The Peak of Immorality

Alejandro sat on the metal bench. He’s in the smoking area facing the black facade of the bar. With his currently crossed slim legs, a man decorated with rich, tanned skin approached him. It was Franco—the singer of the bar for tonight. He was asking for a light with a naughty grin on his dark red manly lips.

“Light me up,” Franco said in a very low seductive tone.

“Here, light up your cig yourself. I’m not your assistant,” Alejandro told him as he handed the silver lighter while acting snobbish. This is Alejandro when drunk. He knows this is just another man hitting up on him.

Franco laughed, lighted up his Marlboro, and kept it in his pocket. He then puffed his cigarette while looking at Alejandro's physique. The young man is weirded out but he’s not scared. In fact, he’s slightly charmed. The singer with his arrogant smile, melanin-enriched skin, good facial bone structure, an obvious toned body peeking through the thin, cotton, white v-neck tee, and black hair looked very seductive. He looks like a caucasian from the southern part of europe flaunting his newly acquired tanned skin from the mediterranean beach—very confident, secured with himself and knows he looks so damn good.  

“I will start my second set. I’m gonna wait for you inside,” the vocalist said in a commanding, confident, and arrogant way.

It turned Alejandro on. He is a young man who often dominates a table with a group of people or a room with diverse individuals. So, to meet the singer and his kind, who can give him an equal level of confidence and dominance, always arouses him.

Alejandro was puffing his second stick of cigarette when he heard the band starting. He stood up and went to the glass door. His reflection in the tinted glass entrance reminded him why people keep on tolerating his snobbish personality. He just stands out. His attractive east-Asian look compensates for his snobbish behavior and uninterested hazel eyes and stares. He entered the bar, currently in dim lights. They lit the stage with spotlights and in the middle, standing over the stage, is the tanned vocalist of the band looking directly at Alejandro while singing a song—a song so seductive, so loud, so provocatively written that the young man bit his lips.

The late afternoon, the ghost in your room

That you always thought didn't approve

Of you knockin' boots

Never stopped you lettin' me get hold

Of the sweet spot by the scruff of your

Knee socks

You and me could have been a team

Each had a half of a king and queen seat

Like the beginnin' of Mean Streets

You could be my baby

Alejandro slowly sat on his chair in front of a table decorated with things that described his life outside the university—a small sling, dark brown bag containing condoms, lubes and an extra lighter, a box of red Marlboros, and a full glass of cocktail infused with a bitter liquor. Franco has charmed him. And the young man knows there’s no going back.

The charismatic singer went down the stage while singing and approached Alejandro. They made eye contact, they connected to each other’s soul. Franco then patted the young man’s rust-colored hair and slowly glided his brown fingers to Alejandro’s pale cheeks. Everyone’s looking. They felt the sexual tension between the two men. 

After the second set, Franco stood proudly on the stage facing the blinding white lights that erased his very few imperfections, turning him into almost like a celestial being. He acknowledged Alejandro and told everyone how cute the young man looks tonight. He then called him out on stage, asking for a kiss and a hug. Alejandro, with his drunkenness, went above the wooden stage and gave the man a hug and a kiss so passionately that he felt the heat coming from the singer’s body as he shoved his tiny face in the man’s neck. Franco grabbed the opportunity and held tightly to Alejandro’s waist and hips. He pinned the young man towards his body. They are an attraction, a controversy to a few dozens of people in the room. The crowd went silent, probably astounded by how provocative and explicit the two men towards each other in front of everybody. Alejandro, with his rose-colored lips, kissed the singer’s chin, sending shivers throughout their bodies, making Franco hold him a little tighter.

The stage turned black. The stage manager turned the spotlights off, marking the end of the second set of the live band, cutting the attention given by the audience to the two men. It was the colorful flashing lights that were turned on next. Different intense colors suddenly splattered across the dim room. A manly whispering voice spoke to Alejandro’s ears. Franco’s mouth was so close to Alejandro's ears that the young man felt the warm breath of the charismatic whisperer. Like a demon in the dark, Franco uttered the words, “Meet me in the parking lot, I will punish you with your snobbish behavior earlier.”

Alejandro gave the man a naughty grin, a grin so enticing that his innocent looking face, when seen in the dizzying and confusing flashing lights of red and blue, will turn anyone on—a contrast to his youthful face, far from innocent despite being a former devoted Catholic. His repressed emotions and sexual desires have slowly consumed him when he stepped in senior high school four years ago, exploding inside him, and opened doors to a world of unacceptable acts.

Franco finished his third set—the last one. It was 11:50 pm when he went outside towards his black SUV. Leaning on his shiny, intimidating car, he lit up another Marlboro.

It was exactly 12 in the midnight when Alejandro appeared in Franco’s already blurry vision. The young man and his shadow, caused by the blinding lights in the bar’s facade on his back, walked toward the singer. Alejandro’s figure, in Franco’s eyes, was surrounded with smoke coming from the cigarette he’s puffing, creating an illusion as if Alejandro ascended from the underworld. The young man, with his slight side grin, sharp gaze, shiny rust-colored hair and extremely pale skin tone looked so ethereal and otherworldly in the dark and in the singer’s eyes. Tonight, the young man is Venus— the young man is love, sex and beauty.

