The Zone (Fiction) Chapter 4

I was nervous.  I wouldn’t exactly say I was scared, but I was definitely very, very nervous.  Here I was, sitting on a bed, in my underwear, in a bizarre bedroom that looked like it was designed for a cheap porn shoot.  What made it worse is that I could see exactly how I looked.  In the mirrors plastering the walls I saw a scared kid that at one time used to be confident, even cocky, but now was barely holding on to what little self-respect he had left.  I kept running my fingers through my hair nervously, taking deep breaths, and trying to sort it all out. 

I was by myself for about 10 minutes when the door opened.  I was startled, but relaxed when I saw that it was Arturo.  He came in with his drink still in hand, ignoring me and walked over to the only table in the room.  I didn’t say anything as he opened the drawer under the table and pulled out a small hand mirror and set it on the table.  He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, folded piece of paper.  He carefully opened the packet and I could see what at first looked like white powder.  I thought it was cocaine which I had seen a couple of times before at parties, but when he scattered some of the contents onto the mirror I could see that it was not a powder but more like tiny, clear pebbles, or crystals. He poured a few of these crystals on the mirror, refolded the paper, and put it back in his pocket.  He then reached into his other pocket and pulled out a small pocket knife.  He flipped open one of the blades and then proceeded to carefully chop the crystals.  There was a look of concentration on his face as he chopped away, then scooped the now more finer particles into a pile, chopped again with his knife, then repeated the process over and over.  His eyes never left the mirror and it was clear he had done this many times.

After a couple of minutes leaning over the mirror and going through this repetitive process he finally stood up, carefully licked the edges of the blade, and then folded the it and put the pocket knife back in his pants.  He then reached into his back pocket and pulled out what looked like a small, clear straw but as I looked closer I saw that it was a plastic ballpoint pen that had the insides removed.  He then leaned over the desk where he had just formed 6 lines of the unknown powder on the mirror.  Taking the hollowed out pen he then proceeded to put one end to his nose, leaned all the way over the table, placed a finger over his left nostril, and then starting at one end of the lines began to inhale, moving the straw as he did.  The line of powder disappeared as the plastic tube approached, as if picked up by a vacuum hose, and disappeared into his right nostril.  He stood up, leaned his head back, and quickly pinched and tugged on his nose several times with his left thumb and forefinger as he continued to inhale.

With his other hand still holding the plastic tube he held it out to me acknowledging my presence for the first time since he entered the room and asked, “Want some?”

“No, no thanks,”  I replied as he began to walk toward me.

I had originally thought the stuff was coke but the color was not white like I had seen the few times before.  I knew coke was not as harmful as most adults would like you to believe but I had no idea what this stuff was so I decided I would pass. I also didn’t want to find myself not only kept in a room to do unknown things while at the same time being completely fucked up.  It wasn’t worth the risk I quickly determined.

“So you ready for a pajama party or something?” Arturo asked, looking at me up and down. I wasn't sure if he was trying to make a joke, or trying to make me uncomfortable as I stood there in my underwear.  Neither one of us laughed and I became very aware that I was standing in his presence almost completely nude. 

“Martin told me to get undressed,” I said, feeling even more embarrassed as he continued to stare at me.

Arturo suddenly turned and tossed himself on the bed, rolled over on his back, looked at the ceiling and began to take several large and deep breaths.  He also began to run his fingers across the top of his head as if he were running them through his hair.  With his head shaved though it looked a little odd and I wondered if he was feeling some of the effects of whatever he had just put up his nose.

Laying back on the bed and talking to the ceiling, he advised me, “The guys just showed up a couple of minutes ago.  They won’t be ready to party for a while.  They’ve got to finish their business first.”  He continued to rub his head with his hands.

Although I hadn't asked for an update of what was happening in the other room I was appreciative that he felt some obligation to keep me informed.  “What business is that?” I asked, turning to face him on the bed.

