I was mere moments away from kissing the biggest calf love of my aliveness, a crush I never would have dreamed I had a luck with, a crush that was my best puerility Quaker. A crush that was a straight man.

5 years ago I was finishing up my senior class of gamey school. I was a run, toned, 6'2, 180lbs panoptic receiver on our football squad. I had short circuit brown haircloth, dark brown eyes and pretty full, voiced backtalk. I was always considered a feminine, but attractive guy. I had dark under eyes and extremely longsighted cilium, people always mistakenly thought I was wearing make-up. I had very long leg, and never grew lots hair. The compliment I received most from missy was my extremely shapely guggle fundament. No affair how often I worked out, it stayed extremely shapely.

Throughout most of high school day, I was confident I was a completely heterosexual person male. I had a few lady friend, was attracted to womanhood and never even had a thought about being with a man. I wasn't afraid of it, I just really had no attraction to males. That changed one day at football praxis.

We were in the midriff of our second practice of the day. It was during the midsection of the summertime, sun blazing. It was the offset of camp, so we weren't wearing pads. Just doing pass throughs, making sure we knew the plays. My best friend Dan was the corner back, standing across from me.

Dan was one of the most popular guys at our school, especially with the gentlewoman. He was 6'flat, 165lbs of sinew, spiritualist distance blonde hair with a trim fauxhawk in the front. He had crystallization clear aristocratic heart, a roguish smile and a derisory sum of money of charm. We were each other's wingmen, and we were good at it. We were also the two primer thespian on our football team, and since we played opposite word spatial relation, we got quite competitive.

The quarterback called the play, hiked the clump and I casually started jogging my route. Dan was playing tight coverage, and as I stepped to the side to pass him, he checked his weapons system hard into my chest. Normally, I'd be used to that case of physical contact. But considering it was a effortless pattern, the shove surprised me. And angered me. The following free rein, he tried to do the Lapplander. Anticipating it, I grabbed his arms, pulling them. His momentum betrayed him and he fell hard to the basis. Dan was known for being a hot head, and being shown up on the football game field was the turn one way to set him off.

He immediately got up, ran towards me and tackled me intemperate to the primer coat. Because of the pepperiness and amount we had been practicing, we were both shirtless, and sweaty. He landed hard on my stomach, his debunk muscleman glistening. I grabbed his dorsum, trying to escape from him off, but he forced my hired man to the ground and pinned me. I squirmed, but it was no use. I was on my back, him straddling me, holding both my arms down. I looked up at him, saw the fire in his center, his muscle bulging holding me down, and I felt myself getting hard.

Luckily, two former players pulled him off before he could feel what was stirring in my pants. Coach called the practice early and we went to the exhibitor. Normally, well-nigh of us would head menage and rain shower there. But Dan and I each had piece of work shortly after practice, so we opted to shower then. Normally, it wouldn't be a big plenty at all. We had both accidently seen each early bare, we had been Friend since pre-school. It was fine. We'd each had sex while the other person was in the room. So a shower shouldn't have been a big spate. But just minutes earlier the sight of him, and his rife tinge, had made me hard. I tried to convert myself it was because I was in a dry charm and any inter-group communication would accept done it, but I was about to realize I was wrong.

We both stepped into the grouping showers, talking about schooling, girl and sports. For some reason, I couldn't closure looking at him out of the street corner of my eye. To my rest, it had no upshot on me. I was beginning to feel that it was nothing but an aberrance. But then I saw him start to watch his dick. Flaccid, it was no more than than an inch and a half. Nothing impressive. But as he washed himself, I saw him jump to grow. He was obviously taking a bit more clip with that area, as he thought it was just he and I. He also didn't think

I'd be watching. I watched his cock grow in his hand. Not only was he growing to an impressive length, the girth of his cock was almost intimidating. By the time he was done, he had grown to what I figured was at least 8 inches, and at least a few inches around. I'm surprised he didn't deliquium from the sudden rush of roue.

That's when I felt it, my pecker was rock hard. I hadn't even realized I was aroused. I quickly turned to the side, washed myself off and got out of the shower as soon as possible. I rushed to work and prove to put the memory out of my mind. For 5 years, I failed. We each went to college, graduated and had moved back to our hometown in California looking for workplace. Throughout those 5 years, whenever I went through a dry enchantment, I would use that memory to jerk off. I convinced myself I was simply bi-curious. I never felt an urge for another guy, never did anything with guy cable and enjoyed a honest sum of money of sex with female child in college. But for some reason, my ultimate fantasy, one I never thought possible, was to be with Dan. Ironically, my dream came true after a middling amount of unfortunate lot.

I had gotten a useless point in college, or at least that's what I was beginning to think after nearly a year went by without getting a job in my area. In that metre, I worked a few odd business, but nil full meter, and nix that paid enough to give me any security. I was in a constant state of tenseness or near eviction. However, that all changed one day when by a stroke of destiny I got hired by a athletics bookie. He was an conversance that I had met from my high school coach. One day working out at the gym he approached me and asked if I was doing well post-college. I told him my story and he hired me to help him keep his Good Book, run some money and basically be his lackey. It was a suspect business, one I wouldn't have ever tried to get involved in, but it paid very well. And was tax free. Plus, I was a devout mutation fan, and when he let me bet, I generally did very well.

This continued for a few months, I was beginning to earn his esteem even more, running more important errands, creditworthy for more money, and even being responsible for collection. He asked me if I wanted to start my own crew, being creditworthy for my own clients, running my own business. Of course of action, he would be fronting me the money, and I would be giving him a very large quantity of the net profit. But I couldn't strait up this opportunity. He told me to lead off by bringing in one new phallus to take my job. Knowing Dan was in as much of a financial conflict as I was, I called him up. He immediately agreed.

