Vinnie was my neighbor and since our moms were friends, he was my default best friend. We didn't fit together at all. I was shy, solitary at school and deeply closeted. The least of my gestures could draw attention and reveal me, so I didn't move. Vinnie was part class clow, part trouble maker. A slacker at school, he graduated from cigarettes and beer to weed and liquor quick enough and was slowly corrupting me.
We hung out after school and on weekends. He was a pretty sweet friend to have. He had his own studio opening onto the backyard, and a lot of privacy he was willing to share, along with the booze ans smoke he got from his older brother. Most Saturdays he'd invite guys from school but mostly it was him and me.
We'd spend hours playing video games, watching random stuff on YouTube and getting high until night came and we were sure his parents would leave us alone, at which point we'd start drinking. That's when he'd start talking about sex.
Vinnie's mind was always on pussy and he always made references to sex, but when he was drunk he'd really talk about it. Younger he'd show me on his phone exactly what he wanted to do to some girl, using porn. Now that he got laid sem regularly, he showed me videos he took while fucking, literally behind the girls' backs. That's how I saw his dick the first time. First several times.
There's no way he didn't know I was gay. I had no girls to talk about, didn't flirt with any at parties and did not have shit to contribute to his sex talk. And sometimes I had to catch myself because I knew I'd fixated on his dick in the videos.
Vinnie loved fucking and fucking hard, and he was always complaining about girls being soft and fragile. He'd always say, "I need a bitch that can take it and ask for more."
After one winter break he came back from a skiing holiday with a longer mop of curly brown hair and a pencil mustache. First thing he said to me as I entered the studio for our first Saturday night together: "I got like four sextapes to show you, little man."
Whenever it was cold, we'd settle on the sun chairs under a bunch of blankets so we could still smoke without stinking up his studio, so that's what we did that night, while sharing a bottle of Jack. He started off telling me about his holiday, the chalet, the town, then the nightlife, the clubs his brother got him into and, finally, the girls.
From the first sextape he showed me I was uncomfortably hard. Videos filmed during doggy by the guy really don't make for good directing but I could still focus on his cock. All you really got from her was the moaning and squealing in evident pain. "She was thirsty for it until I gave it to her," Vinnie laughed while switching from the video to the girl's Instagram so that I could see her face. She was pretty enough, but her profile reeked of attempted teen influencer with rich parents. "First few days she was all over me because her other friends wanted me so she had to win. Dumb bitch couldn't take dick and ignored me the rest of the holiday. So I fucked her friend," and on he went, explaining in detail and showing me twenty second clips he'd made of himself fucking these girls.
When we got to the last girl he was severly drunk and fidgeting, and I was shaking with lust. He slurred his words as he said, "That last one, hottest of the bunch but what a fucking prude. No head and not allowed to eat her snatch. Tight as fuck though but I had to lube it with spit. Frigid bitch."
Vinnie gave me the joint and slid his now free hand under the cover while holding the phone with the other. I could feel him rubbing himself.
"Can't be that prudish, she ended up on all fours as well," I said in a soft voice.
"Damn right, look at that... look at how that puss squeezes my cock... See?" he insisted.
"Yeah, I can see...," I risked.
"She kept saying it was too big," he laughed, "always fucking complaining."
"It is fat," I confirmed, mesmerized by the large pole stretching the poor girl.
He turned his eyes away from the phone toward me and smiled. "I could feel myself stretching her."
"No wonder..."
"Yeah you think?" he seemed excited to hear me say so.
"Yeah man," i said. I was quite high myself and barely noticed I was revealing too much. "Fat weapon you got there..."
"You got that right, bro, it's a fucking weapon of ass destruction." He cackled then pulled his hand out of the blanket. "Here, let me smoke?"
The hand hovered right near my face and I could smell the locker room scent on it. I put the joint in between his fingers, he set it in his mouth immediately then grabbed my hand and pulled it under the blankets. "Here, feel how fucking massive."
My breath caught in my throat. Drunk, high, and never expecting anything of the sort, I didn't even resist. Within a few seconds, my hand was on his tented crotch, rubbing his sweatpants. I didn't say a word. His hand was pressing mine against his dick and urging me to rub while he kept his eyes fixated on the screen, no matter the smoke passing in front of them.
