C.U.B.E.

≈ Ch. 7: LEISURE DAY ≈

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Who’s Who in this chapter

Kareem (a straight middle-eastern man in his 30s) can finally have a worry-free leisure day. Lance (his roommate, a nice guy in his 20s), takes him shopping for new clothes; then, Lance brings Kareem to a very special place, where the straight stud can hopefully vent his repressed sexual tension.

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~ Fashion show ~

Kareem woke up the next morning, and he felt born anew. Probably his boss, Perry, was right when he said Kareem was extremely resilient. As a matter of fact, the terrible ‘oral lessons’ that evil Captain O’Rourke gave him seemed now a distant memory, a bad dream wiped away by Lance’s kind smile, his unwavering support… and his gifts! Kareem smiled wide, thinking at the six thongs and the phone Lance had given him yesterday. If only he could return the favor…!

«Mmh… Maybe I can do something to please Lance…» – he thought with an urchin smile, and rushed to have a quick shower. Ten minutes later, Lance raised his eyes from his plate and let the fork drop. Kareem, still a bit damp from the shower, was standing in the doorway in a manly pose, wearing only a sly grin and one of the thongs Lace gave him, the bright yellow one, as it was the one that most put on display the wondrous bulge Kareem proudly sported.

“Holy shit…” – Lance murmured – “You’re a god come down from Olympus…!”

“Not Uranus for sure” – Kareem replied, and both burst in a loud laughter at the witty reference to the ‘Uranian Behavior’ the Cube was aimed to eradicate. “This is definitely my size, don’t you think so?”– he added, glancing down at his thong – “It’s much more comfortable and gives more room to my… stuff, compared to the first one. Speaking of which… where is the old ripped thong? I left it on the table yesterday.”

“I… err… I disposed of it. It was ripped, and the new ones fit you much better” – Lance replied, looking sideways. Kareem noticed his uneasiness and hastened to say: “Lance… I don’t want to… tease you or something. If you want I can put something on.”

“Don’t you dare!” – Lance exclaimed, smiling – “And besides, I’m sick to see you day after day wearing the same t-shirt and shorts. Today we both have some free time, let’s take a leisure day! I’ll take you shopping and then I’ll treat you with a fancy meal. No! Stop shaking your head, Kareem. We have a deal, I buy you what you need, and you’ll repay me when you can, and this is not negotiable!”

“Sir, yes sir!” – Kareem joked, hearing Lance’s stern tone, and they both laughed again. After breakfast they got dressed, and before going out Lance reminded: “Take your daily medication”. Kareem reluctantly swallowed his pill, and suddenly felt a tingle in his groin: “These pills are driving me insane, Lance… The stimulant that O’Rourke made the A.I. add to them makes me hornier and hornier. Last night I rubbed one out, but it’s just useless, I need… much more than a quick jack-off; but let’s face it, there are no women here! And fucking a man… even a beautiful guy such as you, Lance, it’s… impossible for me. No way. I can’t even think of… sticking my willy into a muscular hairy ass!”

Lance frowned: he knew that sooner or later he had to find a solution to that problem, but the chemical-induced arousal Kareem was forced to feel required a quicker solution than Lance planned: “Let’s go shopping, now. I’ll think about something. I swear I won’t leave you in misery, Kareem, I hate seeing that grimace on your face. Let’s go, now! I’ll bring you to the best clothing shop you can find here!”

They reached a large and elegant atelier and went in. The shop was very ample, and there was a raised runway surrounded by armchairs and sofas. A tall slim man in his fifties welcomed them warmly: “Lance! It’s always a pleasure to have you here! And your friend is…”

“Monsieur D’Antin, please meet Kareem Bashir, my roommate” – Lance introduced with a perfect French accent and a politeness that surprised Kareem, but amused the older man. Monsieur D’Antin smiled and made a slight bow, then sat them down on a sofa close to the runway: “Gentlemen, let me present you my last male-only year-round collection, ‘Cubik”. No seasons, here at the Cube, how boring… but it greatly helps with the warehouse stock!”

He clapped his hands, and the curtain at the beginning of the runway opened up. A line of men of different ages and frames, but all handsome in their own special way, came out and started walking the runway in front of a delighted Lance and an appalled Kareem. Most of the models were wearing short skirts in different fabric and colors, and all had one thing in common…

“I… I can see their junk, from here! And the crack of their asses!” – Kareem breathed into Lance’s ear – “I can’t wear anything like that! And look at the shirts! As tight as a second skin, and widely open on the chest and on the belly!”

