Insert your standard disclaimer here - you've gotta be old enough to read this, this is a work of pure fiction, this contains acts of sex between two guys, you can't post this anywhere else, you know - blah blah, blah blah, blah blah, whatever. There's nothin' to see here people, move along...

...oh, but I want to make this much crystal clear: Any resemblances to anyone or anything are purely coincidental. And, always practice safe sex.

I apologize for this taking so long to finish. I think from now on I won't make any set promises as to when a given chapter will be finished, because I'm developing a bad habit of breaking them. I will try to not take so long to write Chapter 6, though.

And before I disappoint you guys any further, I will give you...Chapter 5!


My Roommate Chris (Chapter 5 / Cliffhanger, Part 1 of 2)
By Mike K.
mike_k20@hotmail.com


Our sexual encounter on our couch that day surprised me. I hadn't pictured Chris as a guy who would want to be passionate to that degree with me. But don't get me wrong, I was definitely lovin' every minute of it. It's a shame, though, that I didn't get more of an opportunity to savor the sex we'd had that day. No - instead, we would be met with the day whose events would forever alter how we felt about each other...

CHRIS'S POV

I felt like I just had to talk to Mack. I wondered what he might be thinking since we were kissing while I fucked him the day before and we were making out shortly after waking up this morning. I at least wanted my mind to be at ease when it came to that since we had a big day ahead of us. I left my bedroom and walked over to his bedroom. I knocked on the closed door.

MACK'S POV

Once the CD had finished, I decided to rest my eyes for a little while. I must have been laying there for about ten or fifteen minutes when I heard Chris knocking on my bedroom door.

"Just a minute," I said. I stretched when I stood up. I walked over and opened the door. "Hey."

"Uh...I want to talk to you about a couple things. Is that OK?"

"Yeah, sure." Wow, you read my mind, I thought. "Come on in."

I walked back to my bed and sat down near the middle of the bed. Chris sat down at a corner of the bed, and turned to look at me.

I spoke up first. "I actually wanted to talk to you, too."

"Okay, you go first then."

"OK. ... It's about when we were kissing yesterday and this morning."

"Heh, I thought you might be wondering about that. Listen, Mack..."

"Chris..." I interrupted. "...Of course I really liked that we were kissing, but......well...I'm pretty surprised that we were kissing at all."

There were several seconds of silence before Chris spoke. "You're probably wondering, why?, aren't you?"

"Well......yeah. I'm curious to know why."

A few seconds more passed before Chris answered. "I...I can't really explain it. All I know is that, yesterday, when we were looking at each other once I was all the way in you......it's like I was drawn to you. I just felt like I really wanted to kiss you."

"So..you decided to actually kiss me rather than question it?"

"I would've ruined the moment if Id've questioned it, man. Same goes for earlier."

"...Do you regret that we were actually kissing like we were?"

Chris shook his head before answering, "No." After a few seconds, he surprised me by adding, "In fact...I think I actually liked it."

My eyes going big for a split second, I replied, "Wow."

"Look...today's our birthdays, and we've got a big night planned. ... I think it's best if we don't think too much about this today."

"Yeah...I guess you're right."

Chris then decided to head back to his room. We agreed that we should perhaps get a little more rest - if not now, then definitely sometime during the day, so that we'd have enough energy for tonight. We'd be going to The Tropical Moon, a mixed (mixed meaning both straight and gay) 18-and-over club.

CHRIS'S POV

Sometime in the afternoon, I drifted off to sleep in my bedroom.

Then, all of a sudden, it seemed like I was somewhere else.

Looking around, I saw that I was on the couch in the main part of our room. I was laying sort of sideways with my back to a corner of the couch. That's when I became aware of someone laying on top of me, or at least partially on top of me. That someone was Mack. I felt something warm and wet on my bare stomach. Looking down, I saw that it was Mack's tongue, and he was licking me. He was licking along the curves of my abs...and mmmmmmm, did it feel good. After several seconds, I leaned back and stretched out as much as I could, with Mack adjusting to give me room. Once I was settled, I was expecting him to immediately go back to licking my stomach, but he didn't. He paused for a few seconds, looking at me, before looking back at my stomach. I watched him slowly lean his head back down, and start licking me again. To my surprise, I found that I was now incredibly sensitive there, as when he put his tongue back on me and started slowly licking upward, I could not keep back the moan that came out of me. "Ohhhhhhhhohhhhhhhohhhhhhhohhhhhhhohhhhhhohhhhhhohhhhhohhhhohh..."