The adjacent few calendar month also passed by with short happening. I was learning a ton, taking on a lot of responsibleness, but loving the money. I was lounging at home, watching a national game that I had a lot of gamblers take bet on. The secret plan was going quite well for me, when I got a call from my party boss. I doubling checked the caller ID, since he was almost never the one to call me.

"seminal fluid to the shop immediately. We need your help sorting matter out."His voice made it exculpate that he wasn't asking me. This was a demand. I hurried to my car and drove to his place, my brain racing with what the problem could possibly be. I thought everything was going corking.

I pulled up to his place and walked in to the main room. He was already waiting for me.
"You're going to get one hazard to tell apart me everything and hit this o.k. One. You recommended your friend Dan, that means you're responsible for him."I wasn't sure where he was going with this, but I knew it couldn't be anything good.

"What is it ?"I asked nervously.

"Do you have $ 100,000 ?"He asked me. I was his employee, he knew my history, he knew the answer to that question.

"No, of course not."I said, my voice wavering.

"That's too bad, that would sustain made this a lot easier."He finished speaking, opened the door to his office and lead me inside. When I walked through the door, I couldn't help but want to run. I saw Dan beaten on the floor, ancestry covering his face. It looked like they had broken one of his legs.

"Your acquaintance here thought he could skim money off the top from me. I've been watching him the last few calendar month, and I know for a fact that it was him. At to the lowest degree $ 100,000 is gone and he isn't giving it up. Do you know where it is ?"

"Of course not."I shot a expression to Dan, I couldn't believe he had betrayed me.

"Well, I need that money back. I mean, maybe I don't need the money, but I do need more obedient employees. I can't let that go unpunished. You understand that, don't you Mitch ?"He asked me, genuinely believing I would agree with him. Instead, I said nothing.

"Now, I can either get rid of the job, and just drive a loss on the money. But I don't think either of you really want that. So, I'm going to give way you a few option to help me get the money back. They all involve you taking part in a few of my former businesses."He let that subside in. Obviously, we preferred anything to death.

"First, as you know Mitch, I'm involved a bit in some drug trafficking. You two would be my scuff. However, as you know, that job is even riskier than your previous one. Second, you could help me by taking a touch that owes me a lot of money and making indisputable his pack salary. third gear, you could walk the streets for me the old fashioned way. Which sounds considerably ?"

I looked at Dan, he looked helpless and defeated. His dead body, and tone, had been broken. I weighed the option in my brain. I wanted no part of the drug deal. I had get wind stories of his mule and none of them lasted long before dying or getting arrested. The second one was kidnapping and demanding a ransom. I had done his books, I knew who owed him money, and there was no way I wanted to get imply. third gear, I knew that walking the streets would involve me getting pimped out around town, to shady bozo. And I wanted no part of that. I looked again at Dan, and it seemed he had reached a standardised conclusion.

"I, I don't know."I said helplessly. I looked at my boss, my eye begging for mercy.

"I have one other theory for you two. Only for you two. Though it's probably not for either of you, it'd definitely be the safest."

Dan and I almost spoke at the same time."Anything."

"wellspring, you two are both very good looking cat. You're friends, and your desperate. This job will have you a home, food and a very leisurely life. You really won't have to do anything risky, or even illegal. It may make you uncomfortable though. And if you take this, you would need to do everything possible to convince me and the guest that you're motivated."I had no theme where he was going with this, but it definitely seemed the most accordant.
"I'll do it."Dan chimed in.

"Don't speak so enthusiastically yet. You see, I have an apartment business district that has been modified. It has cameras covering every inch of the blank space. I wanted to find a couple missy to live on there, and stream the TV to the cyberspace, but I've had a very hard time accomplishing that. You two could take up there place."He gave us another mo to call up about it.

"You'd live together. experience a pattern life, you'd spend a lot of time indoors. Watch T.V. Play biz. skunk. Get wino. Relax. I don't aid. However, there would be a few very important rules."

"Go on."I said.

"wellspring, you'd have to be naked, at all times. The client would be paying quite a bit to see all of you, and we wouldn't want them to be disappointed."

"So we'd be constantly watched, getting jacked off too ? screw that."Dan replied.

"I'm afraid it'd be more elaborate than that. You see, you two, would have to act…as a couple."

I was speechless, but my cock began to nip under my pants.
"No way."Dan yelled. Spitting out blood.

"well, you shot down my other options. This is your death choice."He said coolly, pulling out a side arm.

"I'm not gay."Dan said, panicking.

"I'm not asking you to be. You just need to throw sex with a guy on camera, for money. populate the life-time however you want, you'll just have to do certain things each day."

"Like ?"Dan and I asked at the Same time.

"Whatever a couple may do. Shower together, log Z's together. buss. give massages. picket shows together. Eat together. Cuddle. And, of course, fuck each other. Occasionally you might get certain demands from clients, and if they pay enough, observe them. However, everything will be paid for you. You'll have two days off a week to do as you please. Put if you run, we kill you. If at any point you seem uninterested, we give you a admonition, and then kill you if it happens again. If we don't make a lot of money, we kill you. So you estimable ca-ca it worth the client'time and money. If you refuse, we kill you. The option is yours."He finished talking and raised his gun, pointing it straight at Dan.

"When would we start ?"Dan asked, clearly giving in.

"You'll move in tonight. And the camera will depart rolling the second you're healed. Which I'd say is about a month and a half. I'd get used to the approximation before then. Agreed ?"

Dan could only deal to nod his head.

"Mitch ?"

"Sure."Was all I managed to ptyalise out, although I was secretly excited .