“Best if you don’t know.  I don’t know all of it myself, but I know when to mind my own business.”  He then suddenly sat up and pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and lit one up.  He took a deep drag on the cigarette and then asked, “So, you a fag or something?”

The bluntness of his questions caught me off guard but I didn’t see any reason to try and bullshit him.  “Yeah, I’m gay.  What about you?”

“No fucking way man.  I don’t like none of this shit,” he said as he slowly shook his head from side to side.

“Then why are you here?”  I couldn’t begin to think why he was here if he wasn’t somehow being coerced like me.  I at least got myself into this predicament because I was gay to begin with and had gotten in over my head.  I wondered if he was somehow being coerced in some other way by Martin, or possibly Jake.

He continued to smoke his cigarette for a while before responding, “It ain’t no business but my own.”

I knew when to keep my mouth shut, so I did.  We looked at each other in silence for a while before Arturo once again got up and went over to the table.  There was an ashtray on the table where he put out his cigarette.  He then proceeded to inhale two more lines from the mirror.    He again went through the motions of standing up, sniffing, and pulling on his nose.

I was getting up the nerve to ask Arturo additional questions to determine why he was here when the door opened and Jake came in, shutting the door behind him.

“I just wanted to make sure you boys are doing okay in here and weren’t getting into any trouble,” he said, smiling.  If you didn't know any better he could easily have just been sticking his head in a room to check on his kids.  He then walked over to where I was sitting and reached down with his hand to caress my face.  Any similarities at that point vanished.  "Man, you sure are one fine white boy.  You know I’ll be having some more of you tonight,” he said, more talking to himself than me. He then looked over at Arturo, his smile leaving his face, and said, “And you, get outta them clothes before Martin comes in here.  You know he want you to be ready when the party be startin.”

“Whatever you say.  You’re the boss,” came Arturo’s reply as he looked at Jake with contempt.

Jake looked at Arturo with a hard stare before responding quietly but firmly, “Don’t get smart with me boy.  You don’t want to piss me off.”  He then returned his attention to me, acting as if no one else was in the room.  His smile returned and he continued to rub the side of my face with his hand, and then taking his fingers and rubbing them on my lips.  “Boy you sure are pretty.  Damn pretty.  I may not be able to wait until later to get some of you.”  He then reached down with his other hand and started to unbuckle his his pants.  “Why don’t you get down here boy and suck daddy’s cock for a little bit.” 

I didn’t have any feelings, good or otherwise, for Jake, but instead I found myself indifferent to his request.  I knew, however, that I had better do as I was told.  I glanced over at Arturo and he was watching us but if he had any thoughts on what Jake was asking me to do I could not tell from his expression.  I slipped off the bed and onto my knees in front of Jake.  I found myself looking directly at his crotch as he finished undoing his buckle and proceeded to unbutton his pants and pull down his zipper.  As ashamed as I was that I had found myself getting caught up in this crazy situation I had to acknowledge that I was not disgusted that Jake had asked me to suck his cock.  With Arturo watching I hoped that he did not see the outline of my cock in my underwear as it started to get slightly harder.

“Now pull it out baby, and get to work.  Show me you haven't forgotten how to take care of Daddy” Jake instructed as he placed both of his hands on the back of my head, ready to force his soon to be exposed cock down my throat.  He was wearing boxers and I reached in and quite easily found his already stiffening cock.  I pulled his cock through the opening in his shorts and once again found myself looking at a grotesquely huge and thick black cock that was soon going to be in my mouth.  Looking up into his face I could see a look of pure lust come across him.  The smile was gone.  Replaced by a sneer of meanness that was looking to use the blond, white face that was now in front of him.

I reached out my hand, grabbing the base, and flicked out my tongue and began to slowly lap first at the sides and then the head of the black monster.  His cock was now swiftly getting harder and the thickness of it surprised me.  It was obviously the same cock that had roughly used me the week before, but now it seemed almost larger as I continued to lick the sides and head.  Once his cock was thoroughly coated with spit I opened my mouth as wide as possible in order to fit the now solid hard cock into my mouth.  The spit helped, because even though I had my mouth open as far as possible, the sides of his cock still stretched my lips as I opened wide to take as many inches as I could.  I didn’t get very far, maybe only 2-3 inches, before the head of his cock would go no further. I then began to withdraw, so that once again I could try to impale the black tool deeper into my mouth.