Several more seconds passed as Mack continued to lick my stomach until he licked straight down to my belly button and poked his tongue in there. When he did, I moaned deeply - it sounded much like a growl. The single moan became a continuous growling moan, as I relaxed from my stretched out position while Mack moved his tongue around in little circles in my belly button. This lasted for about a minute or so before Mack pulled his tongue out and backed away from me a bit. I watched him as he set his sights on a new, lower target - my 7-plus inch cock. I watched it slowly disappear into Mack's mouth. My eyes closed when his lips closed around my cock, and I put a hand on the back of his head. I slowly moved my hand up and down the back of his head just a little bit. I slumped forward some, to more of a horizontal position, and Mack pushed my legs apart to give his head room. Time passed slowly with Mack continuing to suck my cock, until I felt something poking me in the ass. From the feel of it, I knew that it had to be a finger. For whatever reason, I pushed out with my ass muscles like I was taking a shit, and his finger entered me. His finger moved inward, and then brushed across something that made me really twitch. My body shook a second time...

....and then my eyes opened. All of a sudden, I was laying on my bed in my room.

Damn! My dream was suddenly over. I found that I hadn't blown in my sleep, yet I was extremely horny, so, unable to resist, I quickly jacked myself off for much-needed relief.

It was in the afterglow of that that it dawned on me that this dream was the latest in a series of dreams about me and Mack, each one moving a little farther along than the one before it. This was also the first dream where something, anything, had ever entered my ass. I couldn't help but think, if these dreams keep up, will I soon be dreaming about Mack fucking me in the ass?

MACK'S POV

Ryan was rather cautious about tonight's plans.

When I asked him why, he said, "This past year, there's been several drug-related incidents at clubs here in Miami. Most of them have resulted in somebody being given drugs and then being raped. And speaking of rapes, I heard about this guy who...I guess he's a singer, and HE was raped outside one of the clubs here." *

"Really? Who?"

"I..don't remember his name."

"We should be fine though, as long as we're all careful."

Ryan then became strangely quiet.

"What is it?"

"This past fall, I was out with Adam when I saw this great-looking hunk. He was BIG, even taller than Zack. We got to talkin', and he offered me a ride home since Adam wanted to spend the night with this other guy he'd met. I remember I drank quite a bit that night, and all of a sudden the next thing I know, I'm waking up on a bed underneath the guy, and I could feel his big cock up my ass. It turns out I'd passed out in the guy's car after we left the club, and he took me over to his place. Once I started becoming aware of things, he pulled me up a little bit and started pounding the holy hell outta my ass. I was hurt pretty bad, and we both ended up getting infected with chlamydia."

I winced at the mention of that.

"I went home to sleep most of that day off, but the very next day I went to go get tested. I was freaked out, and sure that I'd caught something. The doctor thought that if I had waited too long to be tested, I would've possibly come down with LGV by then. But I'm fine now, I was able to get treated."

"And what about the other guy?"

"I had to tell him that I had it for him to find out that he probably also did. In doing that, I ended up causing him to get dumped by his boyfriend. Yeah, it turns out that things had been getting pretty rough between them, and it drove the guy to want to cheat. But then when I told his boyfriend exactly what I could remember, and how the bastard had pretty much raped me and caused us both to catch a disease...oh, man! His boyfriend just absolutely flipped out. I don't think I'll ever see a lover's quarrel as ugly as that one. The point I'm trying to make, though, is that since that happened to me, I've totally avoided hooking up with anyone. Tonight would be the first time I've even been out at a club since then. It's not that I don't want to go out with everyone tonight...but I probably won't be in the celebrating mood that you'll all be."

"Hey...cheer up. Don't think too much about what happened."

"It's not that easy. That's been the scariest thing that's ever happened to me. ...... But I'll try."

I didn't make a big deal of getting anything for my birthday, and neither did Chris. The only thing I got that wasn't money was from Ryan. He bought me the new Savage Garden CD, Affirmation, which I hadn't bothered to pick up yet. The fact that Ryan gave me something other than money is likely why my total birthday money added up to $50 compared to sixty-some for Chris (not counting any cards from family). We drove to the club in three cars - Chris and I in my car, Ryan, Adam, and Steve in Adam's car, and Zack and Alex in Alex's car. I had a feeling that either one or both couples would want to leave a bit early and spend the rest of the night privately.


