I spent the day debating how I would bring this up to Michael—how to preserve our friendship and just deal with it so I could move on.
Internally, I was torn and confused. I wasn’t gay, but Michael had given me pleasure I never knew existed. I felt guilt and a fear of going too far. It was definitely a different experience with a guy, that was for sure. Michael understood a man’s needs and body better than any girl I’d been with before.
I hated that I loved watching his big dick flop around. It was huge and juicy and tasted great, and I hated myself for it. The more I resisted, the more control I lost.
But the exploration was over; I was done. I told myself I could just move on, bury this experience deep enough that it would never resurface.
Shawn and Michael came home later, both looking stressed, the flush on their faces just the beginning as they started telling me about their day.
“So, I’m failing my Anatomy 2 class,” Shawn shared. “I’ve been fucking working my ass off, and shit!” he yelled as he launched his backpack and drawing pad across the living room. Shawn slumped onto the living room couch.
He sat there, contemplating the seriousness of his situation. He dreamed of becoming a comic artist, but his “style” wasn’t cutting it in a detailed anatomy class. His eyes were watering as I moved across the room and picked up his supplies off the floor.
“Don’t be so hard on yourself,” I said, sitting next to him. Shawn was a grown guy, but he carried his feelings close to the surface.
“I’m failing too,” Michael chimed in. He was standing near the kitchen island across from us. “I’m beginning to hate this fucking place. It’s like they kill your creativity instead of working with you to find your own way to the same solution.” I knew Michael was just venting—he loved painting more than anything. The look on his face mirrored Shawn’s.
Michael sighed, running a hand through his hair. ‘Tried to book the life drawing model, but his girl’s accusing him of cheating. They’re both off the grid right now.’ His voice had a slight edge, like this was just another thing piling up.
“Well, we’re fucked then,” Shawn said in a low voice.
Michael grabbed some snacks and beers while I threw some popcorn in the microwave.
We sat down with snacks in hand, forming a semi-circle around the TV..
“How are your classes coming along?” Shawn asked, and I said, “So far, I’m passing everything. Let’s hope it stays that way.” My own concern spilled into the conversation.
After a few beers, I noticed a glint in Michael’s eye as he looked me over, but I pretended to be completely enthralled by the 20th time I was watching *Akira*.
We continued with small talk until Michael said, “You know what, Art? Do you think maybe you could help us?” I responded without thinking, the beers settling nicely in my system. “Yeah, if there’s anything I can do, count me in.”
Shawn looked back at me. “Man, you really are the best bud a guy could ask for.” Michael leaned forward, eyes gleaming with a mix of mischief and something else I couldn’t quite place. “you could model for us. Don’t worry, we wouldn’t draw your face—just the body. Help us pass.” The way he said it felt like a challenge, his gaze locking onto mine, daring me to back down.
I gulped, struggling to swallow the beer down. “Say what?” I said, surprised. “You could model for us. We wouldn’t draw your face, of course, but that would help a lot.” I was looking at Michael, my brain trying to figure out what was happening.
Shawn’s arms wrapped around me in one of his bear hugs, squeezing tight. ‘You’re the best, man,’ he said, his voice lighter than it had been all night. ‘Dinner’s on me every Friday if you do this.’ There was a note of desperation in his voice, like he needed this more than just passing a class.'You’re my last hope, Luke.” making me shuckle at the Starwars movies.
These were my friends. I couldn’t let them down, I thought in my haze.
“But first, cookies,” Michael said, bringing out a small dish with four cookies and handing them to Shawn. “Sorry, guys, I only have the small tray.” Two minutes later, he brought out the dish again with four more cookies, fresh chocolate on top, just for me. His cookies came last and looked dried out; he said the pack had run out.
“So how about it, Art? Do you think you can help?” Shawn asked, pleadingly. “Yes, I’ll help,” I agreed, and they both cheered. I had a good buzz going and felt really good.