“There we go boy,” he said, as he started to apply pressure on the back of my head, trying to fit even more cock into my mouth.  I had originally gotten on my knees and my back was pressing against the bed.  When Jake started to push my head further onto his cock he also was pushing himself closer against my body until finally I found myself pressed against the back of the bed and my head was leaning back against the top of the mattress.  Jake wasted no time in taking advantage of the new position, taking his hand and pressing it on my forehead to keep it pressed firmly on the mattress.  My arms were in front of me when I had started to suck his cock and now in this position they were pinned to my chest as Jake’s thick legs were now straddling my shoulders.

With each thrust of Jake’s hips, I tried to relax my throat so I could take in more of his cock, but it was the thickness, not the length that was prohibiting me from taking any more of his cock down my throat.  I tried to let my spit coat his cock even more but it did not do any good and pretty soon the spit was running down my chin and neck.  Jake, however, didn’t seem to mind that I could only take about half of his cock into my throat.  He seemed content to be getting what I was giving so I just relaxed and began to let him fuck my throat as hard as he wanted.

As he pumped my throat he found what must have been a good rhythm because he finally stopped staring down at his cock and began to look around the room.  I couldn’t tell from my pinned position on the bed what he was seeing, but something appeared to agitate him.  “Art, get the fuck over here and let me check out your ass.  You can stuff all that shit up your nose later, now get the fuck over here and join the party.”

“Jake, I ain’t ready for this shit yet,” I heard Arturo reply. 

“I'm not going to ask you again.  Now get the fuck over here and get on the bed.”  Out of the corner of my eye I saw Arturo come and sit next to me on the bed.  Out of the corner of my eye I could see his expression was pure anger, bordering on rage  “And get the fuck out of those clothes.  I want your ass up on the bed, so I can taste that sweet ass of yours.”

I caught a glimpse of Arturo as he slowly slipped out of his clothes.  He stood there naked for a few seconds before finally crawling onto the bed. I could feel the mattress move as he climbed upon it and came to where my head was pinned against the mattress.  I had the sense that he knew what Jake liked as he then proceeded to get on his hands and knees with his knees now straddled on either side of my head.  I was now looking straight up at Arturo’s cock and ass that were now a mere inches from my face.  Jake's cock had not stopped fucking my mouth during this time and I was doing my best to keep my mouth open to take it in, while at the same time trying to breath through my nose which was becoming increasingly more difficult.  

Although Arturo's legs were somewhat hairy, the remainder of his body, at least from what I could see in my position, was fairly smooth.  Because he was straddling my head, I could see all the way up the crack of his ass and except for a few small black hairs that surrounded his tightly closed hole, he was completely hairless.  His stomach also was hairless except for a small trail of hair that ran down to his pubes, which I noticed had been trimmed.  I could not tell if they had been shaved, or whether it was natural, but his balls were completely hairless as well.

And then there was his cock.  It was beautiful.  It wasn’t hard, but it wasn’t completely soft either.  I imagined watching me suck Jake’s cock did a little something for him because his cock hung there, a good 7 inches at least, with the uncut head of his cock peeking out from beneath his silky smooth brown skin.  Although Jake and Martin’s cocks were huge, they were also ugly, with thick veins and wrinkled skin.  Arturo’s cock though was smooth, and although there were also veins running through it they were not grotesque, but seemed to amplify the beauty of his cock.  The color of his cock was just a little bit darker than his skin.  I wondered immediately what it would feel like to have his cock in my mouth or in my ass. 

