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

5 twelvemonth ago I was finishing up my senior year of high school. I was a tend, toned, 6'2, 180lbs all-embracing pass receiver on our football team. I had short brown hair, non-white brown eyes and pretty full, voiced lips. I was always considered a feminine, but attractive guy. I had dark under middle and extremely long cilium, people always mistakenly thought I was wearing make-up. I had very long legs, and never grew much haircloth. The compliment I received most from girls was my extremely shapely burble butt. No matter how often I worked out, it stayed extremely shapely.

Throughout most of gamey school, I was confident I was a completely straight male. I had a few lady friend, 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 attractive feature to males. That changed one day at football game exercise.

We were in the middle of our second practice of the day. It was during the heart of the summer, sun blazing. It was the start of bivouac, so we weren't wearing inking pad. Just doing walk throughs, making sure we knew the plays. My best friend Dan was the niche back, standing across from me.

Dan was one of the most pop cat at our schoolhouse, especially with the ladies. He was 6'flat, 165lbs of sinew, spiritualist length blonde hair with a well-kept fauxhawk in the battlefront. He had crystal clear blue eyes, a devilish smiling and a nonsensical amount of magical spell. We were each other's wingmen, and we were good at it. We were also the two priming players on our football game team, and since we played opposite billet, we got quite competitory.

The quarterback called the manoeuvre, hiked the ball and I casually started jogging my route. Dan was playing pie-eyed coverage, and as I stepped to the English to pass him, he checked his arms hard into my thorax. Normally, I'd be used to that case of contact lens. But considering it was a casual practice session, the shove surprised me. And angered me. The adjacent play, he tried to do the like. Anticipating it, I grabbed his arms, pulling them. His impulse betrayed him and he fell hard to the primer. Dan was known for being a hot head, and being shown up on the football field was the number one way to set him off.

He immediately got up, ran towards me and tackled me hard to the priming coat. Because of the pepperiness and amount we had been practicing, we were both shirtless, and sweaty. He landed hard on my stomach, his scupper muscles glistening. I grabbed his back, trying to excite him off, but he forced my deal to the ground and pinned me. I squirmed, but it was no use. I was on my binding, him straddling me, holding both my blazon down. I looked up at him, saw the flaming in his eyes, his muscles bulging holding me down, and I felt myself getting hard.

Luckily, two early players pulled him off before he could palpate what was stirring in my knickers. coach-and-four called the practice early and we went to the exhibitioner. Normally, most of us would head dwelling and shower there. But Dan and I each had work shortly after drill, so we opted to shower then. Normally, it wouldn't be a big deal at all. We had both accidently seen each other au naturel, we had been protagonist 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 deal. But just minute of arc earlier the vision of him, and his prevalent touch, had made me hard. I tried to convince myself it was because I was in a dry spell and any touch would have done it, but I was about to pull in I was wrong.

We both stepped into the mathematical group cascade, talking about school, daughter and sportsman. For some reason, I couldn't stop looking at him out of the corner of my eye. To my relief, it had no effect on me. I was beginning to sense that it was nothing but an aberration. But then I saw him take off to watch his putz. Flaccid, it was no More than an inch and a half. nothing impressive. But as he washed himself, I saw him start to arise. He was obviously taking a bit 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 cock grow in his hand. Not only was he growing to an impressive length, the girth of his pecker was almost intimidating. By the meter 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 Rush of blood.

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 shower as soon as possible. I rushed to work and test 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 study. Throughout those 5 old age, whenever I went through a dry spell, I would use that memory to she-bop. I convinced myself I was simply bi-curious. I never felt an urge for another guy, never did anything with guy and enjoyed a carnival amount of sex with girls in college. But for some ground, my ultimate fantasy, one I never thought potential, was to be with Dan. Ironically, my dreaming came true after a bazaar measure of unfortunate chance.

