I was simple instant away from kissing the biggest crush of my life, a calf love I never would have dreamed I had a opportunity with, a crush that was my best puerility friend. A infatuation that was a straightaway man.

5 years ago I was finishing up my aged class of high schooltime. I was a tend, toned, 6'2, 180lbs wide receiver on our football squad. I had short circuit brown hair, dark brown optic and pretty full, soft back talk. I was always considered a feminine, but attractive guy. I had dark under eyes and extremely long lash, multitude always mistakenly thought I was wearing makeup. I had very long legs, and never grew a good deal hair. The compliment I received most from fille was my extremely shapely bubble butt. No issue how much I worked out, it stayed extremely shapely.

Throughout well-nigh of high school, I was positive I was a completely heterosexual male. I had a few girlfriends, was attracted to women and never even had a thought about being with a man. I wasn't afraid of it, I just really had no attraction to male. That changed one day at football game pattern.

We were in the middle of our 2nd drill of the day. It was during the middle of the summer, sun blazing. It was the beginning of camp, so we weren't wearing inking pad. Just doing walk throughs, making sure we knew the plays. My best friend Dan was the street corner back, standing across from me.

Dan was one of the most popular Guy at our shoal, especially with the noblewoman. He was 6'flat, 165lbs of muscle, culture medium length blonde hair with a well-kept fauxhawk in the front. He had crystal crystallise blue oculus, a devilish smile and a ridiculous amount of charm. We were each former's wingmen, and we were good at it. We were also the two primer actor on our football team, and since we played antonym positions, we got quite competitory.

The quarterback called the romp, hiked the ball and I casually started jogging my route. Dan was playing cockeyed coverage, and as I stepped to the side to legislate him, he checked his arms hard into my chest. Normally, I'd be used to that case of contact lens. But considering it was a nonchalant practice, the shove surprised me. And angered me. The side by side maneuver, he tried to do the Lapp. Anticipating it, I grabbed his arms, pulling them. His momentum betrayed him and he fell hard to the terra firma. Dan was known for being a hot head, and being shown up on the football study was the numeral one way to set him off.

He immediately got up, ran towards me and tackled me hard to the ground. Because of the hotness and amount we had been practicing, we were both shirtless, and sweaty. He landed hard on my stomach, his discover heftiness glistening. I grabbed his back, trying to shake up 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 fervour in his oculus, his muscular tissue bulging holding me down, and I felt myself getting hard.

Luckily, two other musician pulled him off before he could finger what was stirring in my trouser. coach-and-four called the praxis early and we went to the cascade. Normally, most of us would guide home and shower there. But Dan and I each had work shortly after pattern, so we opted to shower then. Normally, it wouldn't be a big deal at all. We had both accidently seen each other naked, we had been supporter since pre-school. It was very well. We'd each had sex while the former someone was in the room. So a exhibitor shouldn't have been a big mess. But just mo earlier the slew of him, and his prevalent hint, had made me hard. I tried to win over myself it was because I was in a dry spell and any contact would have done it, but I was about to realize I was wrong.

We both stepped into the grouping showers, talking about school, girlfriend and sportsman. For some reason, I couldn't stop looking at him out of the quoin of my eye. To my reliever, it had no effect on me. I was beginning to feel that it was nothing but an aberrance. But then I saw him start to watch over his gumshoe. Flaccid, it was no More than an inch and a half. zero impressive. But as he washed himself, I saw him start to originate. He was obviously taking a bit more time with that country, as he thought it was just he and I. He also didn't think

I'd be watching. I watched his prick grow in his hand. Not only was he growing to an impressive duration, the cinch of his cock was almost intimidating. By the time he was done, he had grown to what I figured was at to the lowest degree 8 inches, and at least a few column inch around. I'm surprised he didn't faint from the sudden flush of rake.

That's when I felt it, my cock was rock voiceless. I hadn't even realized I was aroused. I quickly turned to the side, washed myself off and got out of the cascade as soon as possible. I rushed to work and seek to put the memory out of my mind. For 5 eld, I failed. We each went to college, graduated and had moved back to our hometown in California looking for body of work. Throughout those 5 geezerhood, whenever I went through a dry spell, 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 and enjoyed a average total of sex with girlfriend in college. But for some grounds, my ultimate fantasy, one I never thought possible, was to be with Dan. Ironically, my ambition came true after a fair quantity of unfortunate hazard.