I finished my cookies and washed them down with my beer. Man, it felt strong. “I’ll set up the lights and seating arrangement so we can get some work done.”
I went into my room and pulled out what I liked to call my weekend underwear. I had three briefs that I liked to wear for the ladies; they framed my ass right and my 4-inch flaccid penis nicely. I put on the white ones and headed back out to the living room.
“It’s all set up,” Michael said as he came up and helped me onto the mini stage he’d set up. I was feeling very drunk by now. Those beers and sweets had done me in, I thought.
“Okay, sit facing us,” Shawn said as he pulled out a timer and set it for two minutes. “We’ll start with short poses to warm up.”
We did several as they sketched away feverishly.
Michael handed me a beer, his fingers brushing mine as he did. ‘Here,’ he said with a smirk, ‘keep you hydrated and interesting.’ There was a knowing look in his eyes, something playful but with an undercurrent that made my stomach flip.
“Ten more minutes,” Shawn yelled as he prepped the timer and his new sheet of Canson drawing paper. His eyes were also glazed; I couldn’t help but laugh. I thought I was going to see nothing but stick figures.
“Okay, let me help you out for the ten-minute poses,” Michael said as he walked towards me. Surprisingly, he didn’t seem drunk at all. Fucker is better at hiding his buzz than most, I thought.
I didn’t think much of it since I knew Michael wouldn’t try anything with Shawn here. Still, a flash of Michael digging his tongue into my ass caught me by surprise, making my cock jump.
Shawn was laying his sketches on the side table, and surprisingly, they looked good—the proportions were on point, and so was the pose.
Michael walked up and casually pulled my briefs down without warning. A cold shiver ran through me as the fabric slid down my legs, exposing me in a way that felt both humiliating and electrifying. My heart pounded in my chest, a mix of fear and a twisted sense of anticipation making my breath catch.
“We’re all adults here,” Michael said as he motioned for me to raise my leg, and I did without skipping a beat. With my buzz in full effect, I complied
From this angle, Shawn couldn’t see, but Michael’s tongue flicked out, a quick, teasing lick that made my breath catch. He pulled back, eyes glinting with a smug satisfaction, like he knew exactly what effect he had on me—and he was enjoying every second of it. Shawn, oblivious or maybe just pretending to be, focused on his sketches, but I could feel the tension in the air.
“Damn, look at you, nothing to fucking be ashamed about,” Shawn glanced up from his drawing, eyes scanning over me with something between awe and envy. ‘Damn, Art,’ he said, shaking his head with a grin, ‘you’ve got nothing to fucking be ashamed about. No wonder the chicks go wild, ponyboy.’ There was a hint of something unspoken in his words.
I relaxed as Michael sat my drunken ass facing them, my cock and balls hanging nicely. Shawn began the timer.
“Okay, next pose.” I was placed in a kneeling position, hands over my head. Michael came over, opened my legs, and gave my cock a good squeeze. I glanced at Shawn, feeling a mix of worry, fear, and confusion all at once.
Drunken Shawn was busy gathering his supplies, searching for his chalks to add a different touch to the drawings, while making sure his other works were protected.
“Hey, over here,” Michael whispered as he patted my face with his thick hands. In front of me was his dick, sticking out over his waistband, with his balls hanging over the band too.
“Guys, I need my colored chalks so I can turn this in,” Shawn said as he got up and waddled a bit, his buzz in full effect.
“Slap, slap, slap,” I felt Michael using his dick to slap my face before running it down to my lips. “Open up,” he said sternly. In my drunken headspace, I thought, Fuck no, yet my lips parted, almost of their own accord, betraying me. The moment his cock pushed past my lips, a surge of shame and strange exhilaration washed over me, my body betraying every logical protest my mind was desperately trying to hold onto, just in time for Shawn to yell for help finding his colored chalk set.
“Be right there,” I heard Michael reply as he leaned in and, licking my ear, said, “I can’t wait to make you my slut.” My cock hardened as he said that.
