Secrets in His Arms

Anderson just walked in on his girlfriend fucking another dude, and worse, she didn’t stop.

He couldn’t think of anyone else to celebrate his scholarship with than his girlfriend, Jenny. They had been dating for a year now and he was head over heels in love with her, but studying for his scholarship exams had taken up much of his time and he didn’t have much time for her until now.

   “That will be 12 dollars and 25 cents,” the cashier told him, watching Anderson count the 13 dollars in total that he had pulled out from his pockets.

That was the last money he had. This couldn’t pay for his father’s drugs, so why not just spend it on the second most important person in his life. He paid for the flowers and the box of chocolates.

He walked out of the store, the happiness he felt didn’t give way to any of his worried thoughts. He had no money to pay for a cab to Jenny’s house, so he walked.

    He called Jenny’s number a couple of times, but she didn’t pick up. “Must probably be busy,” he reassured himself with a smile.

It was a twenty minutes’ walk to her house and by the time he arrived at the bungalow, he was sweating profusely. He didn’t need to knock, he wanted to surprise her this time.

  He walked in and gently closed the door behind him. As he stepped away from the door, his eyes caught the pink bra on the floor. He shook his head, how clumsy Jenny tended to be at times. He turned around and saw a pair of boxers next to a skirt. It was unmistakably Jenny’s and so was the loud moan he suddenly heard.

  Shattered, he headed towards her bedroom, her moans growing louder with each step he took. His fragile heart couldn’t take the sight he saw. She was naked, her back arched perfectly and the guy behind her was sweating profusely as he drilled into her.

   “Oh fuck, Nate…right there…don’t stop!”

Her eyes lulled and he made eye contact with her. He didn’t expect what happened. She completely ignored him, “Nate, don’t stop…please fuck me…”

  Nate grinned at a broken Anderson, “You don’t mind a watcher?”

“Let him watch,” Jenny retorted.

The box of chocolates slipped out of Anderson’s grip, “Jenny…” he was star-struck, “w-what are you…you don’t feel any remorse?” he gasped, unable to comprehend not just the scene, but her reaction, “you are cheating on me!”

  “And so what?” she brushed her hair out of her face, “why won’t I cheat on you, Anderson? You starve me of your attention, you don’t even have a good sex game! And all of a sudden, you act like you are some gay dude that can’t even kiss a woman properly! You disgust me, Anderson,” she snapped, her words piercing into his heart like daggers, “I stuck with you despite the fact that you were poor, but you won’t starve me of good sex because you are getting brain-fucked by those books. I can’t do this, Anderson.”

  “Jenny,” he mumbled, “I got you the flowers you have always wanted…look.”

She stared at him in disgust, “I don’t want them, Anderson and I don’t want you either, don’t you get it?”

   “Your ex-boyfriend is pretty daft, I’d say,” Nate said mockingly, slipping his dick into her again.

  “Get out, Anderson,” she said flatly, “we are done and you are interrupting me.”

Anderson stood like a statue, stunned. He had spent all his money for nothing. His father was still in the hospital, his girl was being fucked by a dude twice his size and he still had to pack for college the next day. This was the height of betrayal.

  He could never love again, his heart was far too broken. Women…he could never trust them. Never again.

When Anderson walked into room 38 the next day, which he had been assigned to, a chubby guy with black hair and a docile expression stared up at him in fascination. Anderson cringed slightly, wondering why the guy’s eyes lit up that way.

   “There he is!” the chubby guy suddenly exclaimed and sprang to his feet, “Anderson, right?” he exclaimed and seeing Anderson’s startled expression, he smiled, “Welcome, roommate. I’m Jason.”

  Anderson shook his sweaty palm and then looked beyond him to see another guy, seated on another bed, holding a novel in his hand. His drooping hair covered most of his eyes and he didn’t even bother to look up at Anderson.

  Jason stepped in, “Carl is a bit moody, best to avoid him for now. His room is getting fumigated so he has to stay here for today,” he said with a nervous chuckle, “you came at the perfect time” he said when Carl got up and went into the bathroom, “Tonight, is a masked party at Eva’s. You certainly won’t want to miss it!”

   Anderson shook his head with a grimace, “I just got here.”

Jason arched a heavy eyebrow at him, “You’d rather stay here with him?”

Anderson glanced at the bathroom door with a frown, then sighed, “I guess I will need a mask then.”

  Jason grinned and when the sky grew dark, they were out of the hostel building and heading towards a duplex at the other end of the school. Anderson wasn’t sure if it was legal to throw a party in such a strict school as this, but he didn’t ask any questions. He had never attended a party before and was nervous, but he didn’t expect to see anything as wild and promiscuous as the scene he walked in to meet.

   Anderson couldn’t find three girls who didn’t have their breasts out in the open. The atmosphere reeked of alcohol, sweat and semen.

  “Here, have a drink,” Jason handed a plastic cup to him.

He lost Jason in the crowd after he finished his drink and, he decided to head up the stairs where it seemed like there was a lesser crowd, but he was very wrong. He could hear the loud moaning of girls even before he stepped into the corridor.

   “What’s this?” he wondered as he saw a girl’s head being pressed to the wall by the guy who stood behind her, driving his dick roughly into her, “a fucking orgy…” he mumbled and then saw six more naked couples in similar positions.

Here, no one seemed to give a damn about what the other person was doing, but none of this aroused Anderson in anyway. Irritated, he walked into a room through a small door and just sat down on the chair he found in the dimly room. He heaved a sigh and couldn’t help but wonder what was wrong with him. Why didn’t any of this move any blood to his lower body?

    “You are impeding on my space,” a deep voice suddenly said, startling Anderson so much that he jumped from the chair.

He turned around to find a guy standing behind him, his hands thrust deep into his pocket and his face hidden behind a mask. His smelt of rich, well-aged wine and that suddenly made Anderson swallow. He suddenly felt a rush of blood coursing down his body, the arousing feeling he had been hoping to get from Jenny suddenly made his blood char now.

  He cleared his throat, “I’m sorry. I had no idea you were here. I will take my leave now.”

“Who said I wanted you to leave?” came the deep voice that made Anderson’s heart suddenly clench. “It’s a mad house out there, you rushed in like you were looking for an air of sanity, you might as well stay.”

     But Anderson suddenly didn’t feel sane looking at him. His eyes were suddenly drowsy and it then occurred to him that his drink might have been laced. He shook his head and made for the door, but a strong palm suddenly closed over his and he felt the hard body of the other guy pressing against his from behind.

 It was at that moment he felt the masked man’s hard dick between his ass.