“Oh yeah, that’s what I wanted to see,” said Jake, as he reached up with both his hands and pulled Arturo’s cheeks apart.  “That is the most beautiful hole I believe I have ever seen.  God must have made this with his own hands, I do believe.”  Jake suddenly pulled his cock out of my mouth, then leaned his head forward and in one movement brought his face to Arturo’s ass.  He licked his ass from the bottom of his crack all the way to the top.  He then did it several times more, starting at the bottom of his crack, right under Arturo’s balls, all the way up through his crack and out at the top.  He finally settled his mouth right over Arturo’s hole and began to lick it with a passion.

My attention so far has been on Jake that I forgot about what Arturo was doing.  I arched my head back a little further, no longer burdened with Jake’s cock in my mouth, so I could see between Arturo’s legs and up to his face.  Arturo had his eyes closed and his head hung limply towards the bed as he held up his upper body firmly with his arms pushed against the bed.  I wasn’t an expert on such things, but I knew that Arturo was enjoying what Jake was doing to him.  Arturo’s mouth was slightly open and I could tell his was taking deep breaths as his chest was expanding.  I noticed his cock was getting harder, although not completely.  Yes indeed, he was enjoying this a lot.  I noticed that he was even starting to push his body backwards a little bit so that Jake could have more access to his ass.  I began to wonder if Arturo’s little straight act might be just that – an act.

Jake continued to suck on Arturo’s hole for about a minute before slowly pulling back his head and stood up.  His cock was still hanging out of his pants and he carefully pushed it back into his boxer shorts and zipped up his pants. 

“Just a taste.  That’s all I need… for now,” Jake said as he looked down at both of us.  He reached up with his forearm and wiped his mouth with his shirt.  "And you," he said, looking at me.  "...you get that fucking underwear off."  Then without saying anything else he turned around, opened the door, and walked out closing the door behind him.

Neither Arturo nor I had moved and I found myself again staring at his ass and cock.  Arturo hadn’t moved and I could still hear him breathing deeply.  I had the urge to reach up with my tongue and taste his cock, which was only inches from my mouth, but instead I carefully leaned forward as to make sure I did not touch him, then rolled over onto my knees and then stood up.  Arturo still had not moved and as I looked over on the bed I saw just how beautiful his body was as he remained on his hands and knees.  I had worked out and showered with many guys in school, and I don't think I had ever seen anyone that had such a perfect body.

I noted that his eyes were still closed and I wondered if he even realized that Jake had left the room.  I also noticed that he was still pushing his ass back against the air, if only slightly.  He clearly was still in his own little world, no doubt helped by what he had put up his nose.

“Hey,” I said softly.  Arturo still hadn’t moved and after a few more seconds I raised my voice and repeated, “Hey!” 

As if waking up from a dream Arturo suddenly jolted, rolled over, and then sat up on the side of the bed.  He was blinking his eyes quickly as if he was having a hard time seeing.  He started to look around the room again as if he suddenly had forgotten where he was.  He again started to run his fingers across his head. 

He then noticed me standing there and after a few seconds he seemed to get some of his senses back. 

“Fuck,” he said, talking to himself.  He then looked at me directly in the eyes and I saw an expression of anger cross his face as he told me, “If you ever tell anyone about this I will fucking kill you.”  He then looked away, got up and went to where he had left his shoes and clothes on the floor.  He then picked them up, folded them as best he could, and placed them next to the table on the floor.  I noticed that my things were lying nearby and I picked them up and did the same, putting them next to his.  I also took off  my underwear as Jake has asked, leaving me now just as naked as Arturo.

Any hint of anger had appeared to dissipate as Arturo grabbed what was left of his cigarette, re-lit it with the lighter he had left on the table, and then went back and sat down on the bed.  As he smoked with one had he continued to rub his head with the other, leaning is head forward and looking at the floor.

Although we were both naked it did not feel all that strange, since I had just sucked Jake’s cock and Arturo had just had his ass eaten while I watched.  We now didn’t have anything to hide, as it was clear that we both had a role to play in this ongoing scene playing out by the minute.  He may have thought of me as a 'fag' but it was clear he was going to have to do many of the same things I no doubt would be put through.  What was still unclear was whether he had any capacity to secretly enjoy it as I knew I was capable of.

