Jack was like a brother to me. We did everything together. One sunny afternoon, after some drinks, he tells me he has been gay for years. He said he has been with many guys and wants to move to that next step with me. He said if all goes well, we might share a place, a house, together. I'm not really drunk, but just enough, I suppose, to continue the conversation. I've really not had many girlfriends. I think back and maybe it's because when I'm with Jack, which is most all of the time, we never tried talking to any. Hmmm?
At the time, in my nicely buzzed state, we were together on his couch watching the Olympics. As we are bouncing between men's gymnastics and the diving matches, he started pointing out the athletes he seemed to know were gay.
"That one's gay, that one too." We were sitting next to each other so we could both reach the big bowl of tortilla chips and salsa on the coffee table. I realized I hadn't noticed his arm was behind me and his hand was on my shoulder. But I did now. I took a bit of a chip and asked, "What the fuck is going on?"
"I can put a smile on your face if you'll let me. You know I wouldn't do anything to embarrass you or make you uncomfortable."
"I'm already a little uncomfortable. How does this work, anyway?" I was curious. But not to the point where I wanted to do anything. Or so I thought.
He leaned back, pulling me just a little bit closer to him. "It's easy. Just relay, eat a chip, and I'll do the rest." I looked at him. I wasn't sure what expression was on my face. Surprised? Angry? Willing? It must have been the last one.
Jack rolled closer to me, slipped his hand inside my pants and grabbed my cock. The buttons and zipper on my cargo shorts were magically unfastened, and my shorts simply fell open. I bit down on a chip, with my mouth full, I let out a muffled, "Oh fuck!"
Jack's hand moved up and down. His fingers wrapped tightly around my half hard cock. Why was I getting a hard-on? His head fell on my shoulder in a friendly, supportive, affectionate way. "This feels good, doesn't it?" I shyly nodded, crunching the last bit of the chip.
Jack snuggled up a little closer. He nuzzled my neck, kissing it a little bit. It was getting hot in the room. Did someone turn off the Air? I might fucking cum!
The reality of what was happening moved over me like a wave. I suddenly saw myself as a gay faggot, which was someone I never wanted to be. My friends, family and everyone else I'd ever come in contact with the rest of my life would judge me for this. I began to squirm and resist. I put my hand on his, trying to stop him from completing the act.
"What's wrong?" He pulled me closer and didn't stop squeezing my now rock-hard cock. "You seem to be enjoying this."
"I'm just not sure about all of this, jack. What the fuck? What is going to happen now, anyway? Are you going to try to fuck me too?"
"Only if you want me to, Billy."
"Ha! Yeah, whatever. I don't think so. There is no way I can just sit here and let this happen. I'm not some gay fag you can just do this with. I thought we were friends."
"We are friends, buddy. You know, I think I have something that might help, just this one, first time. OK? You do trust me, don't you?'
Trust him? Fuck no. Jack didn't stop stroking my cock during this entire conversation. I was squirming and wiggling a little bit, but not as much as I thought I should. Was I enjoying this? My cock was telling me to let things continue. "What, what did you mean? Something to help?"
"Well, I think you just need a little push, and some deniability. You know, like you didn't just sit here and let me go all gay on you. Does that sound right?"
"I guess that might make me feel a little better about all this, yes."
The woven nylon belt on my shorts slowly slid out through the belt loops and into jack's hands. My cock was poking straight out of the zipper opening like a beacon. Hard and ready to explode.
"Lean forward and put your hands behind your back. I'm going to tie you up, so you don't have to admit you let me do this."
What? This is stupid. But, fuck, I did it!
He secured my hands behind my back with the belt then pushed me roughly back against the sofa. "Now you're my captive. I can do whatever I like, and you won't stop me."