Before he left, I took the time to drink my open beer. The knot of fear rose in my stomach. Why was I responding to Michael like this? Why was I getting hard imagining Michael treating me like a complete bitch? I gulped the whole beer down. It had a strange aftertaste, but I didn’t care—I needed to be drunk enough not to care. I heard talking and whispering and some laughing.
Five minutes later, They came back out, exchanging smiles and joking about Shawn’s mess.
“Okay, let’s get this done. We need to give the teacher a hard pose and subject so he knows we’re not playing,” Michael said with determination. “Yes, Michael, I need to prove I’ve got what it takes,” Shawn added, drunk but playful.
“Great,” Michael said as he came forward, telling me to stay on my knees. He told Shawn, “Five minutes, that’s all you have for this.” Shawn got close and set up his supplies.
Michael stood beside me, and I barely reached his knees. I hated being so short. “Okay, here we go,” and then the push on my lips as Michael shoved his cock into my mouth. My eyes widened as
I realized that Shawn was watching. “Keep your hands behind your head,” Michael ordered as he left his cock in place, my mouth wrapping itself around his hot, warm shaft.
I glanced at Shawn; he was swiftly sketching, starting with gesture lines before adding detail.“You’re the best, Art,” he said, his face flushed, still high on his buzz.
I looked up at Michael’s smile it was almost predatory as he looked down at me, like he knew he was in control and he was savoring every moment of it. He moved slowly, deliberately, each inch a reminder of who held the power in this room. Shawn’s eyes flickered between us, his expression unreadable, but I could feel the shift in the room’s energy, as if something unspoken was hanging between us all. I was sucking his cock as Shawn drew furiously fast.
“Beep, beep, beep,” the timer went off. Michael pulled his cock out of my mouth and quickly posed me again. This time, I was asked to stretch my legs as far as I could, with my hands stretched out too.
“Try this; it will help you calm down,” Michael said, handing me the brown bottle of poppers. “Take three long hits.” Even with my inner voice screaming in protest, I did as I was asked. As the fumes filled my lungs, a dizzying wave of heat surged through me, blurring the edges of my thoughts. The world seemed to tilt, my inhibitions dissolving like sand under a relentless tide.
“Aarg!” I jerked as Michael was over me, jamming his cock into my mouth. I tried to resist, but after the third thrust into my throat, my cock sprang to life. “Damn,” I heard Shawn say before the sounds of his rapid sketching took over. I looked up as Michael smiled and winked at me.
“Make sure you’re getting every detail,” Michael yelled out to Shawn. “Yeah, I’m redoing his cock—it was flaccid, but shit, it’s a fucken rock now.”
Michael was in a rhythm now, his thrusts deliberate and overpowering. My face felt hot as all I could do was look up at him, smiling and whispering, “Take it, slut.”
Every thrust, every degrading word, chipped away at my resolve. How could I feel so humiliated, so utterly degraded, and yet so alive? It was as if the more I surrendered, the more my body lit up with sensations I didn’t want to acknowledge.
“Beep, beep, beep.” Shawn smiled as Michael stepped aside. “Check it out,” Shawn said as he turned his drawing over. There I was, spread open, my huge cock leaning against my leg, my balls hanging low. Only the smallest of shading and detail, not enough to make out that the person in the image was sucking cock.
“It’s really good,” Michael said cheerfully to an intoxicated Shawn. “Shots for everyone,” Michael added as he handed Shawn a clear shot glass. My shot glass was blue, just the same. Shawn and I took the shot before taking a drink from our beers.
I instantly felt euphoric, the voices in the room sounding distant
They positioned me on my hands and knees, facing the kitchen with my back toward Shawn. My cock and balls swayed as I struggled to hold the pose in my drunken state.