It looked like there was a decent-sized crowd inside when we walked in. We all split up upon making our way to the dancefloor. I wasted no time in causing a sensation out there. See, you'd be surprised at how easily I can attract a crowd of people to watch me once I start moving. I just take the music in and pretty much make moves up as I go along, but hey, it works. I held out for six or seven songs before I was worn out and had to take a breather. I bought a drink, and had just sat down when Alex walked up to me.

"Hey...got a minute?"

"Uh, sure...where's Zack?"

"He went off to the bathroom."

Alex sat down and then continued.

"So...how are things with you and Chris? Anything happen yet?"

"Um..."

I had decided, when I was with my high school boyfriend, that I was going to keep a certain privacy when it came to who I was with or who I'd slept with. Alex was persistent, though - she cut right to the point when she wanted to know something. So, I figured that if only she and I knew that we were having this conversation, that'd be good enough. I looked around, and the only ones from our group that I could see were busy out on the dancefloor.

"What?"

"I'd like to keep this between you and me, okay?"

"Sure, no problem."

"Alright...yesterday and this morning there was something that says you might be right."

Smirking a bit, she replied, "If I had to guess...he kissed you?"

"We made out. Twice. The first was while he fucked me on our couch yesterday..." I was interrupted by her bursting out laughing. I crossed my arms and gave her a look, pretending to be annoyed.

"Ha ha...I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Keep going."

"We fell asleep together on the couch, and we woke up in the morning stuck together."

Alex tried not to laugh a second time and asked me in surprise, "What?"

"No, I'm serious - we fell asleep shortly after I jacked Chris off and..."

"Okay, okay, now I get it."

"But, yeah - he was trying to peel himself off of me, but I pulled him back down. We looked at each other, and then he leaned in and, we made out for a little bit. After we both showered, we talked a bit. He told me that not only did he not mind kissing me, but also that...he just wanted to."

"Oh, yeah, he wants you," Alex said matter-of-factly. "He may or may not realize it yet, but..either way, it's happening."

CHRIS'S POV

Mack was still causing sensations with his dancing when I left to take a breather. When I saw that Ryan was joining me, I decided to confide in him about what had been happening between me and Mack, yesterday and this morning in particular.

"Wow," Ryan said when I was finished. "You may not want to hear this...but I think that deep down, you're attracted to Mack - and this is something that seems to be slowly getting stronger, because it wants to force its way forward."

"Oh-kay...um, what do you mean?"

"There's a part of you that wants to just reach out to Mack and 'be' with him like you were yesterday and this morning. Most likely, the more you keep sleeping with Mack, the more each time will become more than just sex. You ought to decide if that's something you'd want, because if it's not, you should start distancing yourself from him, pronto."

I thought about this for a moment before replying. "It's been...what, two years since I broke up with Teresa?"

"Yeah."

"Mack's the first person I've had any kind of intimacy with other than just sex. ... I......I..."

"You're actually hoping for more of that."

"Yeah."

"Hmmm..."

Whatever he was going to say, he didn't, because I diverted his attention to someone I happened to notice coming off of the dance floor. It was Daryl Anderson, a guy I frequently hung out with during high school. I considered us to be buds, though we'd slowly drifted apart ever since the last half of senior year. Until tonight, I hadn't seen him in months.

He looked like he was headed off to get a drink. I caught his attention. "Daryl?"

He turned to face me. He became really surprised when he saw who I was. "Chris?"

Daryl walked over to where Ryan and I were sitting. "Wow..." Daryl said. "What brings you here?"

"You remember what today is, don't you?"

"Is..today your birthday?"

"Yep. It's actually my roommate's birthday today too, and both of us are celebrating."

"Heh, wow. What made you guys decide to come here?"

"Eh...why?"

"Well, you know, this IS a mixed club."

I shrugged. "So?"

"You don't mind the gay guys around here?"

"No. Actually..."

Ryan finished for me. "I'm gay myself, and so are a couple friends that came with us tonight."

That surprised Daryl. "Oh. ... I'm sorry, I had no idea."

"It's alright."

"Well, I was just on my way to get a drink, so, uh, I'll be right back."

"Actually, I think I could use a drink myself. What about you, Ryan?"

"Sure."

While Daryl and I were ordering our drinks, we happened to find Mack. I caught his attention and introduced him to Daryl. Mack headed back with us. We sat and talked some more. We found out that Daryl had just transferred to Miami this semester. That made me wonder why I hadn't seen him there yet, but, whatever. After about five minutes of talking, Mack and Ryan stood up and decided to head back to the dancefloor.

