Another guy

Incident part 3

Trevor’s point of view:

Bulby’s words lingered in the air. I took a long sip from my glass. The amber liquid burned as it made its way down my throat. Although the liquid was wet, my mouth felt dry.

I was unsure what the words meant, but what they were indicating sounded like a crime.

Zach finally broke the silence:

“What do you mean, Professor?”

He did not sound confused, but there was a hint of curiosity in his voice.

Bulby took a sip from his glass before he answered:

“When this girl comes to the party, we will slip something in her drink. After that we can all have our way with her. She will not remember anything, and we will not say anything to her.”

His voice sounded like a villain telling us his genius plan. The only question I had was why? Why would we do this to her?

Zach took a sip from his glass, he looked like a man deep in thought.

“If she remembers or if someone tells her, we could end up in prison.”

Bulby looked at Zach with a hint of irritation.

“I just told you that she will not remember a thing. Think about the wet, tight entrance we will be burying our manhoods in. It will be amazing.”

His breath got shorter and his eyes darkened.

I was in shock, but I could not stop wondering if he knew her. I wanted to tell him off and say no, but then the images of her spread out on the bed naked flashed before my eyes. I could not think straight, the alcohol made me think with my rod. Somehow I still mustered the words:

“It would be wrong to violate her like that.”

Bulby’s eyes were on me in a split second, annoyance and anger were the only emotions they showed:

“That girl is asking for it. Touching herself like that, for anyone to burst into her room. She did not even close her blinds before making herself all hot and bothered.”

Zach looked at him and the next question out of him was above is intelligence:

“How do you know that the blinds were open?”

Bulby froze, his expression changed from angry to a state of embarrassment.

“Well, I-I-I just assume that she…”

Zach interrupted him:

“You perverted prik! You were watching from the courtyard! Where you not?”

Zach made a half smile, he was the type of person who was into everything perverted.

My curiosity got the best of me and I asked with a foolish smile:

“You saw her?”

He took a sip of his drink before responding:

“Yes, and I agree with you that she is hot. I feel like I need to get her out of my system. The only way is to have intercourse with her. And I need your help. I can’t do this on my own. All I know is that I need to bury my member inside of her folds. All I need to know is, are you guys onboard?”

There was silence. This was an ethical dilemma. Finally, Zach broke the silence, his tone was full of lust and excitement.

“If she is as hot as you guys say, I know I will want to concur her one day. Why not tonight? I am in!”

My conscience was fighting my arousal. It was a tough choice to make, but somehow I felt like I could not say no to these guys. The urge to be inside of her was also a big factor in this decision. They both looked at me and I could see in their eyes that the question was, are you in or are you out? The thought of them burying themselves inside her and me knowing but not participating was more unbearable for my moral compass than the actual deed. I knew that this was wrong, that I could get a stamp that would say rapist for the rest of my life, but the risk of it seemed to be worth it. What was I going to do? Say no?

Images of her orgasm flooded my brain and my breath grew quicker. The blood was all down on my shaft and I could almost see myself making her scream my name.

I knew my decision and it was quite clear.