death ~

When Kareem came back home in the evening, immediately asked to Lance: “So what? Did the plumber fix the shower?”

“Sort of…” – Lance chuckled, but soon became serious and took the paper document from the drawer: “He brought this. Look”. Kareem read the paper and widened his eyes: it was a printed excerpt from a newspaper coming from outside, which was astonishing by itself; but what stunned Kareem was its content: it was an obituary, claiming that unfortunately Mr. Kareem Bashir had lost his life in a plane accident, leaving a fiancée and many dear friends grieving for the tragic loss.

“I… I’m alive… aren’t I?” – Kareem stupidly murmured, in shock, revealing how heavy a toll his life at the Cube, the accuse of ‘uranian behavior’ and the cruel punishments administered by the Sex Police were exacting on his body and mind. Lance uttered a weak chuckle: “Looking at you, I’d say that you’re more alive than ever, don’t worry. But this paper is of fundamental importance. First off, it comes from outside: there must be a way to circumvent the security system and let some bits of information pass. Secondly, your supposed death is unprecedented: so far, friends and relatives were simply informed that their acquaintance was guilty of ‘uranian behavior’, and everyone hurriedly deleted any trace of him, ashamed to have a gay friend. But this time, they ‘killed’ you, instead. Why?”

“Yeah… why?” – Kareem asked tentatively, and Lance’s eyes flashed bright: “Because some of your friends, knowing for sure that you never had any ‘uranian behavior’, might have searched for you, or asked dangerous questions that must stay unanswered. And this brings to the last point, Kareem: you still have friends, outside. They didn’t forget you, they miss you.”

Kareem felt his knees going weak and heavily sat on a chair, looking up at Lance with wet eyes. There was such an immense relief in his gaze that Lance couldn’t resist and leaned down to hug his friend as tight as he could.

“Shit, look at me, weeping like a schoolgirl…” – Kareem murmured after a short while, standing up and hurriedly wiping the tears from his face – “I’d better take these dirty work clothes away and wash myself. Do you need the shower?”. Lance blushed lightly: “I… err… I already took a shower. Dinner is almost ready.”

After dinner, Lance announced: “Kareem, in few minutes Adam will come here. I don’t want to make you feel uneasy, but you know that not having doors you might hear… something coming from my room.”

“Don’t worry, I need to take a long walk, to clear my mind. I won’t get farther than Zeta Avenue, I don’t want to run into… unneighborly people. Have fun, see you later!”

Kareem went out and Lance hastened to tidy up the living room; he’d just finished when Adam rang the doorbell. “Adam!” – Lance welcomed him, walking him inside – “Thank you so much for coming!”

“I was surprised by your call” – Adam replied – “as usually it’s me who asks for a rendezvous. And I was even more surprised by your… unusual request.”

“I know I’m asking you a huge favor, but you’re the only one I could ask to. Believe me, it’s not that I like him more than you… It’s just… you know… that he…”

“Shh…” – Adam lovingly silenced Lance – “I’m here, and I’m going to do whatever you want. It’s your dream, and I’m happy to help you live it. Come, let’s move to the bedroom…”

In the meantime, Kareem was wandering along the avenues, lost in his thoughts. There was like a hurricane in his mind, so many things to ponder, so many questions to answer: the newspaper article, his unsettling obituary, Perry Yukon’s and Ol’ Pete’s roles in that tangled affair, his friends outside mourning him dead…

And Lance. The smart, caring, loving Lance, the guy always ready to support him. Kareem still felt uncomfortable, thinking that Lance was a hooker, but in the end he was a very peculiar hooker: he was extremely reserved, had a very selected clientele, had a special way to create with his guest a mutual bond of affection and respect. Besides, since Kareem arrived at the Cube, he’d seen Lance meeting only Adam, who seemed a very special client.

Kareem remembered the day, not long before, when he spotted Lance and Adam make love; and his initial disgust at witnessing an act of man-sex slowly morphed into the warm feeling of witnessing two human beings making sweet love. Looking at them felt like a caress to his heart, back then, and suddenly Kareem desired to see them again, whispering sweet nothings to each other and sharing what they had most sacred: themselves.

