unabashed

He got a job with a firm of exporters
and so he found himself living quarters,
sharing a flat with two other guys,
but he was in for a big surprise.

Addicted to “most unnatural” habits,
these two used to fuck like rabbits,
almost all the livelong day,
seldom ceasing, come what may.

And they didn’t stay behind closed doors.
They would do it anywhere: on all fours,
in the bathroom or in the passage,
in the kitchen, up against the fridge.
Anywhere that they were able
to become commingled: on the table,
on the couch and on the chairs,
at any point along the stairs,
or on the intermediate landing,
lying, kneeling, sitting, standing,
or sometimes against the banisters leaning:
the word “unabashed” they gave new meaning.

About his presence they were unconcerned,
just totally engrossed in the passion that burned.
He’d have thought that they would be embarrassed,
that they’d think that he might feel a bit harassed.
But no! Indifferent and utterly shameless,
they regarded their acts as utterly blameless.
This thing he now had to deal with mentally,
try to understand it transcendentally,
this rare, unnatural phenomenon, mysterious,
in his view could only be deleterious,
an abomination, perverted lewdness!
But the rent was cheap, so it called for shrewdness!

After a particularly tiring day,
he came home and found them in the way,
blocking the entrance to his room.
This had the effect of making him fume.
He counted to ten, and then he said:
“Can’t you two do this on your bed?”
They replied: “Hey dude, don’t make a fuss.
It’s easy enough to step over us.”
But it wasn’t so easy. In fact it was tough
’cause their coupling that day was particularly rough.
They were stuck to one another like two burdocks
grabbing each other by the forelocks,
teeth were grinding and pelvises thrusting.
Their flatmate found it quite disgusting.

His anger took quite a while to abate.
Maybe it was time to move upstate.
By his nature he wasn’t given to hate,
but this was hard for a boy who was straight!
He climbed over the pair and got on his bed,
leaned against the pillows with hands behind his head.
His irritation slowly, gradually diminished.
He watch his flatmates until they finished
with an explosive climax, which left them sated
completely satisfied, fulfilled, elated.

“You guys, I should tell you I’ll be moving on.
By end of next month, I will be gone.
I’m gonna find a place that’s closer to my work.
I hope you don’t think that I’m a jerk.
I’m telling you now so you can find someone new
to move in here and share with you.”

In his own mind his thoughts were a little disjointed.
At his announcement the other two looked disappointed.
“Hey dude, do you have to go?” asked the one.
“I hope it’s not anything that we’ve done.”
“We’ll be sad to lose you,” said the other.
“You were beginning to feel just like a brother.
Both of us agree that you’re ultra cute.
About that there’s really no dispute.
It’s a pity you have so little time,
if you joined in with us it would be sublime.”

Hearing this put him on his guard.
But watching them fuck had made him hard.
This was disturbing to his mind.
After all, he wasn’t one of their kind.
It ought to repel him, not make him horny.
The dilemma it posed was getting thorny.
His growing erection by now was showing.
What’s more – he felt some precum flowing!
He looked down and saw just what he’d feared –
on his trousers a damp spot had appeared.

He looked up and saw they’d noticed it too.
“Hey dude, we’ll take care of that for you!”
As they moved towards him his thoughts went manic.
So this was what it felt like: “homosexual panic”!
He knew what it was he was supposed to do –
fend them off, and beat them black and blue.
But his muscles wouldn’t move, as though paralysed.
Never had he felt so compromised!
His trousers came down and then his boxers too.
This was all happening within his view.
He was paralysed with fear, and trembling inside,
unable to react – what a blow to his pride!

Each of them were taking it in turns to suck his dick.
While one had it in his mouth, the other one would lick.
Then a calm came over him, and he finally relaxed.
He realized that his fear response he’d really overtaxed.
He now sensed a feeling that he’d never felt before,
overwhelming new sensations, and pleasure galore.
A nice tingling feeling that ran right down to his toes,
goose pimples on his body, lovely thrilling throes.
It nearly drove him crazy, it felt so very good.
He wanted it to last forever, if it only could.

He had to hold on something. He reached out, grabbed one’s head.
Every muscle was contracting. Excitement through him spread.
He started driving in and out as his flatmates sucked him harder.
This encouraged both of them, served to increase their ardour.
He felt the tightness of his partner’s throat as his cock slid to the back.
These boys just knew the right thing to do. They both had just the knack.
The head that he was holding on his dick was madly bobbing.
He was groaning with such pleasure. He was whimpering, sobbing.
He convulsed and shot his load, the best he’d ever known.
With slurping sounds they gulped it down. He lay back and moaned.
Two more shots he spurted which landed on their faces
as they had set about their task of licking up the traces.
Breathing heavily, the joy he knew was total and immense.
He said, between his gasping breaths, “that was fuckin’ intense!”

They lay back on the bed and enjoyed the afterglow.
“Hey dude, it’s such a pity! Do you really have to go?”
asked the one. “That’s for sure,” interjected his mate.
“Must you really go? ’Cause I think that that was great!
In fact, I ought to say, it was really fuckin’ hot!”
“Well, let me think,” he then replied. “Possibly not!
I’m not sure that I’ll find a place that’s closer to the plant.
In fact, now that I think of it, I’m certain that I can’t.
If I come to think about it, ’twas a silly idea.
It’s really for the best that I should go on living here.”