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 1: Let Me Entertain You
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"Mankind bears no greater gift than imagination. It's what drives us forward to achieve bigger and better things, to make our lives and the lives of those that come after us much more fulfilling. All of you sitting here today possess this grand skill of imagination. You might think that only the artsy kids or the engineers are the imaginative ones, but that's false. All humans have an incredible sense of imagination that manifests in a multitude of ways. Yet, I believe that there is one byproduct of imagination that every single one of us - well, perhaps except those of us who are asexual - generates, and that's sexual fantasies.
"You see, sexual fantasies have existed since the start of civilization. They are virtually universal; we can find representations of erotic fantasy in nearly all cultures around the world. Yet, human as it is, we rarely see them in public discourse. A horror movie director might produce scenes of women being violently attacked and murdered, yet people just see it as entertainment instead of a manifestation of his fantasies. Even worse, we make fun of others' fantasies, calling them perverted and disgusting even though, let's all face it, our own thoughts are no more saintly.
"So if there's one thing I want all of you to walk out of here with, it's this: sexual fantasy is fundamentally human. Sure, they might stem from the deepest and darkest corners of our minds, maybe some childhood trauma, maybe some subconscious insecurities. But none of that means we should run away from our imagination, or we should lock our thoughts safely inside a black box in the back of our heads. No, we should embrace them, dissect them, stare into them as if they're a mirror that reflects our true selves. And, if we're lucky enough, we may even find someone, someone whom we trust with every bone in our body, to help us realize them."
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Luke McLelland likes to be seen.
He doesn't know why. What childhood event could have sparked off this need to be watched inside him? All he knows is that he likes to be the center of attention. Such as in seventh grade, when he enjoyed the looks of admiration from his classmates after he'd scored the slam dunk that won them a match against another school. Or in junior year of high school, when he relished in the jealous side-eyes from his teammates after getting straight As while being the most popular player on the team. Or in freshman year of college, when he delighted in everyone's shocked faces after he came out, becoming the first openly gay basketball player in the university's history.
And what makes it even better is that Luke knows people like looking at him. After all, he's your all-American jock with a blond cut, blue eyes, a square jawline, and the body of an underwear model. The gawking and staring are a given, Luke thinks, and they fuel him. After coming out and having everyone's eyes on him, Luke only got more confident. He's doing well in classes and making steady gains in the gym. He's even found himself one hell of a fine boyfriend in the process.
Luke McLelland knows being seen gives him the utmost pleasure in life, which is why he decided to ask Fuad the biggest favor he's ever asked of him.
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"You want me to WHAT?" Fuad's eyes almost bulge out of their sockets.
"It's not gonna be weird, I promise," Luke says. He knew Fuad wouldn't be enthusiastic about the idea right off the bat.
"How is me watching you fuck your boyfriend not gonna be weird?" Fuad asks, his brows scrunched together.
"Okay, first of all, I won't be doing the fucking, Gabriel will," Luke says. "But more importantly, we, as in you and me, are comfortable enough with each other for that. It's not like you haven't seen me orgasm before."
"Hold up," Fuad raises a hand. "Us watching porn and jerking off is very, very different from you having sex with your boyfriend. And we haven't even done that in, like, eight months."
"It's more like seven. And technically, summer break doesn't count, so it's really only four months," Luke says. Before he started going out with Gabriel, he could always count on Fuad for a good bating session once or twice a week. It's their little secret ever since they became roommates in sophomore year. Even though they're both gay, and Luke does find Fuad pretty good-looking - he has the hot nerd type of look with his lanky build, thick-rimmed glasses, and scruffy beard - they've never seen each other as anything other than friends and jerk off buddies.
"Sure. Whatever." Fuad puts his hands on his hips. "Look, I'm glad that we're still roommates this year but dude, we're just not at that level with each other anymore."
"Come on," Luke pouts. "I know it's a big favor to ask but I just... It's just what I'm into, okay? And you'll be getting one hell of a show, too."
