I was mere moments away from kissing the biggest press of my life, a crushed leather I never would make dreamed I had a chance with, a crush that was my substantially childhood friend. A jam that was a straight man.

5 years ago I was finishing up my senior twelvemonth of high school. I was a lean, toned, 6'2, 180lbs wide receiver on our football game team. I had unretentive brown hair, dark brownish middle and pretty full, soft lips. I was always considered a feminine, but attractive guy. I had dark under eyes and extremely longsighted eyelashes, masses always mistakenly thought I was wearing makeup. I had very long legs, and never grew much tomentum. The compliment I received most from daughter was my extremely shapely burble tooshie. No matter how much I worked out, it stayed extremely shapely.

Throughout most of high school school, I was confident I was a completely heterosexual male person. I had a few girlfriend, 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 male person. That changed one day at football practice.

We were in the eye of our bit pattern of the day. It was during the eye of the summer, sun blazing. It was the kickoff of camp, so we weren't wearing pads. Just doing walk throughs, making sure we knew the plays. My best acquaintance Dan was the corner back, standing across from me.

Dan was one of the most popular hombre at our school, especially with the ladies. He was 6'savourless, 165lbs of muscular tissue, metier length blonde hair with a well-kept fauxhawk in the front. He had crystal readable blueish eyes, a devilish smile and a absurd sum of good luck charm. We were each former's wingmen, and we were good at it. We were also the two primer players on our football game team, and since we played opposite positions, we got quite private-enterprise.

The quarterback called the shimmer, hiked the ball and I casually started jogging my path. Dan was playing pissed reportage, and as I stepped to the slope to pass him, he checked his implements of war hard into my bureau. Normally, I'd be used to that character of contact. But considering it was a perfunctory practice, the shove surprised me. And angered me. The next play, he tried to do the Sami. Anticipating it, I grabbed his implements of war, pulling them. His momentum betrayed him and he fell hard to the ground. Dan was known for being a hot head, and being shown up on the football game field was the number one way to set him off.

He immediately got up, ran towards me and tackled me arduous to the basis. Because of the hotness and amount we had been practicing, we were both shirtless, and sweaty. He landed hard on my stomach, his unwrap muscles glistening. I grabbed his back, trying to agitate him off, but he forced my hand to the ground and pinned me. I squirmed, but it was no use. I was on my backbone, him straddling me, holding both my arms down. I looked up at him, saw the fire in his center, his muscles bulging holding me down, and I felt myself getting hard.

Luckily, two other musician pulled him off before he could feel what was stirring in my pants. Coach called the pattern early and we went to the showers. Normally, most of us would head home and shower down there. But Dan and I each had work shortly after exercise, so we opted to shower then. Normally, it wouldn't be a big raft at all. We had both accidently seen each other naked, we had been friends since pre-school. It was finely. We'd each had sex while the other person was in the room. So a exhibitioner shouldn't have been a big deal. But just minutes earlier the visual sense of him, and his dominant touch, had made me hard. I tried to convince myself it was because I was in a dry spell and any physical contact would have done it, but I was about to realize I was wrong.

We both stepped into the group exhibitioner, talking about schoolhouse, girls and summercater. For some reason, I couldn't stop looking at him out of the street corner of my eye. To my easing, it had no effect on me. I was beginning to feel that it was nothing but an aberration. But then I saw him start to look out his dick. Flaccid, it was no more than than an inch and a one-half. Nothing impressive. But as he washed himself, I saw him start to grow. He was obviously taking a bit Sir Thomas More time with that area, as he thought it was just he and I. He also didn't think

I'd be watching. I watched his turncock grow in his script. Not only was he growing to an telling length, the girth of his cock was almost intimidating. By the clip he was done, he had grown to what I figured was at least 8 inches, and at to the lowest degree a few inches around. I'm surprised he didn't faint from the sudden rush of origin.

That's when I felt it, my cock was rock laborious. 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 influence and tried to put the remembering 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 work. Throughout those 5 years, whenever I went through a dry spell, I would use that remembering to jerk off. I convinced myself I was simply bi-curious. I never felt an urge for another guy, never did anything with guys and enjoyed a fair amount of sex with young lady in college. But for some intellect, my ultimate fantasy, one I never thought potential, was to be with Dan. Ironically, my dream came true after a fair amount of unfortunate portion.

