Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters depicted are 18 or above.
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Chapter 2: Come Play Wiz Me
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"Now, some of you might be thinking 'But wait, aren't some sexual fantasies evil and immoral? Surely we don't want rapists or pedophiles to embrace their fantasies.' And you would be right. Yet, as with everything else on God's green earth, things aren't as clear-cut as we want them to be, especially in the realm of fantasy. For example, let's say a man has fantasies about torturing and raping women but does not actually commit any of those acts, or perhaps he practices them in a scene with consenting partners. Then, can we still judge the man's fantasies as 'evil' or 'immoral'?
"The truth is: what makes sexual fantasies so enticing and arousing is often none other than its transgression of morals. They often represent the dismissal of the limits that we've set up for the functioning of society, morals being one of them. When you were a teenager, for example, you might have had thoughts about your friend's mom or dad or older sibling, even though, or precisely because of, engaging in sexual activity with them would violate an unwritten rule of friendship. I like to say that humans have to care too much. Sexual fantasies allow us to not care, let loose, and revert to our primal, animalistic selves.
"Then, I propose, instead of attaching a value judgement to one's sexual fantasy, what's more important is what they do with it. Whether a person manages to keep their fantasies under control or allow them to seep into reality unchecked, that's the real measure of a person's so-called 'morality.' In reality, most of us manage to keep our fantasies in check, especially the more quote-on-quote 'evil' ones. Of course, that also means that when we do get reckless and decide to step over the edge, we are presented with the most fascinating case studies."
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Fuad Hussain likes Gabriel.
He isn't sure when it happened. He just knows that more and more, he feels drawn to Gabriel. When he watches Luke and Gabriel have sex, his attention is almost always on Gabriel, though he tries not to make it too obvious in front of Luke. He likes the way Gabriel's taut body moves and flexes. He craves Gabriel's thick and luscious lips. He imagines Gabriel's cock sliding in and out of him. What gets Fuad off during their sessions, as he's come to realize, is Gabriel.
It doesn't help that the three of them have been hanging out more. Sometimes they'd chat about random things and joke around before Gabriel and Luke get in on. Other times, after they've finished cleaning themselves up, Gabriel would stick around for a round of video games, or Fuad would join them for lunch or dinner. Luke doesn't seem to mind; neither does Gabriel. And even though Fuad knows his feelings might make things complicated, he finds himself irresistibly drawn to Gabriel. He's confident, but not in Luke's cocky jock way. There's more of an effortless, exuberant charm to Gabriel, one that Fuad can't seem to escape.
Fuad has been mesmerized by Gabriel, which is why he's utterly shocked when Gabriel suggests that they fuck.
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"You seem shocked," Gabriel says.
"B-but you... you and Luke..." Fuad stammers. "You guys are... dating."
"We sure are. But since I've been, say, actively accommodating his needs, Luke has suggested that I also do whatever I want." Gabriel's lips quirk into a grin. "In this case, what I want to do is fuck one of the hottest guys I know."
"Oh, um, that's... uh," Fuad struggles to find words. So Gabriel thinks he's hot?
"Fuad, you like me, don't you?" Gabriel folds his arms and cocks his head to the side.
"What?" Fuad swears he can feel his heart stop.
"Maybe I'm wrong but something about the way you look at me when I fuck Luke just tells me you want the same... treatment," Gabriel smirks.
"Um... I, well, you're... not wrong," Fuad utters, his face hot with embarrassment.
"Great, because I like you, too," Gabriel says and takes a step towards him. Fuad instinctively moves a step back.
"You... you do? But you're with Luke. How can you-"
"Humans can like more than one person at a time, you know, and I happen to like both of you. Emphasis on... you," Gabriel says as he takes another step. Fuad backs away, but he realizes he's now against the door.
"But... won't this make things weird?" Fuad gulps. "Does Luke know you're here right now?"
"Of course he does. Why do you think I came here while he's at practice?" Gabriel moves forward, closing the distance between them. Their faces are mere inches apart. So are their chests. So are their crotches.
"Oh, right. That, uh... makes sense." Fuad says. His cock is chubbing up inside his shorts. If he can, he'd rip Gabriel's clothes off right now and jump on top of him, but the shock of the situation seems to have paralyzed his muscles.
"You can say no," Gabriel puts a hand on Fuad's chin and tilts his face up. "But I don't think you want to."
Fuad swallows. Gabriel's breath caresses his face with a warm and inviting touch. An intensity fills Gabriel's eyes as he stares at them.
"If... if Luke is okay with it, then I... yeah."