I went and sat down next to Arturo on the bed.  He still was looking at the floor and didn’t seem to notice or care that I was sitting next to him.  I had an urge to touch him, not sexually, but to just put my hand on him.  I wasn’t sure why I wanted to do this him but for some reason I could tell that I was not the only one in the room who felt the need to be comforted in some way, even if the gesture was a small one.

“So, what happens next?” I asked. 

Arturo sat up slowly, looking at me again for the first time since warning me that I could never tell or face dire consequences. 

“Man, I don’t know,” he replied as he looked around the room slowly. “The only thing I do know is that I am going to keep getting fucked up.” 

“What is that anyway,” I asked, looking over at the table where there were still several lines of the powdered substance waiting to be inhaled.

“It’s good shit,” he said, suddenly laughing lightly.  “Man, seriously you should try it.  There’s plenty more where that came from.”  I didn’t say anything as Arturo slowly relaxed back onto the bed and began staring at the ceiling. 

I got up off the bed and went to the door.  Still naked I opened the door a few inches, making sure to stand behind it, and peeked out.  I could see down the hallway to part of the bar area.  More people had arrived.  Most were black, but I noticed several white guys and a few guys who appeared to be Latino.  They were dressed in regular street clothes, with the exception of a few black guys who were better dressed.  One larger black man was wearing a suit.  A few were just wearing wife beaters.  It was definitely a mix of men from different backgrounds.

Most had paired off with one of the many women who were standing around.  I could tell that these women were prostitutes, but not as dirty or sleazy looking as some of those that I had seen walking some of the seedy streets of Chicago.  They were however in small, tight dresses and the high-heels on many of them were several inches high.  They all had long hair, including the black women, and even from my distance I could see their faces were plastered with makeup.  Some of the guys were touching the women in a not so subtle way.  One taller black guy wearing a black leather vest over a white t-shirt stood inches from a shorter blond woman with her back pushed against the bar.  He was talking inches from her face with a sly grin on his face.  I noticed his hand was up and under her short dress and grabbing her crotch.  She did not seem to mind.  I did not see Martin or Jake and after 30 seconds I slowly closed the door.

As I turned around and once again looked at the room with the mirrors I wondered if anyone knew this oddly designed apartment was even in the building.  I had been in the apartment next door and it was nothing fancy, and if anything somewhat dumpy.  Yet here was this apartment, also in the basement of the building, with no windows and decorated clearly for people who wanted to does nothing but drink, party, and have sex.  I could not see into the other two bedrooms as the doors were closed.  I wondered if they were also decorated in such a gaudy manner.  The bathroom door was open and I could see the counter top.  There were several piles of hand towels next to the sink.  Whoever owned the building no doubt knew that this strange apartment existed.  I briefly wondered if Martin or Jake owned the building, or possibly it was owned by one of their guests.

Arturo was once again heading toward the table and as I watched he inhaled another line.  After doing so he seemed a little out of it for a few seconds.  He then walked over to where I stood.  He looked at me as he reached toward me, then behind me, and the next thing I knew the single light bulb in the room began to dim.  I looked behind me and the light was on a dimmer switch.  It had been on full, and Arturo turned it slowly to the left until there was still light in the room, but it was much less harsh.

“I’m going to lay down for a bit,” he said as he walked back over to the bed, climbed up, and lay on his stomach.  I watched him the entire way and I couldn’t help but notice how fit he was.  He had almost zero body fat, similar to myself, but he had more muscle tone.  It may have been the light caramel color of his skin, but I could clearly see the muscles of his back and ass as he relaxed down onto the bed.  He even had a slight tan line as his ass was lighter than the rest of his body.  I noticed my cock begin to tingle as I watched him bring up his arms up to his shoulders to rest his head. 

“You might as well take a break,” he said, not looking at me.  “Come and lay down with me.”