I had gotten a useless level in college, or at least that's what I was beginning to mean after nearly a class went by without getting a job in my field of operations. In that time, I worked a few odd jobs, but null good time, and zilch that paid enough to chip in me any security department. I was in a constant state of stress or near legal ouster. However, that all changed one day when by a slash of lot I got hired by a sportswoman bookie. He was an acquaintance that I had met from my high shoal motorbus. 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 avail him observe his record, run some money and basically be his sycophant. It was a funny business, one I wouldn't have ever tried to get involved in, but it paid very well. And was tax devoid. Plus, I was a devout sports 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 authoritative errands, responsible for more than money, and even being responsible for compendium. He asked me if I wanted to start up my own crew, being responsible for my own client, running my own occupation. Of course of study, he would be fronting me the money, and I would be giving him a very large amount of the profit. But I couldn't pass up this chance. He told me to get by bringing in one new appendage to take my job. Knowing Dan was in as much of a fiscal struggle as I was, I called him up. He immediately agreed.

The next few calendar month also passed by with small happening. I was learning a ton, taking on a lot of responsibility, but loving the money. I was lounging at home, watching a national biz that I had a lot of gambler take bets on. The games was going quite well for me, when I got a birdcall from my boss. I double checked the caller-out I.D., since he was almost never the one to call me.

"come to the shop immediately. We need your aid sorting things out."His articulation made it percipient that he wasn't asking me. This was a demand. I hurried to my car and drove to his place, my mind racing with what the job could possibly be. I thought everything was going great.

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 chance to tell me everything and clear this o.k. One. You recommended your Quaker Dan, that means you're creditworthy 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 take in made this a lot easier."He finished oral presentation, opened the door to his office and moderate me inside. When I walked through the room access, I couldn't help but want to run. I saw Dan tucker out on the floor, blood covering his face. It looked like they had broken one of his leg.

"Your friend here thought he could cream off 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 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.

"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 gibe with him. Instead, I said zero.

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

"first-class honours degree, as you know Mitch, I'm involved a bit in some drug trafficking. You two would be my mule. 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 his gang pays. one-third, you could walk the streets for me the old fashioned way. Which sounds best ?"

I looked at Dan, he looked helpless and defeated. His body, and life, had been broken. I weighed the options in my mind. I wanted no portion of the drug trade. I had pick up stories of his mules 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 account book, I knew who owed him money, and there was no way I wanted to get involved. Third, I knew that walking the streets would postulate me getting pimped out around town, to shady guy rope. And I wanted no character of that. I looked again at Dan, and it seemed he had reached a similar conclusion.

"I, I don't know."I said helplessly. I looked at my hirer, my centre 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 fourth dimension."Anything."

"well, you two are both very good looking guy rope. You're friends, and your desperate. This job will give you a planetary house, nutrient and a very leisurely biography. 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 necessitate to do everything possible to convince me and the guest that you're motivated."I had no idea where he was going with this, but it definitely seemed the most conformable.
"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 place. I wanted to find a couple little girl to inhabit there, and rain buckets the video to the cyberspace, but I've had a very unvoiced time accomplishing that. You two could assume there place."He gave us another second to think about it.

"You'd live together. endure a normal life, you'd spend a lot of time indoors. lookout man T.V. gambol games. Smoke. Get drunk. Relax. I don't tending. However, there would be a few very of import rules."

"Go on."I said.

"well, you'd have to be naked, at all meter. 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 ? piece of ass that."Dan replied.

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

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

"wellspring, you shot down my former option. This is your last 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 consume sex with a guy on camera, for money. Live the life however you want, you'll just have to do certain affair each day."

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

"Whatever a couple may do. Shower together, catch some Z's together. Kiss. spring massages. Watch shows together. Eat together. Cuddle. And, of course, bang each other. Occasionally you might get sealed demands from node, and if they pay enough, follow them. However, everything will be paid for you. You'll have two daytime 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 kill you if it happens again. If we don't make a lot of money, we kill you. So you dependable make it worth the customers'time and money. If you refuse, we kill you. The pick 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 photographic camera will protrude rolling the present moment you're healed. Which I'd say is about a month and a half. I'd get used to the melodic theme before then. match ?"

Dan could only manage to nod his head.

"Mitch ?"

"Sure."Was all I managed to pitter-patter out, although I was secretly excited .