Lance looked straight at Kareem and said in a serious tone: “Kareem, I know it’s a bit shocking for you, and you may think you’re about to just choose an outfit, but you’re going to take one of the hardest decisions in your life: are you going to live your life at the Cube hiding yourself and hoping that no one notices you, or are you going to shout ‘Hey, this is me! I’m a fuckin’ stud!’ and make people look at you in awe?”

“I’m not hiding from anyone!” – Kareem grunted, piqued, because hiding was exactly what he’d been trying to do since his arrival at the Cube – “But those skimpy skirts… They’re not what a man would wear! I don’t want to look like a schoolgirl!”

“A schoolgirl? Do you see any schoolgirl on the runway? I know, a skirt is traditionally seen as a feminine garment, but here’s the trick: if the man who wears a skirt is… overwhelmingly masculine as you are, it can only add to his manliness. It takes confidence and self-assurance to wear a skirt, and granted, no one would ever regard you as a schoolgirl.”

Kareem flashed a shy, but proud smile: “…Overwhelmingly masculine? Do you really see me like that?” Lance rolled his eyes: “Monsieur D’Antin, je vous en prie, you tell him.”

“Monsieur Bashir” – the stylist said with sparkling eyes – “may I suggest that you try on one of the outfits on show? I think the ‘Hurricane’, over there, with the golden folded skirt and the single-button stretch white shirt would fit your… err… overwhelmingly masculine body perfectly. And then, you’ll judge by yourself if you look like a schoolgirl.”

Reluctantly, Kareem moved to the changing room, and M. D’Antin brought him the clothes to try on. After a couple minutes, he came out of the changing room, and both Lance’s and the stylist’s mouths sagged open. “Sacrebleu!”, D’Antin whispered, and Lance echoed him: “Holy shit…!”

Kareem, comforted by the admired reactions, moved across the shop with a confident swag, reaching a tall mirror, and stared at the reflection with wide eyes. “For fuck’s sake…” – he said under his breath, trying to recognize himself in that confident, manly stud proudly showing off his muscular hairy body: a mighty stud ready to fuck the world and make anyone look at him in awe. The man in the mirror was undoubtedly ‘overwhelmingly masculine’, like Lance said: the exact opposite of the feminine schoolgirl he was afraid to look like.

“We take it, Monsieur D’Antin” – Lance said aloud, noticing the unmistakable sparkle in Kareem’s eyes – “and also the ‘Hellfire’, the one with the metal-purple skirt and the chest-short shirt. And call for medical help, because when we go out, he’ll make many guys swoon…”

They giggled, still keeping their gaze rooted to the incredibly sexy vision in front of them. “But, if I may suggest” – the stylist added – “You would need a couple of… more modest outfits for the everyday activities. Unless Monsieur Bashir works for a fashion agency or in the porn industry, that is…”

“Fair is fair” – Lance laughed – “We take the one with the stretch shorts with matching tank-top and the linen trousers with button-up shirt”. Before paying, Lance turned to Kareem and looked straight at him: “Are you really doing it? I don’t want to push you in the deep end too early, if you’re not ready…”

Kareem gave a last glance to his own reflection, and the man in the mirror proudly said: “I’m sure. I won’t go on hiding like a fearful rat. I’m a fuckin’ man! Monsieur D’Antin, s'il vous plaît, burn the clothes I left in the changing room: we don’t need them anymore.”

Lance paid and they went out, followed by M. D’Antin’s repeated wishes to see them as soon and as often as possible. And though no passers-by actually swooned, many gasped and sighed at the sight of the tanned muscular stud and the striking handsome young man confidently walking away with wide smiles on their faces.

 

~ The second floor ~

They wandered for a while in the shopping district, with Kareem checking the shop windows and Lance checking… Kareem. Not only he was a walking wet dream, but the new daring outfit seemed to have greatly boosted his confidence: he was clearly aware of the lustful glances he got from the passers-by, but he wasn’t annoyed in the least, quite the opposite.

Lance looked at the watch, it was lunch hour, and a sudden idea hit him: “Kareem, we can’t go home, not with your… new self finally out! I have an idea, come with me!”

After a short walk, they arrived in front of the elevators, and Lance explained: “You remember that the Cube is a tall pyramid-like building, don't you? There’s not just the first floor: the second floor is a sort of leisure area, full of amenities and venues, and there’s also a virtual beach! I promised to treat you to a fancy meal, right? Let’s go upstairs!”