And he carried on explaining the sextape, joint hanging off his mouth. "I had to spend the whole fucking holiday sweet talking her and hiding my other hookups. I think she thinks she was the only one, dumb bitch. Great tits," while pushing my hand harder against his cock, "great body, just an all around hottie. When I was undressing her I was still playing like I'm a nice guy you know," he mocked, "but as soon as I got in there, mmh," he made the sound while pressing my hand still harder, pulling up and down, "all I could think about was the stretch and I started pounding it. Look." And he pulled his hand out of the blanket to take the joint out of his mouth and put it in mine. "Here." I didn't even have the wherewithal to move my hand away from his crotch, though I stopped moving and pressing down. "Anyway I fucked her just the once, so I didn't get to enjoy the pussy as much as I wanted. After we were done she yelled at me and left," he laughed again. Then he started pushing his crotch up against my hand, not even subtlely. So I started pressing and rubbing again, still not saying anything. "Bitch said she was on the pill so I got to creampie her. You can't imagine what it's like to finish deep inside a tight hole, little man."
"How... how is it?" I finally managed to croak out.
"Nothing like it," he said while licking his lips, eyes still on the screen. He was playing and replaying the clips he had of that last girl. I was still jacking him off through the sweatpants, and he had not stopped meeting my hand and applying pressure up as I was doing down. It was like we had arranged it before. "When the hole is contracting around your cock, and your cock is getting as big as it can get, fuck..." he let out, half a word and half a moan, "that's the fucking best."
And then I felt it : the contractions in his cock and the heat in his crotch. I stopped moving my hand, he dropped the phone and started smoking on the joint again, eyes closed and otherwise unmoving. I dared not say a word until he got up, dropping his half of the blankets on the lawn, and simply declared, "I'm gonna take a shower before bed, can you please roll up the good night blunts?"
And left.
The goodnight blunts were the only ones we smoked in the studio. The goal was to make the least movement possible between it and falling asleep : as such, we smoked them in his bed with the bay window wide open, buried under blankets. By the morning, it had dissipated much easier than a full night of smoking would.
I sat crosslegged on Vinnie's bed, listening to the shower in the other room, both blunts ready, waiting for him and trying to process what had happened.
I was pretty sure Vinnie had noticed I was gay months ago, and had said nothing. It seemed strange that he'd think to take advantage of it but I kept thinking he was drunk tonight, so horny all the time, and there had not been any actual hand-to-cock contact that it probably was nothing. A random event, never to be discussed again.
And indeed when he came back, wearing shorts, a tshirt and long socks, we did not speak of it. He thanked me for the joints in his habitual manner, then stated to organize blankets on his side of the bed, and finally opened the bay windows.
That night like any other night with him in winter, we smoked under the blankets, only our faces and smoking arm showing, letting the high take us over into sleep. It was like nothing happened.
I woke up in the very early morning because I was choking. I opened my eyes and saw Vinnie was over me, between my legs like we were missionary, and one of his hands was crushing my throat. As soon as I started fighting back, he used the other one to slap me thrice on each cheek until I stopped. Then that hand went to my neck and squeezed as well.
He was rubbing his cock against my taint, though he was still in shorts and I in sweatpants, and I could feel how hard it was. As soon as I started looking right in his eyes, half begging to stop half just wondering what the hell was happening, he started seriously humping me.
Finally he started speaking, a lusty whisper. "Don't move, don't fucking move, bitch, don't fucking move if you don't wanna get punched out, you fucking slut..." and kept going for a few minutes while choking me and occasionnally slapping me.
None of it was clear in my head. I was still drunk, from his breath I could tell so was he, and we were both probably still high. I wasn't fighting back, not only because I was genuinely afraid of him at this point, but also because I had locked into submissive mode. Much like earlier when he'd used my hand to jack off, I had nothing to say, nothing to do.
Finally he seemed to have enough of humping and he stopped choking me, grabbed my by the legs and turned me around as hard as he could. With a punch, he made me arch my back while he pushed my head in between my pillow and his. I felt my sweatpants and underwear being pulled down in a violent gesture and heard a grunt before he started spanking me. Again, when I whimpered, it seemed to annoy him. He buried my head under one of the pillows. "Shut the fuck up, cunt," was all he said.
