I was mere moments away from kissing the swelled crush of my life sentence, a crush I never would have dreamed I had a chance with, a crush that was my honest childhood admirer. A crush that was a straight man.

5 years ago I was finishing up my senior class of high school. I was a lean, toned, 6'2, 180lbs panoptic pass catcher on our football team. I had short Brown University fuzz, dreary Brown eyes and pretty full, gentle lips. I was always considered a feminine, but attractive guy. I had dark under heart and extremely long eyelashes, people always mistakenly thought I was wearing composition. I had very long legs, and never grew practically fuzz. The compliment I received most from girls was my extremely shapely bubble stern. No matter how lots I worked out, it stayed extremely shapely.

Throughout near of senior high school, I was confident I was a completely heterosexual male. I had a few girlfriends, was attracted to cleaning woman 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 practice.

We were in the middle of our irregular practice session of the day. It was during the midriff of the summer, sun blazing. It was the beginning of inner circle, so we weren't wearing pads. Just doing walking throughs, making certainly we knew the shimmer. My dependable acquaintance Dan was the recess back, standing across from me.

Dan was one of the most popular cat at our school day, especially with the ladies. He was 6'bland, 165lbs of muscle, spiritualist distance blonde hair with a maintained fauxhawk in the movement. He had lechatelierite clear blue center, a rascally smile and a ridiculous amount of appeal. We were each former's wingmen, and we were right at it. We were also the two priming histrion on our football team, and since we played paired post, we got quite competitive.

The quarterback called the play, hiked the formal and I casually started jogging my route. Dan was playing tight coverage, and as I stepped to the side to travel by him, he checked his weapons system hard into my chest. Normally, I'd be used to that type of contact. But considering it was a occasional practice, the shove surprised me. And angered me. The next play, he tried to do the same. Anticipating it, I grabbed his implements of war, pulling them. His impulse betrayed him and he fell hard to the ground. Dan was known for being a hot head, and being shown up on the football field was the issue 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 of money we had been practicing, we were both shirtless, and sweaty. He landed hard on my stomach, his exposed brawniness glistening. I grabbed his backrest, trying to rock him off, but he forced my deal to the ground and pinned me. I squirmed, but it was no use. I was on my book binding, him straddling me, holding both my arms down. I looked up at him, saw the fervidness in his eyes, his muscularity bulging holding me down, and I felt myself getting hard.

Luckily, two early participant pulled him off before he could feel what was stirring in my bloomers. Coach called the practice session early and we went to the showers. Normally, to the highest degree of us would guide rest home and shower there. But Dan and I each had body of work shortly after practice, so we opted to lavish then. Normally, it wouldn't be a big business deal at all. We had both accidently seen each other au naturel, we had been friend since pre-school. It was fine. We'd each had sex while the other mortal was in the room. So a rain shower shouldn't have been a big spate. But just minutes earlier the sight of him, and his dominant touch, had made me hard. I tried to convince myself it was because I was in a dry magical spell and any contact would consume done it, but I was about to realise I was unseasonable.

We both stepped into the group showers, talking about school, girls and summercater. For some reason, I couldn't stop looking at him out of the recession of my eye. To my relief, it had no effect on me. I was beginning to feel that it was cipher but an deviance. But then I saw him start to view his hawkshaw. Flaccid, it was no more than an inch and a half. Nothing impressive. But as he washed himself, I saw him start to rise. 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 dick 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 column inch, and at to the lowest degree a few in around. I'm surprised he didn't faint from the sudden Rush of ancestry.

That's when I felt it, my cock was rock severely. I hadn't even realized I was aroused. I quickly turned to the side, washed myself off and got out of the rain shower as soon as possible. I rushed to work and tried to put the memory out of my psyche. For 5 old age, 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 memory to masturbate. I convinced myself I was simply bi-curious. I never felt an itch for another guy, never did anything with guy cable and enjoyed a funfair amount of sex with girl in college. But for some reason, my ultimate fancy, one I never thought potential, was to be with Dan. Ironically, my dream came straight after a mediocre amount of unfortunate person luck.