When the elevator doors opened up, they were welcomed by a stunning view over the entire Kappa Avenue, all the way to what seemed a sunny beach resort. The long avenue was lined with trees and fancy street lamps, and it looked so different than the ‘ordinary’ Cube of the first floor. Lance pulled the marveled Kareem by his hand: “Come! Let’s go to the beach! We’ll have lunch under the seafront patio and then we’ll sunbathe!”

“I don’t have a swimsuit” – Kareem objected, and Lance shrugged his shoulders: “You’re wearing the yellow thong under your skirt, right? It’s perfect to suntan! But if you like, there’s a nudist section, of course…”

“N… Nudist?? I… I…”

“Ha ha ha!!!” – Lance laughed, while pulling Kareem down Kappa Avenue – “You’re so cute when you’re embarrassed! Don’t worry, I won’t ask you to get naked… though I dream of it very often! Ha ha ha! Here, you’re doing it again, how cute!”

They entered the resort, and seated at a table under the patio. Kareem looked with marveled eyes at the golden expanse of sand spanning from the patio to the opposite wall, that didn’t look at all like a wall, but a perfect representation of a calm ocean under a clear blue sky.

As Lance promised, Kareem was treated to a fancy and tasty meal, served by strapping waiters wearing nothing more than a black bikini brief and a bow tie around their neck. After lunch, Lance proposed to sunbathe for a while, but Kareem stiffened: “It’s so beautiful here, Lance, but… I can’t strip to my thong. I don’t know how long I can keep my cock from rising to a stiff erection. Those pills… Fuck, they’re killing me, I’ll soon go insane with lust!”

Lance stood up with a thoughtful frown on his face, paid the bill and silently walked back to the street, followed by a puzzled Kareem. Suddenly Lance looked straight at Kareem and said seriously: “I have an idea that may help you. But you have to… keep your mind open. And rest assured no one will force you to do anything.”

“What are you talking about?”

“There’s a place I know well, nearby, ‘The Silk & Lace Parlor’. It’s run by… boys. Young boys, ranging from 16 to 18 years, in rare cases 19. They know how to soothe a man’s… tension. And here you go again, Kareem! 16 has been the legal age of consent since all the nations joined the Great Worldwide Union, five centuries ago. Only in your strict and punishing culture kids must turn 18 to finally have sex!”

“OK, OK, I’m sorry” – Kareem replied, with that shy smile that made him look irresistibly cute – “I’ll keep my mind open, promise. For a moment I hoped there were girls, there, that’s all.”

“Well, they’re not girls, but… uhm… they try and enhance their boyish look so as to look less manly, and sometimes a bit feminine, hiding their full sexual maturity. A careful make up to cover the inevitable facial hair, special creams to give their ass cheeks a peachy look, expertly tailored clothing to enhance the overall look of young mans whose sexuality is just about to blossom. But here we are at the Silk & Lace: you’ll soon see them with your own eyes. Remember, you do only what you want, no one forces you.”

They entered the house and found themselves in an ample living room with many sofas and armchairs. There were several boys in the room, some standing, some sitting, and many of them ran to greet Lance like he was an old friend. Kareem was invited to sit on a sofa, while Lance chatted with a couple boys.

Kareem scanned the room with a bit of anxiety. Lance said that the boys’ ages ranged from 16 to 18, but they all looked much younger. Some of them wore shorts and open shirts and had a more masculine stance; some others wore feminine clothes, mostly lace thongs and fishnet stockings with see-through tank-tops, and they moved around languidly and giggled like young shy girls. The mere idea of having sex with either of them repulsed Kareem: he was too straight to fuck a masculine boy; and the feminine ones, for him, were disturbing imitations of real girls.

A kind, gentle voice roused him from his sullen thoughts: “You’re… You’re a walking dream, sir… if I may…”. Who had spoken was a young man looking at him with two big blue eyes; his cheeks were rosy and childish, and through his open shirt Kareem saw a perfectly smooth chest with two tiny pointy nipples. He was wearing a skirt, a very short one that barely covered his penis and his buttocks.

“T… Thanks… I guess…” – Kareem replied, scanning with his eyes the boy. He was male, that couldn’t be mistaken, and he didn’t try to fake the looks or the attitude of a girl; and yet, his delicate features, his big eyes and his short skirt made something stir into Kareem’s groin. The boy was a male, but… not male enough to trigger Kareem’s inner alarms.

The boy politely asked: “May I?”, and seated next to Kareem; his hairless thin thigh slightly brushed, not by accident, against Kareem’s hairy muscular leg, causing more tingling inside the man’s underwear. The boy placed his phone on the armrest of the sofa, and after a short while he accidentally hit it, letting it fall to the carpet. “Oh, I’m so clumsy…!” – he murmured with a shy tone, shooting an urchin glance to Kareem, and then bent over the armrest, pretending to reach the phone.