“Ready?” Michael asked, and Shawn responded enthusiastically, 'Absolutely. “Open wide,” I heard Michael say, this time his voice unrestrained and loud, an announcement that I was his bitch. Again, he stuck his cock in my mouth. To my shock, a deep moan escaped me as he pushed further into my mouth.
I heard Shawn sketching, then saying, “Fuck, Art, that ass looks amazing.” Michael smiled and said, “Yeah, it's good enough to eat.' I found myself moaning again.”
“Told you,” Michael said while looking at Shawn.
“Beep, beep, beep.” Michael pulled out, looking at Shawn through my haze. He pulled the page from his large Canson drawing pad and turned it around. There was my ass and balls, captured perfectly and in great detail. To my surprise, there was even more detail—now you could see the hands on the back of my head and the shape of someone standing directly in front of me.
“It’s fucking amazing,” Michael chimed in. “What do you think, Art?” I mumbled something, and Michael and Shawn laughed.
“Okay, last pose, let’s make it count,” Michael told me as he placed me on the floor, ass up and face down, my arms reaching for my ankles. “Okay, Shawn, I’ll say when,” Michael said as Shawn set up his timer and new paper.
“Look up, fucker,” I heard Michael say. His cock was hard and pointing straight at me. “You know what to do,” he said confidently, and I obediently opened my mouth as he shoved his beer-can-thick cock into it.
“Oh shit, that’s fucking hot,” Shawn said as he started his timer and began feverishly drawing, using colored pencils this time around.
You could clearly hear the slurping sounds coming from my mouth. “Fuck yeah, Art, suck it all in,” Michael said, and I moaned again. “You fucking love it,” he added matter-of-factly. “He’s fucking hard too, Michael,” I heard Shawn say with excitement.
The five minutes felt like a lifetime. The pose was hard to hold, and my mouth was relaxed now as I felt Michael picking up the pace of his thrusts, enjoying the yelps and jerking movements my body made as he bottomed out deep in my throat.
“Aahh man, his hole keeps winking as you shove it in,” Shawn said. “Bounce your ass, Art,” Michael commanded, and without any shame, I did. “Damn, if the girls could see you now, slobbering over dick,” Shawn said, amused, still working on his drawing.
“Beep, beep, beep.” The timer went off, and I relaxed, laying flat on the floor. “That’s awesome, Shawn, you did great,” Michael said proudly. “I had the right subject,” Shawn said, laughing. “Here you go, you deserve a bit,” he said, and I heard Shawn slurp it down.
“Open your mouth,” Michael ordered as he shoved a shot down my throat. My body felt warm immediately, and my words slurred. “Yeah, this too,” he said, bringing the brown poppers to my nose. Without being told, I took three long breaths.
I felt several pillows being placed under my belly as some chatting continued in the distance. I was face down, but my ass was nice and high.
“No man, he’s probably just exploring, you know, and with us at least he’s safe,” I heard in the distance.
“Oooo shit,” I said as I felt a hard cock slide into my hole. I pushed up with my arms, almost doing a push-up, but Michael pushed me back down. The pain shot right through my ass and up my back. “Shit, he feels so good,” Shawn said as he massaged my round, big ass with his hands while he started fucking me. I could feel the pain and winced as Shawn drove into me.
“This will help,” I heard Michael say as cold liquid dropped into my hole before Shawn thrust his cock back into me.
Again I moaned, and Shawn took it as a cue to absolutely pound me hard and fast. “FUCK!” Shawn grunted as he lost his cool and began to spank and pull on my hair, making me moan and moan and moan in pleasure.
Something in me was being pushed with every thrust. “Such a great pussy,” Shawn yelled, and it only turned me on more. Why? I was into women, but this was exciting and pleasurable too. Fuck, I thought.
Was it pleasurable because it questioned the norm I was raised with? Was it the loss of control?
“Slap, slap,” the pain across my face as Michael was pulling me up by my hair and then shoving his dick in my mouth.