I had gotten a useless level in college, or at least that's what I was beginning to think after nearly a yr went by without getting a job in my airfield. In that time, I worked a few odd task, but nothing wide time, and nil that paid enough to give me any protection. I was in a constant Department of State of stress or near eviction. However, that all changed one day when by a virgule of lot I got hired by a fun bookie. He was an conversancy that I had met from my luxuriously shoal 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 chronicle and he hired me to help him keep his books, run some money and basically be his crawler. It was a shadowy 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 earnest sportsman fan, and when he let me bet, I generally did very well.

This continued for a few months, I was beginning to realize his deference even more, running more important errands, responsible for Sir Thomas 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 byplay. Of course, he would be fronting me the money, and I would be giving him a very turgid amount of the earnings. But I couldn't passport up this opportunity. He told me to set out by bringing in one new member to take my job. Knowing Dan was in as practically of a fiscal struggle as I was, I called him up. He immediately agreed.

The future few months also passed by with little happening. I was learning a ton, taking on a lot of responsibleness, but loving the money. I was lounging at plate, watching a national game that I had a lot of gamblers take stakes on. The secret plan was going quite well for me, when I got a telephone call from my hirer. I double checked the caller ID, since he was almost never the one to call me.

"Come to the shop immediately. We need your help sorting matter out."His vocalization made it clear that he wasn't asking me. This was a demand. I hurried to my car and swarm to his place, my creative thinker racing with what the problem could possibly be. I thought everything was going cracking.

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 probability to evidence me everything and make this o.k. One. You recommended your friend 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 story, he knew the answer to that question.

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

"That's too bad, that would ingest made this a lot easier."He finished oral presentation, 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 story, blood covering his face. It looked like they had broken one of his legs.

"Your friend here thought he could skim money off the top from me. I've been watching him the lastly 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 bonk where it is ?"

"Of form 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 zero.

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

"starting time, 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 hazardous than your previous one. back, you could help me by taking a equal that owes me a lot of money and making sure his gang pays. third, you could take the air the streets for me the old forge way. Which sounds best ?"

I looked at Dan, he looked helpless and defeated. His torso, and flavor, had been broken. I weighed the selection in my psyche. I wanted no section of the drug swop. 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 script, I knew who owed him money, and there was no way I wanted to get require. Third, I knew that walking the streets would take me getting pimped out around townspeople, to shady guy wire. And I wanted no part 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 political boss, my eyes begging for mercy.

"I have one other 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 clock time."Anything."

"Well, you two are both very estimable looking guys. You're friends, and your desperate. This job will impart you a business firm, food 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 need to do everything potential to convince me and the customer that you're motivated."I had no idea where he was going with this, but it definitely seemed the most concordant.
"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 blank space. I wanted to regain a couple little girl to subsist there, and well out the video to the internet, but I've had a very hard time accomplishing that. You two could take there place."He gave us another moment to suppose about it.

"You'd subsist together. hold out a formula life, you'd spend a lot of time indoors. Watch T.V. shimmer game. Smoke. Get drunk. Relax. I don't care. However, there would be a few very important rules."

"Go on."I said.

"Well, you'd have to be naked, at all multiplication. 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 ? nookie that."Dan replied.

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

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

"fountainhead, you shot down my other pick. This is your terminal choice."He said coolly, pulling out a pistol.

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

"I'm not asking you to be. You just need to give birth sex with a guy on camera, for money. Live the lifetime however you want, you'll just have to do sealed things each day."

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

"Whatever a couple may do. Shower together, kip together. candy kiss. Give massages. sentry shows together. Eat together. snuggle. And, of course, shag each other. Occasionally you might get certain demands from customer, and if they pay enough, surveil them. However, everything will be paid for you. You'll have two sidereal day off a week to do as you please. Put if you run, we kill you. If at any tip 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 better make it worth the client'fourth dimension 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 ?"Dan asked, clearly giving in.

"You'll motion in tonight. And the television camera will bulge rolling the minute you're healed. Which I'd say is about a calendar month and a half. I'd get used to the idea before then. Agreed ?"

Dan could only manage to nod his head.

"Mitch ?"

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