Kareem was uncertain, as he didn’t want to intrude in Lance’s privacy; but his feet took a decision on his behalf and stopped walking, turned around and rushed back home.

 

~ Lance makes love with Kareem ~

In few minutes, Kareem opened the curtain of the main door and silently went in. He immediately froze, shocked, hearing Lance’s sensual moans coming from his bedroom: “Yeah, push it in, Kareem…! Stretch me wide with your thick middle-eastern cock! Yes! Oohh… Deeper… Fuck me hard, Kareem, shove your straight cock all the way into my man-cunt!”

Kareem was shocked. Wasn’t Lance with Adam? With a few cautious steps, Kareem reached the dining table, opened the laptop, pretending to look at the screen, but actually peeking through the partly open curtain.

Lance wasn’t lying on his back as usual, he wasn’t looking with loving eyes at Adam: he was on all four, pushing up his ass, taking the wrecking thrusts that Adam was giving him. Lance moaned loud, and kept something near his face, a cloth or something; Kareem focused his attention on that detail, and had no doubts, Lance was lustfully sniffing his old thong, the one that the Sex Police ripped to pieces few days earlier, and Lance said to have thrown away.

For a split second, Kareem felt insulted, used against his will for Lance’s lurid fantasies… but it lasted only a split second. Kareem felt a lump in his throat, realizing how strong was Lance’s desire toward him, toward a man he knew he couldn’t ever have. How deep must’ve been Lance’s pain, seeing Kareem day after day, often in underwear or naked, without being able to even touch him!

Lance started moaning louder, still pressing his nose into Kareem’s used underwear: “Yeah! Yeah! Make me feel it! Drown me with your overwhelming manliness, Kareem! Nnngghh… I’m yours, Kareem, take me, fuck me… ooohhh… make me… CUUUUMMM!!”

Under Kareem’s wide eyes, Lance’s untouched cock started shooting plume after plume of white cream that fell onto the bedsheets, soaking them. And the cock in his ass still pumped like a piledriver: “Go on, don’t stop! Awww… FUCK! Give me your essence, Kareem! Fill me with your manly juice! Cum! Cum inside me…!”

“GHAAAH!” – Adam growled, while giving one last, wrecking thrust that made his hips slam into Lance’s bulging ass cheeks. Until then, the only voice echoing in the room had been Lance’s, while Adam, unwilling to disrupt Lance’s dream, had forced himself to a complete silence.

Then, Adam did something strange, he covered Lance’s eyes and, in silence, pulled him up on his knees, holding him from behind. His cock was still buried into the guy’s ass. Adam reached around and started brushing his big hands over Lance’s sweaty torso, occasionally tickling his nipples, while his cock went on slowly pumping into the guy’s ass, sensually, not to trigger a post-orgasm discomfort.

Adam’s hand reached down to Lance’s cock, still dripping with sperm, and started stroking it gently. Lance gasped for the strong feeling, but Adam soothed him: “Shh…”, and went on stroking him. Adam knew that a spontaneous and unattended orgasm is rarely fully satisfying, and wanted Lance to have the full monty, an experience that he would’ve remembered.

Lance kept his eyes shut, and let Adam roam his sensitive body: “You want more, Kareem, and I’ll give you… nnngghh… I’m so sensitive… ahh…! Go on, my wonderful middle-eastern stud, milk me to the last drop… I offered you all of myself, so take it… It’s yours, Kareem… ooohh… yeah…”

In the living room, Kareem was entranced by the sensual scene. He felt like Lance was really offering to him his body, his manly essence, his mind and soul. He stood up and quietly moved to the curtain, to see better, to hear better, to feel like he was part of the scene.

“Ah! Fuck yeah!” – Lance screamed, delirious, squirming into Adam’s strong grip – “Crush my cock into your masculine, powerful fist! Here it comes, Kareem! I’m gonna… I’m gonna cum… AAAGGHHH!!!”

The first jet of sperm was so powerful that splatted loudly on the headboard, and many more jets followed, drenching the pillows, the bedsheets and Adam’s hand. Lance was still keeping his eyes tightly shut, and Adam made Lance turn his head, and their mouths locked into a ravenous kiss, while Lance’s cock still shot like there was no tomorrow.