I was being dominated by my friends. “Take it, slut,” and “You feel so good, Art,” then “Fuck you, pony boy, take this dick.” I was being roughly fucked on both ends.
There was no point in fighting or resisting; I had fully submitted to their control. They placed me on my back and continued to use my holes for their pleasure.
The sounds of bodies slapping together, the yelps and moans, and the dirty talk pushed me to the edge of pleasure. “Fucking fag,” “Wink that ass for me,” “Slut loves it,” they taunted as my cock and balls bounced and swayed to the rhythm of the fucking I was getting.
My face was pulled up, my eyes glazed over. “You love this fucking, Art?” Michael yelled at me as he slapped my face. “Fuck yes, fuck me harder!” I yelled, and Shawn delivered, driving hard and fast, pushing me close to the edge of reality.
Michael continued slapping my face, a grin spreading across his as he said, “Sluts need to learn to love a little pain too.” Shawn yanked my head up from behind, yelling, 'Are you going to be our slut, Art?' as Michael timed his slaps perfectly with my grunts, 'I’m going to cum!
“Harder, Shawn, fuck him with everything you’ve got!” Shawn drove his cock in deep and fast, putting his weight into every thrust.I feverishly pushed back, desperately working towards my climax. My hair was being pulled, I was being slapped, but nothing mattered—I needed to come, and my need for pleasure had taken over. “Yes, harder, fuck me,” I cried out, all sense of shame and dignity lost. “Yeah slut, take it” I heard Shawn grunt behind me.
The word ‘slut’ hung in the air, echoing in my mind like a dark chant. It should have hurt, should have repulsed me, but instead, it rooted itself deep in my chest, stirring something primal. I needed this—I craved this surrender. I needed to be used and fucked just like this. "Make me your whore," I squealed as I was driven over the edge.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" I yelled as my cock shot its first wet and heavy load. Shawn was still fucking me fiercely. "Fuck me, Shawn, fuck me, don't stop!" I yelled in utter bliss as my second load sprang out of my cock, sending shockwaves through me.
I was about to yell one last time, but before I could, Michael shoved his cock in my mouth and began to fuck me hard and fast, looking for his own release.
"MmmmmMMMMMM," I gargled and moaned as my last spurt of cum sent my body jerking and twitching. "I’m cumming, you fucking fag," Shawn yelled as I felt his hot cum shoot into my ass. "Here it comes, slut," Michael yelled as he unloaded three strong shots of cum down my throat, still shivering but refusing to pull out. As I started to choke, he had a look of total bliss, his eyes half-open as he held me in place before finally releasing me.
I slipped onto the floor, my body weak and trembling as the reality of my situation hit me like a wave. Hearing them high-five above me, their casual camaraderie twisted the knife in my gut—how easily they celebrated, while I lay there, exposed..
"Sit up, slut," I was forced back onto my knees as they stood over me, dicks out, ordering me to jerk off. As I did, they took turns slamming their cocks into me.
I came again, this time the cum leaping up to my chest and belly, two strong globs of it, as I rocked with the overwhelming sensation of having given up control.
Shame and guilt crept up on me as I lay there, covered in cum.
The guys made small talk about what a slut I was, how I squealed like a bitch in heat, and how much I loved dick.
Shawn, still buzzed, said, "Okay, I have to put this away," as Michael helped him take his drawings and supplies to his room.
"Just do it now," I heard Michael say. "No point in waiting."
I was lying on the floor, breathing hard, trying to make sense of everything that had just happened. Tears ran down my face as the humiliation set in. With a herculean effort, I forced myself to stand, my legs shaking as if they could give out at any moment. Each step toward my room felt like I was walking through quicksand, the weight of what had just happened pulling me down. I collapsed onto my bed, my mind spinning, my body still buzzing with the aftershocks of everything I’d just endured.
Was I a fag now? No, I rebelled. No, I’m not a fag.
As flashes of what had happened flooded my memory, my cock stirred before I drifted off to dreamland.