MACK'S POV

Just before we stepped back onto the dancefloor, Ryan pulled me aside.

"What's up?"

"I didn't want to bring this up in front of Daryl and Chris...I have a feeling that Daryl might be gay."

"What makes you say that?"

"Well, he had asked why we came here, and he was wondering if the gay guys here bothered us. I don't..think any straight guy would be asking another guy about gay guys."

"Mmm...I guess you make sense. You think we should talk to Chris about this?"

"No. If we do and Daryl is in fact not gay, then we've fucked up. But if he is, then it should be Daryl's choice to come out to Chris. But most likely, he'd end up giving himself away if he only dances with guys anyway, so it won't matter."

Our train of thought would be cut short - just after Ryan was done talking, we heard someone shouting on the dancefloor. That someone sounded rather pissed off. We looked toward where the shouting was coming from, but couldn't see very well. It looked like one guy yelling at two other guys, quite possibly a gay couple. One of the two was black, which gave me an uneasy feeling.

"What's going on?" I asked one of the onlookers.

The guy, who spoke with a distinct lisp, said, "This guy Adam - " he pointed to the guy who wasn't black "- was gettin' fuh-reak-ay with his man, and then that jackass..." He then pointed towards the shouter, but it was then that I tuned him out - I didn't need to hear anything else. As Ryan and I tried to push our way through the crowd, I could hear someone else shouting.

"Hey, asshole, back off!" It was Zack.

I couldn't see what happened next, but I heard the sound of skin hitting skin. By the time I'd pushed through the crowd, Zack was charging forward to attack the other guy, which told me that it was probably the other guy who'd hit him. Adam and Steve tried restraining both of them, but while it worked on Zack, it didn't on the other guy, as he would just push away and move back in to attack. Finally, other people from the crowd moved in, and the fight was quashed. I offered to go with Zack to the bathroom to get a paper towel for his bloodied nose. Alex had heard what had happened, so she went along too.

On the way, Daryl called for me. I turned around and saw Chris with him, so I walked over. Alex continued to head for the bathroom with Zack.

"What's up?" I asked.

"Ugh...I'm startin' to feel fuckin' tired, man," Chris said. "I think I just want to head back to our room and crash."

"Alright. You know what, maybe we should all leave. You heard about the fight in there, didn't you?"

"Yeah. I told Daryl that I was thinking about wanting to leave, and he offered me a ride."

"Okay. That's probably better than having to wait for me to round up everyone and tell 'em we're leavin'."

"Yeah. I'll see you guys later."

Alex walked up to me just as Chris and Daryl were walking out the door.

"Who is that Chris is leaving with?" she asked me.

"Daryl Anderson. You would know him from high school, too, right?"

"Oh, that was Daryl? Oh..." Alex had an uneasy look on her face.

"What?"

"I'm not..sure if it's such a good idea that Chris is leaving with Daryl."

"Oh...kay, why?"

"Well..I happened to notice a guy putting something into somebody's drink shortly before I heard that Zack got punched. I happened to look over and it was a bunch of powder. And now you're telling me that this same guy is Daryl, who Chris is now leaving with."

"What are you saying...that Daryl...drugged Chris?"

"Daryl's clearly out to drug somebody. I don't think he'd want to leave with Chris just to be generous."

"What's going on?" Ryan had walked up. I explained to him what we'd been talking about, starting from Chris having just left with Daryl. Once I was finished, Ryan had a horrified look on his face.

"Oh, shit! Alex is probably right, Mack! Chris was probably drugged, which would mean that I was right about Daryl, and..."

"We gotta go after them!"

"I'll go get Adam, Steve, and Zack," Ryan said.

"Call 911, just in case."

"I'll call them. You two just get going, now!"

TO BE CONTINUED...

*Author's Note: What Ryan is referring to is based on something that I had read out of a Wikipedia article. The article has since been edited and any information on the rape in question removed, but it was said to have taken place outside a Miami nightclub not long after the victim in question - whose name I'd prefer not to mention here - had been arrested for a lewd act in July 1999.

Well, this is that big, bad cliffhanger. Will Mack and Alex be able to find Daryl and stop him in time?

Chapter 6 is not as far along as I'd like, but I figure that this chapter has been delayed long enough already.

As always, I appreciate hearing from readers. You can e-mail me at mike_k20@hotmail.com .