Marcus finally crept out of his room around five. All of his roommates were sleeping off last night’s activities when he got home. They were alive and well now, all crowded around the TV in the common room watching college football; Marcus stood at his door, still in his clothes from last night.
“Come on, Florida!” Dave shouted at the inanimate object. “Number 46, what are you doing?
“Dude, calm down. Your alma mater always sucked, you know that,” Kyle commented.
“Yeah, but they have a new coach this year. Things were supposed to be different,” he slumped into his recliner.
Marcus began to inch behind them as he attempted to reach the bathroom undetected. It wasn’t until he reached the door that Kyle stopped him. “Bro, there you are. Where’d you disappear to last night?”
“Oh, um. You know me. Always walking back home drunk by myself,” he said attempting to get off the subject quickly. Kyle accepted this as a reasonable answer and resumed watching the game. With that taken care of, Marcus reached for the door handle but stopped short. He needed to share it with someone. “Guys.” Kyle and Dave turn around to look at him, but only because Florida called a time-out. “I think…. I got raped last night.”
“Wait, what?” Dave turned the TV off and sprung forward out of his seat.
Marcus avoided eye contact but repeated himself.
“Dude, only chicks get raped,” Dave said. “Unless… dude, did some ugly chick take you back to her place and use you as her sex slave?”
“Who’s ever heard of a female rapist?” Kyle interjected.
“There’s always like a female teacher or two on the news every other year accused of giving some fifteen year old kid the time of his life.”
“Right; teachers. They’re child molesters, not rapists.”
“Same difference.”
Kyle rolled his eyes. “One forces themselves on kids, the other on adults. No woman would ever rape a guy. They can get tail anytime they want. All they gotta do is lay it out there. Besides, a girl can’t fuck a guy. She doesn’t have the proper equipment.”
Dave has a defense ready. “Strap-ons.”
“Ah, touché.” Kyle was impressed.
Marcus couldn’t take it anymore. He stepped into the bathroom and locked the door.
Kyle tapped on the door. “Yo, Marcus, did she have a strap-on? Is that how she did it?”
“Or was it a guy?” Dave jumped in.
“Ooo. Did some big biker guy come and take advantage of you? Give you a ride on his polished Harley-Davidson? When he climaxed, did he go ‘vroom’ or did he sound like that backfire noise a lot bikes make?” Kyle laughed. Marcus could hear Dave rolling around on the floor, dying of laughter.
“I was kidding. Damn. Why can’t I ever make a joke without you guys taking it too far?” Marcus turned on the sink to drown them out. He ran his hands under the faucet and splashed his face. Looking in the mirror, little drops of water dropped off his face. It looked like sweat from a hard work out. Or like a rough session in the bed, the thought crossed his mind. He removed himself from the mirror and stepped into the bathtub, turning on the water. He didn’t take off his clothes. They needed to be cleaned too.
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