I did as he asked and I slowly crawled onto the bed next to him being careful not to get too close.  The bed was king size so I was able to lie down and have some room to maneuver.  I was on my side facing him with one arm pulled up where I rested my head.  I watched as he lay there and after a few minutes I wondered if he had fallen asleep.

He opened his eyes and looking over to me asked, “Do me a favor.  Rub my back.” 

It sounded innocent enough and as I reached over I could hear in the other room that they had turned up the volume on the music that had been playing.  I looked toward the door.  I couldn’t make out the song, but I could feel the slight vibration from the base as it rippled throughout the apartment.  I also heard what sounded like a door closing and I wondered if one of the men had decided to take one of the women into the bedrooms.

I looked back at Arturo and his nude body laying next to me. I touched my fingers on his back and as I did his body shuddered and he let out a sigh and whispered, “Fuck that feels good.”  I began to rub my hands along the muscles of his back and as I did so he continued a low moan.  I wasn’t doing anything other than lightly rubbing his back, yet he clearly was enjoying the feeling of my touch.  I made sure to keep to his back although my eyes were staring at the cheeks of his ass, which by this point I had determined were perfect in every way. 

With the lights now lower I found myself staring to relax.  I didn’t for a moment forget that only feet away in the other room complete strangers were drinking and enjoying themselves, but laying there I found myself starting to wonder if this wasn’t going to be as bad as I had first thought.  My hand pressed harder into his body and I lightly started to squeeze and massage his shoulders.  He continued to moan and I noticed that he was beginning to slightly grind his body against the bed. 

“You know, you really should have some,” he whispered without opening his eyes.  I assumed he was referring to the drugs on the table.

“No, that’s okay.  I’m fine.”

“It just feels good, is all I’m saying,” he said as he continued to slowly move his body against the sheet.  “I wouldn’t let you fucking touch me unless I was high."  He continued to let out the occasional moan.  "Jesus Christ, I’m fucked up,” he said and then suddenly rolled over onto his back.  I could tell he was still quite out of it as he almost rolled off the edge of the bed, but he caught himself and slid back toward the middle, getting even more close to me where now our bodies were actually touching in several places.

When he settled back down I couldn’t help but look down at his cock that was now clearly in view.  It was rock hard.  When Jake was licking his ass earlier I thought I saw his cock begin to get hard, but there was no doubt that what I had seen earlier was nothing compared to what I was seeing now.  He was clearly rock hard to the point where his cock was not even resting on his stomach, but floated about an inch above.  The head of his cock was almost completely exposed from his uncut foreskin.  It was the most beautiful cock I had ever seen.  Comparing it to my own it may have only been an inch or so longer, but it was much thicker.  What made it truly beautiful was it’s silky smooth texture.  It was the color of chocolate milk, and was just as smooth.  My eyes were drawn to it and only after several seconds did I catch myself staring and quickly looked to his face to see if he had noticed.  To my relief his eyes were still closed.

“Rub my chest,” he demanded, eyes still closed, knowing that I would comply.  I did as he asked and soon I was feeling his chest which was completely hairless except for a few thin black hairs that surrounded his larger than average nipples.  My fingers lightly touched him at first, but then I let the weight of my hand fall completely on his body and I began to rub his chest making sure that my fingers ran over his nipples.  As I did so I noticed his cock begin to jerk upwards.  The blood was definitely being pumped into his cock and my hands were making it jump on it’s own.

“So, you like what they did to you?” he suddenly asked quietly, keeping his eyes closed with his head facing the ceiling.  “You faggots like this shit, don’t you?”  He asked it in a way that was not nearly as mean as it sounded.  I got the impression that he didn’t even think he was being rude by calling me a ‘faggot’ but instead was just curious and this was the only way he knew how to talk about the subject.

I thought about what he had asked and I wasn’t sure how to answer.  “I never did anything all that crazy until last week.”  I assumed he knew what had happened the week before but I wasn’t sure.  “I've been with other guys though, like friends from school.  I guess I like guys, so yeah."

After a few seconds he said no more than, “That's cool.” 