Fuad rolls his eyes but Luke knows Fuad finds him attractive and Gabriel is the sexiest guy Luke's ever met. Who wouldn't want to see them in action?
"If that's your thing, why not create an OnlyFans or go to an orgy? That way, you'll get to show off to even more people, right?"
"Trust me, I've thought about it," Luke sighs. "But you know how it is for gay athletes. I can be out but I can't be too out there. Something like OnlyFans or being spotted at an orgy would ruin me."
Fuad stares at him for a while, his eyes thoughtful, before looking down to the floor. "I just... don't want it to be weird, you know? We're friends and we live with each other and stuff. I don't want things to get messy," he says.
"Dude," Luke steps forward and puts his hands on his shoulders, prompting Fuad to look up at him. "It's senior year. Before we know it, it's gonna be graduation and you'll be working at some massive tech company and I'll be... well actually I'm still not sure. I don't think I'll get drafted since, you know, gay, but also my parents are-"
"Get to the point," Fuad scowls.
"Right," Luke gives him a small smile. "What I'm saying is let's just use the time we have left to explore. Be wild. Have fun. If you're not into it, you can leave and I won't make you do it again. But just know that I'm asking you because I trust you. You're the man for the job, mate."
Fuad bites his lips and closes his eyes, which is what he always does when he's thinking really hard. Luke's heart pounds with anticipation, before Fuad's lids finally open.
"Fine," Fuad nods. "Let's do it."
Luke quite literally jumps with joy.
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There's a knock on the door. Luke and Fuad, sitting on their respective beds but facing each other, both snap their heads up. Luke gives Fuad a reassuring nod before going to open the door. Gabriel stands in front of him, smiling. He's wearing what Luke likes to call his fuck-me ensemble: a white oversized muscle tee that contrasts with his beautiful dark skin and shows off his toned arms, together with pink gym shorts that barely peek out from under the top. Gabriel's short, rough hair that has been recently dyed blond just completes the look with some added sexiness.
"Hey, babe," Gabriel says and pulls him into a deep kiss right at the door frame, Gabriel's beard scratching against Luke's smooth chin. Luke wraps his arms around Gabriel and drags him inside, their lips not parting for a second. Until Fuad speaks.
"Hey, Gabriel," Fuad says and Luke lets go of Gabriel's mouth. They both turn to see Fuad's amused face.
"Hi Fuad," Gabriel flashes a smile. "Thanks so much for... shall we say, participating today. You have no idea how much Luke wants this."
"Oh, I think I have some idea," Fuad says. "He's offered to treat me to dinner at Cheesecake Factory as a 'thank you' treat. I was like, Cheesecake Factory? That's how you know Luke is really serious about this."
"Okay, fine, I'll come up with something fancier," Luke rolls his eyes. "But can we get to it now? I'm super fucking horny. This is, like, the hottest shit ever."
Gabriel smirks at Luke, then turns to Fuad. "You ready?" he asks. Fuad takes a deep breath and nods. Luke throws him a grin. Then, he immediately tackles Gabriel onto his bed and smashes their lips together.
"Mmmm," Luke hums into Gabriel's mouth as his hands tug at the bottom of Gabriel's tee. He pulls away from the kiss for a brief moment to strip it off Gabriel before diving back onto his boyfriends' soft, juicy lips. Luke loves making out with Gabriel. Their kisses are always deep and passionate, tongues vying for entrance, mouths grappling at each other with need. Luke considers himself very lucky to have scored such a top-notch kisser to be his boyfriend. Which is why he's struck with confusion when Gabriel suddenly stops kissing him.
"Hey, Fuad," Gabriel turns to his side and Luke follows his gaze. Fuad is still sitting on the edge of the bed, both his hands still on the mattress.
"Huh?" Fuad startles.
"Just do whatever you want, okay? Take off your clothes, pull your dick out and jerk off, whatever," Gabriel continues. "Sit back, relax, and enjoy the show."