I was spanked for another long moment while the sun came up. He never had to say it but I kept quiet so his parents or the neighbors wouldn't have a clue what he was doing to me. Even though I had no idea what was happening and it did hurt like hell, I was enjoying how he was handling me and the fact he refused to hold back. Vinnie had never been violent with me, never been mean, never had even made a single remark I could have interpreted as a veiled insult. And now he was spanking me so hard I had to choke under a pillow.
Then the spanking stopped and he started spitting on my asshole. I tensed immediately and he punched me in the back again before spitting again. His whisper came again : "Scream and it'll be the last fucking thing you do."
The tip of his cock started beating against my hole. He has only spat over it, not even pushed any of it in with a finger, had not stretched me at all. He clearly didn't want to. He was trying to breach me as rough as he could, while still spitting over my hole and his cock.
I steeled myself for what would come, and tried to relax but it didn't come for a long while. He kept pushing harder and harder, beating the hole, grunting and cursing under his breath, punching me in the middle of the back to make sure I kept it arched, and sometimes spanking me out of frustration.
Finally, when the day was fully risen and pushing light under the pillow, he managed to stab his wet tip into me, and I had to bite my fist to keep from yelling. It didn't stop me from crying, immediately.
Vinnie sighed. "I fucking love stretching your fucking pussy." And he kept pushing into me, almost entirely dry, and stretching my walls. "Good girl, take it, don't make a fucking sound, and I'll give it to you every fucking night, yeah?"
When he finally settled into me balls deep, he kept himself there for long minutes, his cock just pulsing into me. When he pulled out, the slide was much easier (though still painful to tears) and I figured he'd lubed my insides with precum. However he pulled out entirely, and started all over again trying to stab his cock into me. It only took six tries for him to get back inside, and it was about as painful as the last.
From there, started the best and worst fuck of my life. I'd only been fucked a few times, by other closeted guys from school, and never in a bed, always standing against a fucking tree or a sink. And I'd never been into those guys, they were just there and essentially the only options. This time, I was inside, laying down, with a guy I liked. However, it was also, essentially, rape, and a painful version of one as well. I'd been fucked, never fucked and punched and spanked and choked and everything else. So yes, I'd enjoyed getting my throat fucked a little rough, and taking raw dick in bathrooms, but this was completely different. This was assault.
I felt so sick with myself for enjoying it.
Vinnie fucked me for a long time. He pounded me, really, without ever a care for my comfort or wellbeing. I still hadn't seen his cock but I could feel it was large and thick, and veiny. He was hard as rock and relentless. After everything he'd said to me, i felt like he was finally living through his fantasy to fuck as rough as he could.
And I decided to just let him. I realized that mid-fuck. I could have screamed for real. He wouldn't have killed me: his parents would have just showed up. I could have fought back for real instead of obeying him. I could have kept my asshole so tight he would have broken his dick trying to get in that hard and fast.
But I didn't. I was relaxing my asshole on his way in and gripping him ont the way out, trying to milk him. Trying, like a slut, like an idiot, to get him to want to fuck me again.
By the time he pushed himself balls deep into me to come, I was a fleshlight and he was just jacking off with it. Even though he was balls deep, he kept pushing, pushing, and dropping his load so deep it would take full minutes to come out.
And then he pulled out, almost harder than he had fucked me, removed the pillow from my head and grabbed my by the hair to throw me off the bed. "Fucking faggot, how dare you fucking touch me?" he spat out with hatred in his voice. He jumped over me and started slapping my face and punching me in the belly, not hard enough for long lasting damage but hard enough I went from scared to terrified. He got up and kicked me in the ribcage, the legs, then pushed his bare foot into my cheek and laid my face on the floor with it. "Get the fuck out of my house, you filthy fucking fag, take your shit and get the fuck out," and he kicked me again before letting me go.
Within a minute, I'd grabbed my clothes, my bad, my weed, and was out the bay window and through to yards to the street.
I went home and laid on my bed, peering through my window into his backyard and the studio. The bay window was still open and I could see his legs and feet : he was lying on the bed.
I grabbed my phone and sent him a text :
- If you don't wanna be my friend or see me anymore that's OK. If you do that's also OK. If you wanna just keep me around to abuse that's also OK. I don't know what's happening but if you do that's enough for me. I'll do anything you want. -
And I shivered with lust as I sent it.
That's how it started with Vinnie.