"But last week when I met Martin and Jake", I hesitated before I continued.  "They were really rough but I let them do it.”   I wanted to explain to Arturo how I had somehow turned into this person that I didn't even recognize.  I wanted to tell him, hoping he would understand, that although I liked what they did I didn't understand why I liked it.  I didn't think he would understand, though, so I simply asked, “What about you?”

The expression on his face became a more stern, as if he was thinking about something unpleasant, and said, “I like to get fucked up.  When I get fucked up I do shit but it doesn’t mean I’m a faggot.  If they get me fucked up they know I will get stupid.”  He hesitated for a few seconds before continuing, “It doesn’t give them the right to fuck with me though.”  He once again had a look on his face that was clearly driven by angered thoughts.

“Then why do you do it?” I asked.

He suddenly laughed, and it startled me a little.  I stopped rubbing his chest for a second before he said, “Man, I don’t know.  It’s just fucked up!”  I could tell he was starting to get a little agitated, if not at me but possibly at the situation and what ideas it was putting in his head.  He quickly rolled over on his side, facing me, and was now looking at me directly only inches from my face.

“You’ve got my back though, right?” he said suddenly. 

I had been around a few guys who when high started to act a little weird.  This was one of those cases.  I didn’t even know what he was talking about but I told him, “Yeah, I got your back.” 

“Because it’s just you and me.  You understand that, right?”

“Yeah…” I said hesitantly.

“I watch your back, you watch mine.  We got a deal?”

He was now so close that our foreheads were touching.  I could see that his eyes were dilated.  He was fucked up big time.  “I got your back.  It’s a deal.  You and me.”  I was winging it as best I could and I hoped he was not picking up on the fact that although he was probably one of the sexiest guys I had ever been close to I was still a little scared of him.  I was scared of him when I first met him, but with him fucked up it added another dimension.

His face suddenly changed and his eyebrows pulled together in a worried expression.  His mind had clearly shifted to something completely different.  He pulled back a few inches so our heads were no longer touching and continued to stare directly into my eyes.  He then grabbed one of my shoulders and pleaded, “Please don’t tell my mom,” and then he looked as if he were on the verge of tears.

I was now clearly out of my league.  It was bad enough that I was being practically kidnapped, but now I was in a room with a young kid completely fucked up out of his mind.  I looked over at the door and thankfully no one had entered.  I didn’t know what Martin or Jake would do if they came in now.  It occurred to me that they both most likely had seen Arturo very fucked up on previous occasions and I wondered what they had done to him.  As I watched him start to get his composure back it angered me thinking about what those two assholes had obviously done to him to get him this screwed up.

Arturo’s mind was apparently switching gears very quickly now as he no longer had a worried or sad look on his face, but instead had again closed his eyes and rolled onto his back.  I noticed that his cock had remained rock hard, appearing to have a mind of it’s own. 

He didn’t ask me to rub his chest but instead acted as if I wasn’t even there.  He started to rub his body with his hands, first on his chest, and then very soon he was grabbing his cock.  He wasn’t jerking off, but rubbing his hand over the shaft of his cock.  With his other hand he reached down and grabbed his balls and started to pull on them.  He was now writhing on the sheets in apparent ecstasy, even to the point where he was occasionally pulling his knees up and toward his chest.  I noticed that he was also reaching down and switching between grabbing and pulling on his balls and then moving his hand down further and rubbing his ass.  

As I watched I couldn’t help but get aroused at the show he was giving me.  Even though he was clearly fucked up I couldn’t help but enjoy the sight of such a dark and muscled Latino stud rolling on the bed next to me stroking his cock and ass.  I wanted so badly to reach out and add my own hands to his, but I did not.  I couldn’t forget the fact that he was already quite fucked up after snorting some unknown drugs, but I didn’t have to take advantage of the situation.  I may have let myself get used a week earlier in ways that I would never have thought possible, but that didn’t mean I had to become one of them.  Instead I simply reached over and began to slowly rub the top of his head with my hand, noting the coarse feeling of his shaved head as I did so.  I didn’t think I was going to be able to sooth him out of his high, but simply rubbing his head wasn’t going to do any harm either.  He didn't seem to mind as he continued to rub his hands over his beautiful body.