I had gotten a useless degree 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 field. In that fourth dimension, I worked a few odd jobs, but cipher wax fourth dimension, and nothing that paid enough to give me any security. I was in a incessant state of strain or near eviction. However, that all changed one day when by a stroke of luck I got hired by a sports bookie. He was an acquaintance that I had met from my high school four-in-hand. 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 Quran, run some money and basically be his lackey. It was a suspect occupation, one I wouldn't have ever tried to get involved in, but it paid very well. And was tax absolve. Plus, I was a earnest sport fan, and when he let me bet, I generally did very well.

This continued for a few calendar month, I was beginning to earn his respect even more, running more authoritative errands, responsible for more money, and even being responsible for for appeal. He asked me if I wanted to take up my own work party, being creditworthy for my own client, running my own occupation. Of course, he would be fronting me the money, and I would be giving him a very large amount of the profits. But I couldn't pass up this opportunity. He told me to part by bringing in one new member to take my job. Knowing Dan was in as much of a financial struggle as I was, I called him up. He immediately agreed.

The next few calendar month also passed by with lilliputian happening. I was learning a ton, taking on a lot of duty, but loving the money. I was lounging at household, watching a national secret plan that I had a lot of gamblers take bets on. The game was going quite well for me, when I got a call option from my boss. I replicate checked the caller I.D., since he was almost never the one to bid me.

"Come to the shop class immediately. We need your assist sorting things out."His voice made it clear that he wasn't asking me. This was a requirement. I hurried to my car and drove to his place, my nous racing with what the problem could possibly be. I thought everything was going great.

I pulled up to his place and walked in to the independent room. He was already waiting for me.
"You're going to get one chance to tell me everything and make 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 resolution to that question.

"No, of class not."I said, my part wavering.

"That's too bad, that would have made this a lot easier."He finished public speaking, opened the doorway to his office and leave me inside. When I walked through the threshold, I couldn't help but want to run. I saw Dan overreach on the floor, blood covering his typeface. It looked like they had broken one of his legs.

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

"Of course not."I shot a look 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 rent a release on the money. But I don't think either of you really want that. So, I'm going to leave you a few choice to serve me get the money back. They all involve you taking division in a few of my other businesses."He let that sink 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 rival that owes me a lot of money and making sure as shooting his crew earnings. Third, you could take the air the streets for me the old fashioned way. Which sounds best ?"

I looked at Dan, he looked helpless and defeated. His physical structure, and spirit, had been broken. I weighed the selection in my brain. I wanted no part of the drug trade. I had get a line chronicle of his mule and none of them lasted long before dying or getting arrested. The second one was kidnapping and demanding a ransom money. I had done his Koran, I knew who owed him money, and there was no way I wanted to get knotty. third gear, I knew that walking the streets would necessitate me getting pimped out around town, to shady guy. And I wanted no contribution of that. I looked again at Dan, and it seemed he had reached a similar closing.

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

"I have one other possible action 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 Saami time."Anything."

"wellspring, you two are both very secure looking guys. You're protagonist, and your desperate. This job will leave you a family, food and a very easy sprightliness. You really won't have to do anything risky, or even illegal. It may urinate you uncomfortable though. And if you take this, you would need to do everything possible to convince me and the customer that you're motivated."I had no musical theme where he was going with this, but it definitely seemed the most agreeable.
"I'll do it."Dan chimed in.

"Don't speak so enthusiastically yet. You see, I have an apartment downtown that has been modified. It has cameras covering every inch of the place. I wanted to find oneself a mates miss to go there, and pelt the video to the net, but I've had a very backbreaking sentence accomplishing that. You two could take there place."He gave us another second to think about it.

"You'd bouncy together. endure a normal life, you'd spend a lot of clip indoors. Watch T.V. Play games. gage. Get rummy. Relax. I don't attention. However, there would be a few very crucial rules."

"Go on."I said.

"well, you'd have to be naked, at all times. The customers 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 ? shag that."Dan replied.

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

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

"well, you shot down my former alternative. This is your hold out choice."He said coolly, pulling out a pistol.

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

"I'm not asking you to be. You just want to have sex with a guy on camera, for money. go 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, sleep together. Kiss. springiness massages. Watch shows together. Eat together. cuddle. And, of course, fuck each other. Occasionally you might get certain demand from clients, and if they pay enough, espouse 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 warning, and then wipe out you if it happens again. If we don't make a lot of money, we kill you. So you better attain it worth the customers'time and money. If you refuse, we kill you. The choice is yours."He finished talking and raised his gun, pointing it straight at Dan.

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

"You'll motility in tonight. And the cameras will start rolling the here and now you're healed. Which I'd say is about a calendar month and a one-half. I'd get used to the idea before then. harmonise ?"

Dan could only cope to nod his headspring.

"Mitch ?"

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