“NNNGGHH…!!” – Kareem suddenly groaned, gripping his own crotch, when a powerful orgasm exploded out of the blue into his groin. While his cock pulsated and spread its seed into his underwear, Kareem raised his gaze and realized that Lance and Adam were looking back at him with wide eyes.

“Oh, fuck…!” – Lance exclaimed, embarrassed. “Oh, fuck!” – Kareem echoed him, wishing to die on the spot for the shame; but he didn’t die, so he turned around and ran to his own room, holding his throbbing bulge, and closed the curtain behind him.

While cleaning himself up, Kareem heard whispers coming from the living room, and then the sound of the shower. After few minutes, Lance came out of the bathroom and went straight to his own room.

Kareem cautiously ventured to the bathroom and took a shower, changed for the night and slipped under the bedsheets, trying to process what had just happened. Watching Lance living his fantasy of making love to him had been extremely weird, but also engaging and… even arousing, judging from the amount of sperm soaking the thong lying on the floor next to the bed. Did he wish to be Adam, while watching the couple making love? No, Kareem was sure about that: he felt a great affection for Lance, but not a sexual attraction; he could’ve never pounded Lance’s ass that way. But then, why did he cum? True, the daily medication he was forced to take contained a powerful stimulant, because evil O’Rourke wanted to keep him always horny and ready for sex; but Kareem had a steely control over his sexuality, it was his cultural heritage: he didn’t cum because of the pills.

He had cum because the scene under his eyes, no matter the gender of the lovers, was steaming hot, it was extremely enticing, and the sheer sexual vibes coming from Adam and Lance were too powerful to ignore, not even for a true straight man like Kareem.

With a sigh, Kareem rolled on his side, facing the wall, and tried to sleep. But a sudden whisper from the door, a mortified and cautious whisper made him turn around: “I’m so sorry, Kareem…”. Kareem couldn’t help but smile tenderly: “Why should you ever be sorry? For trying to live your dream? I’m the one who should ask for forgiveness, here. I mean, I peeked at you, violated your privacy… Adam must be pissed off, and you, too…”

“Adam is a wonderful man, he said he was envious of you” – Lance sighed, moving closer and sitting on the edge of the bed – “If he wasn’t so wonderful, he would’ve told me to go screw off. I never screamed like that when he fucked me… as himself.”

“And I never came that way” – Kareem murmured, embarrassed – “I really made a shameful spectacle of myself, didn’t I?”

Lance giggled: “If I wasn’t already cumming like a racehorse, I would’ve cum just looking at you, shivering for the pleasure while holding your own crotch… Fuck, it was such a display of raw manliness!”

Kareem’s face was lit up by a restrained grin of pride. After all, no man can help but feel boosted, when someone praises his manliness, even if the circumstances are… weird, to say the least.

A long silence ensued, and then Kareem sighed, pensively: “I wish I could love you that way, Lance, I truly do. And I feel like shit knowing that I could make you happy, and instead I merciless tease you, knowing that I won’t ever be able to give you what I unintentionally promise you. Ahh… Everything would be so much easier if I were gay, no?”

Lance flashed a loving smile and couldn’t help but place a hand on Kareem’s bearded face: “Why changing something that is already perfect like it is? You are you, with your sexy body, your lips that command to be kissed, your incredible inner strength, your resilience, your fragility and your overwhelming manliness. And your heterosexuality: it’s part of the big picture, and I wouldn’t change a single bit of you.”

“…Wow… I… I…” – Kareem stuttered, deeply hit by Lance’s words. He didn’t know what to say, all he knew is that he felt lucky to have someone like Lance at his side. He silently took Lance’s hand from his face and pressed his lips on the palm, giving it a long, sincere kiss. And there was no trace of uneasiness or embarrassment in his gaze, when he looked straight into Lance’s beautiful blue eyes.

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In the next chapter: Perry gives some explanations and a much-needed fatherly support to Kareem; and then he shares with Kareem his house, his meal and… something else.