We stayed like that for several minutes until Arturo appeared to grow tired and the pace of his movements began to slow down.  I again couldn’t help but notice that at no time did his cock soften, but instead remained rock hard floating above his body.

He eventually slowed down altogether and stopped.  He just lay there with his hands to his side, breathing deeply.  After a few more minutes I was sure he had fallen asleep and I was beginning to think that I might want to take a nap myself when he slowly opened his eyes and looked over to me.  He had a content and relaxed look on his face.  I couldn’t tell what he was thinking but for the first time I saw someone who didn't look angry or worried.  Gone was the tough guy mask that he had been wearing since we first met.

He began to slowly push himself up with one hand and with the other he reached over and lightly grabbed the back of my neck and started pulling it towards him.  I didn’t try to pull back and within seconds I was just a few inches from his face when he arched up with his head and closed the remaining distance between the both of us pressing his mouth against mine in the process.

Part of me was shocked, but at the same time I felt this sense of peace as I felt his tongue slowly guide into my mouth.  He wasn’t being aggressive, but instead was very slow and sure with his movements.  He continued to pull me down toward him until eventually my upper body was lying on his.  He then reached up with his other hand and now had both hands on the side of my head as he continued to kiss me in a way that was more romantic than any other kiss that I had received in my lifetime.  It was tender, it wasn’t rushed, and as he kissed me he moaned ever so lightly that I felt the vibrations coming from his throat.

His hands slowly moved down from my head to my back which he slowly caressed as he continued to kiss me.  When he first kissed me I had kept my eyes open but I now let them slowly close and allowed myself to fall easily and willingly into his embrace.  I touched his tongue back with my own and I lightly sucked on his lips as he did the same with mine.  Although I had one hand that was pressed between us I was able to use my other hand and I carefully and slowly moved it down his side.  I soon felt his hand grab mind and he slowly guided it to his cock, which I did not hesitate to grab. 

It was as hard as it had previously looked, and as smooth as cream.  I did not grab it tightly, but instead I lightly guided my fingers around its base and moved my hand slowly up and down.  With my fingers I found the head of his cock and gently pulled what remained of his foreskin down and then proceeded to rub my index finger over the tip of his cock.  It was wet and I quickly was able to coat the entire head of his cock with his pre-cum.

He in turn had reached down and grabbed my cock.  Because I was on top of him he did not have much range of motion, but as he grabbed my cock I couldn’t help but let my own moan escape from my mouth.  He grabbed my cock and held it in his hand giving it the occasional squeeze, all the while continuing to kiss me more deep than I thought possible.  I was in heaven.

Suddenly the sound of a door slamming behind me quickly snapped me out of the dream embrace.  Arturo had also heard the door slam as he quickly began to push me away as I pulled away at the same time.  As I rolled over Arturo was already sitting up on the bed.  I wasn’t as quick but as soon as I began to sit up I saw Martin standing in front of the now closed door. 

He must have come in quietly when we were kissing as neither Arturo nor I had heard him.  I wondered how long he had been watching before he had slammed the door to catch our attention.

“Well, well, what do we have here?” he asked with a smile on his face that did not hide his obviously glee at catching us in the act.  Neither of us said anything and instead we both scooted to the edge of the bed to stand up.

“Just stay where you are,” Martin demanded.  We stopped, our legs hanging off the bed and resting on the floor.  “You,” he said, looking directly at Arturo.  “Maldito is here and he wants to see you.  Get ready.”  Martin then simply turned around, opened the door, walked out and closed it behind him.

Quickly coming out of my daze I looked toward Arturo to see if he knew what was going on.

“Who is Maldito?” I asked.

Arturo did not say anything, but simply stared at the now closed door.  The look on his face was clear.  He was terrified.