Inside the enormous car with reddish-brown leather seats sits two men with a huge attraction to each other. Franco undressed himself first, revealing a body sculpted by Hades himself—it was so seductive, so tempting, so sinful that it blinded Alejandro to his remaining morality. Clusters of faded tattoos in the man’s torso gave Alejandro a hint that the singer had been rebellious many years ago. The young man looked down and felt an extreme heat all over his body. He’s seeing Franco’s manhood—huge, thick, scary. Now, he got it. He remembered how confidently the singer told him that he is going to punish him for his snobbish attitude. With Franco’s god-given tool, he surely can punish anyone. 

Alejandro uncovered himself next, revealing his slim body, hypnotizing Franco, detaining him inside the spell of sex. The young man’s unusual long neck connected to his smooth and pale hairless chest was the first thing that caught Franco’s eyes. Then his unusual waist that the world seldom sees on men in their 20s—a 24 inch waist to be exact, is next to catch his attention. Then the slim hairless legs. Franco is delighted with the young man’s androgynousness. He could not figure out in the dark if what’s in front of him is a man or a woman and that is why he likes Alejandro so much.

Franco started to kiss Alejandro’s neck. It was heavenly. In the smoking area earlier, as the young man puffs his Marlboro looking up in the night sky, his neck stood out, the paleness and length of it have been so inviting to everybody that have seen it. From then, he couldn’t stop imagining it locked on his lips. And now, inside a place that belonged to him, he has Alejandro and the neck he will bite if given permission. He wanna own it, it’s his, at least at this time. And so he kissed it so intensely, so passionately. He licked it as to how a sexually repressed man would lick the most splendid neck on Earth. 

Alejandro felt the passion through Franco’s kisses. It was so good. Every touch, every kiss, every breath and every drop of sweat from the singer is extreme lust and passion—passion to satisfy himself—a very selfish act which turned Alejandro on.

Franco, after feasting on Alejandro’s skin, started to prepare to dominate and penetrate the young man. He turned Alejandro and pinned him down on the leather car seat. He spit on his fingers. Tonight’s sexual encounter was unplanned so he wasn’t able to prepare the things that should be needed. Now, there’s no turning back but to use what is available. After making sure that the glory hole and his manhood is properly lubricated by his own body fluid, he started inserting his tool inside Alejandro. Moans filled the enclosed area as Franco thrusted his manhood inside the young charming man. They filled the enclosed place with soft seductive moans and sounds of pounding. Alejandro is giving himself to the man he knew would destroy him, not anything on his body, but his remaining innocence.

And as they got close to the peak of pleasure, the heavy car door opened, revealing a woman’s figure. It was Jessica—Franco’s fun buddy and fan. Alejandro was shocked and tried to get his clothes on the car floor, but Franco stopped him by holding him tight, pinning him down on the seat more, inserting his manhood further inside the tight hole. The young man gasped and was charmed by the force and insistence of Franco. The singer then gave the young man an evil grin—a wordless proposition on their current act—involving a third person, inviting the newly arrived beautiful being to join them. Franco then nodded to the woman, giving her permission to enter the car.

Carefully, Jessica removed her tight brown dress while staring directly into Alejandro’s eyes. The gaze of the young girl is crowned with her beautiful long black hair. She is hypnotic like Medusa. She turned Alejandro into a stone. Alejandro could not resist, and with the help of Franco, they tempted him into a threesome. The young lady exposed herself, revealing a figure that would turn any man crazy. Her breasts are round as if it invites hands. Her hips are wide as if it begs to be held. And her face is beguiling as if it was created to be admired. She is a view, a work of art. To be honest, they all are—beautiful people that come together and face each other to maximize their ability to charm one another. It was the peak of their immorality. No rules will be followed. No limitation will limit them. It was all purely lust, intimacy and passion. 

Franco was so aroused that he penetrated the two beautiful beings in front of him interchangeably. Like a starving man who has not eaten anything for a century, he aggressively feasted on the two. The woman was so turned on that she let herself be sandwiched between the two men. Like a woman oppressed by society’s expectation towards her, restrained away from her sexuality for a hundred years, offered herself as a third party to this supposedly two-men affair without hesitation.  Alejandro was so sexually provoked that he turned to be someone he was not and started giving himself and his entirety to the two strangers. He dropped all his remaining dignity. And like a starving monster, started biting Franco’s neck and ears all while biting Jessica’s arms and shoulders. 

Inside the intimidating car that represented the richness of their night, in the corner of the dark parking lot that represented the darkness of their soul at that moment, and in the middle of this unfamiliar city that became the spot and a meeting place to satisfy their sexual appetite, they reached the peak of their immorality. Under the enormous night sky they transformed into monsters, consuming each other to the core, dominating one another, giving up to their sexual desires—a contrast to the divine beauty they possess often glorified by the people. 

The Peak of Immorality 

With their eyes lies extreme emotion called lust,

With their touch lies a great motive that doesn't last. 

They are monsters to feast on each other, 

They are evil to use their beauty to deceit one another. 

What for? 

Surely, not for their mortal bodies

But for the temporary pleasure, 

For the validation of their flawed soul’s reality,

For the sole satisfaction of the weak souls of the three.