Be a bro

Aaron wiped the sweat off his forehead and glanced up at Jace again. "Chin up, dude. There are other girls out there."

Jace didn't respond and the familiar awkwardness of being naked in front of a male returned. Like with Todd and Noah, it was just plain weird and Aaron quickly pulled his pants up. Hadiyah, however, was not able to do the same. She was completely, thoroughly, UTTERLY destroyed. Her cunt was dripping endlessly with his cum. She was gasping for air, panting like she never had before. She was, to put it simply, a beast of lust. Needy and wanting but defeated.

Her brown eyes stung with tears of joy. Her hijab was damp with sweat with tucks of hair escaping the sacred garment. Jace scanned his violated crush and burned the image into his memories. His pants tightened from the sheer absurdity of the situation. It was so fucked up that it was arousing, Jace thought to himself, but he couldn't stop his bodily reactions. His instincts wanted her but was imprinted with the reality that she was taken by someone better.

It was baffling to compare his lousy tent to Aaron's semi-erect bulge. A penis shouldn't have been that big, that different from another, yet reality was reality and Jace couldn't deny the truth in front of him. At his best, Jace was half the man he was; half the size, half the potency, half the masculinity. Jace could see the outline of the man's balls too and they were ridiculously large. In every facet of manhood, this white man dwarfed him, like David to Goliath. A pebble to a mountain. A man to a god.

"I'm addicted," Hadiyah admitted. "C-can you blame me?"

Aaron flicked his gaze between Jace and Hadiyah. The conversation, it seemed, had ended there. Hopefully he didn't instill a cuck fetish in the poor guy…

'Ugh, now I feel really bad…'

A minute passed and the dribbling sound persisted. Her panting didn't slow. Her eyes did not melt into the sharp pupils of logic that Jace was accustomed to. Hadiyah was just…raw sex right now.

"I…I'll see you later, Hadiyah," Jace muttered. He walked away without another word. The door clicked open and shut in the same instant. It was sad and pathetic.

'Sorry, dude...'

From the way he had glanced at him, the Batman of New York had no idea who Aaron was. He was too traumatised from his crush getting raw dogged to digest anything and whatever Jaina had put in his drink wiped him clean from last night's events.

Talk about luck.

Aaron checked the time again. "I have to go to work soon," he grumbled to himself.

In the living room, in the corner of his eye, he saw Hadiyah's open laptop. Its bright screen was tempting him to snoop. He checked the clock again, sighed, and went ahead with the intention to poke around.