His skirt rose up, revealing a beautiful small bubble butt; the perfect rosy skin made it look like a juicy peach, ready to be picked. The boy kept his thighs tightly closed, so as not to give the slightest glimpse at his male attribute. “Oh, my… I can’t pick it up…” – the boy whined, wiggling his ass in the most enticing way… and Kareem felt an irrepressible erection strain the elastic fabric of his thong. He raised a trembling hand, uncertain, and then placed it on the boy’s ass cheek, caressing it sensually.

 

~ New horizons ~

The boy recoiled and turned to look at Kareem with a warm, inviting smile: “Come with me” – he just said, and took Kareem’s hand, pulling him to a bedroom. He lay on the bed in a languid pose, but keeping the most innocent and shy expression on his face, and looked plaintively at Kareem: “Please sir… make love to me…”

Like in a trance, Kareem stripped naked, under the boy’s rapt eyes, and his thick dark-skinned cock rose to a stiff and almost menacing erection. He climbed one the bed, towering over the boy, who whispered: “You won’t hurt me, sir, will you?”

“No kid” – Kareem replied with a loving, comforting smile – “I could never hurt a sweet boy like you. What’s your name?”

“What name would you like me to have?” – the boy asked back, and Kareem stiffened: “Your real one, kid. No faking, please. I need you to be sincere to me, kid, or this thing won’t work.”

“Andrea. I swear. It’s a male name, though many parents give it to girls”. He rose sitting and took away his shirt, and when he started to unlace his skirt, Kareem asked: “Please, keep it on. I love the way it slowly reveals your… peach.”

Andrea smiled, took some lube from a jar on the nightstand and reached out to Kareem’s stiff member: “May I…?”

“Please…”, the men replied, and stood still, on his knees, while Andrea’s small hands thoroughly greased his thick rod, sensually massaging it to a throbbing erection. Then the boy turned around, on his knees, and slowly bent his chest to the mattress, letting the short skirt revealing inch by inch the perfect buttocks and the rosy puckered hole.

Kareem seemed attracted to it like a moth to the light; he grabbed the smooth cheeks with both hands, kneading the soft flesh, and then, without even thinking, his leaned over and started licking the small odorous hole.

“Sir… oooohh… sir…!” – Andrea moaned, surprised by the tenderness of Kareem’s ministrations – “You… you don’t need to do it, sir… nnngghh…”

“You’re so tiny, and I’m quite big, boy…” – Kareem replied, talking into the boy’s smooth ass – “I promised not to hurt you, and I always keep my promises…”. Andrea moaned again, wiggling his ass to invite Kareem’s tongue to go deeper, and the man gladly complied, for a long time, until Andrea begged: “Give it to me, sir… Please, I can’t resist anymore…”

Kareem rose on his knees, pointed his slick cock to the wet hole, and gently thrusted his hips; thanks to the long rimming and the copious lube, the boy’s hole smoothly opened up to engulf the engorged helmet. Kareem felt no resistance, the boy moaned in delight, so he slowly went on giving his manly meat to the boy, inch by thick inch, until his entire sword had disappeared into Andrea’s velvety sheath.

“Oooohh…! Sir… oooohh… Thank you sir…!” – the boy moaned, and Kareem had a flashback, remembering when Lance, penetrated by Adam, heartfully thanked him. How sweet those word sounded in Lance’s mouth, back then! And how sweet they sounded now, spoken by this beautiful, sexy boy!

Kareem began rocking his hips, back and forth, and at each thrust the fat helmet brushed over the boy’s prostate, make him whimper for the sudden rush of pleasure. Despite the almost overwhelming lust that the wicked pills forced him to feel, Kareem restrained himself, unwilling to give anything but sheer pleasure to that wonderful boy who wasn’t a woman, but not a man, either.

Andrea pressed hard his face onto the pillow, trying to resist: he was there to please his man, not the other way round, but that scorching hot manly meat rhythmically filling and caressing his inside was giving him powerful jolts of pleasure that were quickly overcoming his senses. Every thrust inside his sensitive chute showed the confidence of an experienced man who knew how to fuck, and the girth of his manly tool stretched his anal rings in such a delightful way that Andrea couldn’t restrain loud moans.

Kareem felt exhilarated by the sight of the boy squirming and trembling under the waves of irresistible pleasure his cock was giving him, and smiled with affection when he heard Andrea moan: “Sir… ooohh… I can’t hold it… nnngghhh… oooOOOHHH!!!”