I had gotten a useless degree in college, or at least that's what I was beginning to think after nearly a class went by without getting a job in my sphere. In that time, I worked a few odd jobs, but nothing fully time, and nothing that paid enough to contribute me any security. I was in a perpetual United States Department of State of stress or near eviction. However, that all changed one day when by a stroke of destiny I got hired by a mutation bookie. He was an acquaintance that I had met from my highschool schooltime coach. One day working out at the gym he approached me and asked if I was doing well post-college. I told him my level and he hired me to assist him keep his books, run some money and basically be his flunkey. It was a shadowed stage business, one I wouldn't have ever tried to get involved in, but it paid very well. And was tax relieve. Plus, I was a god-fearing summercater 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 Thomas More money, and even being responsible for solicitation. He asked me if I wanted to start my own crew, being responsible for for my own clients, running my own business. Of form, he would be fronting me the money, and I would be giving him a very expectant amount of the profit. But I couldn't pass up this chance. He told me to start by bringing in one new fellow 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 month also passed by with little happening. I was learning a ton, taking on a lot of responsibility, but loving the money. I was lounging at household, watching a national plot that I had a lot of gamblers take bets on. The game was going quite well for me, when I got a call from my boss. I two-bagger checked the telephoner I.D., since he was almost never the one to call off me.

"Come to the shop immediately. We need your aid sorting affair out."His vocalization made it clear that he wasn't asking me. This was a need. I hurried to my car and drove to his lieu, my idea racing with what the trouble could possibly be. I thought everything was going large.

I pulled up to his stead and walked in to the main room. He was already waiting for me.
"You're going to get one luck 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 account, he knew the answer to that question.

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

"That's too bad, that would make made this a lot easier."He finished speaking, opened the door to his spot and conduce me inside. When I walked through the door, I couldn't assistant but want to run. I saw Dan beaten on the level, blood covering his face. It looked like they had broken one of his ramification.

"Your admirer here thought he could skim money off the top from me. I've been watching him the hold out few months, 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 bed where it is ?"

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

"wellspring, 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 harmonise with him. Instead, I said zero.

"Now, I can either get rid of the job, and just take a deprivation on the money. But I don't think either of you really want that. So, I'm going to commit you a few choices to help me get the money back. They all involve you taking share in a few of my other businesses."He let that sink in. Obviously, we preferred anything to death.

"low gear, as you know Mitch, I'm involved a bit in some drug trafficking. You two would be my mules. However, as you know, that job is even wild than your previous one. second base, you could avail me by taking a rival that owes me a lot of money and making trusted his gang pays. Third, you could walk the streets for me the old fashioned way. Which sounds near ?"

I looked at Dan, he looked helpless and defeated. His body, and spirit, had been broken. I weighed the options in my head. I wanted no part of the drug trade. I had hear storey 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 books, I knew who owed him money, and there was no way I wanted to get involved. third, I knew that walking the streets would involve me getting pimped out around town, to shady guys. And I wanted no part of that. I looked again at Dan, and it seemed he had reached a similar termination.

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

"I have one former possibility 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 metre."Anything."

"Well, you two are both very good looking hombre. You're friends, and your desperate. This job will give you a house, food and a very leisurely life. You really won't have to do anything risky, or even illegal. It may prepare you uncomfortable though. And if you take this, you would need to do everything possible to win over me and the clients that you're motivated."I had no idea 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 a couple girls to be there, and stream the television to the cyberspace, but I've had a very hard time accomplishing that. You two could claim there place."He gave us another here and now to think about it.

"You'd alive together. populate a pattern lifespan, you'd spend a lot of metre indoors. Watch T.V. shimmer plot. Smoke. Get drunk. Relax. I don't maintenance. However, there would be a few very important rules."

"Go on."I said.

"well, you'd have to be naked, at all times. The customer 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 perplex than that. You see, you two, would feature to act…as a couple."

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

"Well, you shot down my other alternative. This is your death choice."He said coolly, pulling out a pistol.

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

"I'm not asking you to be. You just demand to have sex with a guy on photographic camera, for money. exist the life however you want, you'll just have to do sealed affair each day."

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

"Whatever a brace may do. Shower together, sleep together. Kiss. Give massages. watch shows together. Eat together. Cuddle. And, of track, roll in the hay each early. Occasionally you might get certain demands from clients, and if they pay enough, follow 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 compass point you seem uninterested, we give you a warning, and then kill you if it happens again. If we don't make a lot of money, we kill you. So you ameliorate pretend it worth the customers'metre and money. If you refuse, we kill you. The alternative 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 set out rolling the moment you're healed. Which I'd say is about a month and a half. I'd get used to the idea before then. harmonize ?"

Dan could only pull off to nod his head.

"Mitch ?"

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