A rush of nervousness fell over me. I leaned back, pulling against the binding. Jacks hand quickly was back on my cock, giving me the business. He leaned close, rolled part way on top of me, and kissed me. I struggled. But not too much. His warm wet tongue was rolling around in my mouth. I liked it. I haven't been kissed or kissed anyone like that before. He was doing a pretty firm and steady hand job on my angry, leaking cock. I was getting close. He could tell. Suddenly it all stopped. He looked me in the yes. "You're going to be my bitch. OK?"
I didn't know what that meant. Not yet anyway. But what I did know was I was hot, bothered and horny as hell. He then took advantage of that situation. I was breathing hard, ready for more. He knew it. He dropped to his knees on the floor in front of me, pulling me down with him. Once I was on my knees too, he stood up and pushed his crotch in my face. He had pulled down his shorts as he stood up. His hard, glowing cock was rubbing against my cheek. "Suck it like a good bitch, Billy."
I pulled against the bindings again. But, at the same time, I opened and took this unfamiliar part of a man into my wet, drooling mouth.
"It feels and tasted good, doesn't it. Like you were made to have it in your mouth, doesn't it?" I didn't try to respond. He knew I liked it. I knew I should be sucking it. But sadly, I'd never been given, or certainly ever given, a blow job myself. So, this was really, really new for me. I tried anyway. But why? I didn't know. But being bound like a captive and doing this disgusting act, seemed ok. I liked his hands on my head. His fingers running through my hair. He's told me he loves me like a brother. But this, this was something else!
"Just take it and swallow it all, baby."
I wasn't shure what was going on. What did he mean? Then my mouth filled up with goo. "Ahhhhhhh... yes, Billy. Take it all, bitch."
I struggled and choked on the load. But then, just like he had asked, I took a breath, took a couple of swallows, and it was gone.
His cock was still hard. But it was wet and ripping with saliva and cum. I was trying to catch a breath. He knelt down in front of me and kissed me again. Then again. Our wet, drooling mouths were all over each other. His hand was on my cock going at it again. I was still pretty hard and wanting to cum.
"You were fucking awesome!" I just nodded, accepting the compliment. "Let's get you your reward, Billy."
We ended up back up on the couch, with Jack on top of me again. He was pulling and stroking me really well. He wouldn't stop kissing me. My 'this is really fucked up' reflex kicked in again. "This is just too crazy, jack."
"That's Ok, buddy. I'll help you again. He took his shorts from the floor and balled them up into a wad of soft cotton. Before I could stop it, he shoved the whole ball into my mouth. I gagged and tried to cry out. "Just let me, Billy. Just let me do it, let me do it all." Being bound and gagged, helpless, but feeling safe and secure, made this all make sense somehow. At least, it made me feel like I was some sort of a victim, but not really. I was enjoying the shit out of this. I'd never been tied up or gagged before. All this was so new, crazy, scary and exciting at the same time. I loved it! Fucking tie me up and do this with me anytime!
The next thing I know he is on his knees in front of me sucking my cock like a real professional whore. He had a hand up between my ass cheeks with a finger in my hole, and his other hand is reaching up, holding the shorts in my mouth. I didn't know anyone could suck anything that hard. But he could. I finally give in, lean back and blew the biggest load I've ever felt right down his throat. He gags and swallows and drools and laughs. "Fuck, YES!"
Drinking a couple of beers on the deck, Jack asks me if I had an enjoyable time. I wanted to be honest, but again, I was still a bit worried about being that gay fag. "Well, it was sort of weird. I'm not sure I'm really into it, Jack."
Jack was noticeably disappointed. But he was cool. "That's OK. I didn't want to weird you out too much, but it seemed like you were ok with it, so I just kept going. We don't need to do anything like that again. I want to be friends."
On the way back to my place, Jack texted me.
'I had a good time. Let's golf as usual next week, if that's still all ok.'
I waited until I was home and had another beer. I thought a lot about that afternoon. I sat in my lonely apartment for an hour, looking out the window. I checked some web pages for something I'd been thinking about. I found some stuff I liked. What was I doing? Who knows? But I did it anyway.
'Maybe after golf we can try something like this. I think it might be fun.'