The relentless pumping went on, and when the boy sighed at the end of his orgasm, Kareem asked: “Do you want me to stop?”

“Please don’t stop, sir…! Keep making love to me… forever!”

“My sweet boy!” – Kareem said in a low voice – “Maybe not forever, but granted, I’ll go on for a long time… Let me see your beautiful face, your rosy lips, your shining eyes…”

Without pulling off, Kareem made Andrea turn on his back, and placed the boy’s legs on his shoulders, gaining an unobstructed access to his fiery depths. The might cock set in motion again, and in no time Andrea was again moaning loud, desperately trying to hold his orgasm until his man was ready. Kareem was more than ready to cum and increased the pace of his thrusts, while his callous hands reached to the boy’s pointy nipples.

“Nnnngghh!!! Sir… No, sir, you’ll make me cum!!” – Andrea almost screamed, putting a herculean effort in restraining his pleasure, but Kareem leaned over him, at an inch from his face, and breathed: “Then do it, Andrea… Cum for me, boy…”

“AAAAAAGGHH!!!” – the boy squealed, overwhelmed by his explosive orgasm, made even more intense by the exquisite tickling on his sensitive nipples and the relentless pounding into his ass. “Sir… aaaagghh… Please give me your seed, sir! Ooohhh!!! Fill me with your manly juice!”

Kareem was won by the intensity of Andrea’s orgasm and sucked in a deep breath, while all his muscles flexed, in the sweet agony of the climax: “FUUUUCKK!!”, he growled, and his cock throbbed hard inside the boy’s tight canal, shooting rope after thick rope of man cream.

“Thank you sir… Oh, thank you sir!” – Andrea whined, his eyes half-closed for the incredible sensations washing his young body and numbing his mind. Kareem slowed down and then stopped, keeping his member inside Andrea, unwilling to put an end to the sweetest love he’d made with anyone, boy or woman, since a long time.

“It is I who thank you, Andrea. You may not be aware of it, but you gave me much more than your sweet ass. You opened new horizons for me, today…”

Andrea couldn’t understand what Kareem was talking about, but one thing was sure: he didn’t want him to go away. Not too soon, anyway. He rose sitting and gently pushed Kareem down on his back: “May… May you stay for a few minutes, sir? I shouldn’t ask, but… please?”

“I can stay, my sweet boy… Come here, let me hold you for a moment…”

Andrea threw himself into Kareem’s strong arms and draped himself on the man’s hairy body, giggling for the tickling sensation. They stood there for a while, on the bed, enjoying the last traces of their pleasure, until Andrea murmured: “Sir… You’re wonderful… Just wonderful. May I hope to see you again?”

Kareem smiled tenderly: “Who knows... Maybe… Probably... Oh, who am I kidding? I’ll come visit you again for sure!”. The boy held Kareem tighter and exclaimed: “Thanks sir!”

“Now we’d better go back to the living room” – Kareem said disengaging from the boy and getting off the bed. They took two towels from a stack nearby and cleaned themselves from the sweat and the sperm, and then got dressed. When they entered the living room, Lance smiled wide, noticing the unmistakable glow around Kareem and the boy, and turned to the eldest of the boy holding his phone: “The usual rate?”

“No!” – Andrea said aloud, frowning, and ran to Lance: “You don’t have to pay anything, sir! I… I came! Twice!”

Kareem reached them and made Andrea turn to him: “I don’t know the rules of this place, and it’s not for me to teach anything to anyone. All I know is that you gave me yourself, on that bed. Yourself, Andrea, not an act played for the benefit of a client. This is… priceless, and I felt honored. Now, remind me… how many times did you cum?”

“T… Twice, sir…” – the boy murmured, ashamed, and Kareem turned to Lance: “If so, the boy deserves twice the rate, I say!”

“I totally agree!” – Lance exclaimed, smiling. He doubled the amount on his phone and put it close to the elder boy’s bio-chip, confirming the payment. Than, with many heartfelt goodbyes, they left.

While walking back home, both Kareem and Lance were very pensive.

“Andrea is a wonderful boy, isn’t he?” – Lance asked at some point, and without waiting for a reply he added: “I think he made a small miracle, today.”

“He surely did” – Kareem confirmed, with a shy smile, and Lance briefly held his hand: “You’re so cute when you’re embarrassed…!"

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In the next chapter: Kareem meets again officer McLaughlin, who passes him important information. Then, after refusing to have anal sex with some strangers, Kareem is taught another hard ‘lesson’ by evil Captain O’Rourke.