I was mere moments away from kissing the freehanded crush of my sprightliness, a crushed leather I never would have dreamed I had a chance with, a jam that was my best childhood admirer. A press that was a straight man.

5 eld ago I was finishing up my senior class of high gear schooltime. I was a lean, toned, 6'2, 180lbs full pass receiver on our football team. I had unforesightful Brown University hair, nighttime dark-brown eyes and pretty full, easy rim. I was always considered a feminine, but attractive guy. I had dark under eye and extremely longsighted eyelashes, people always mistakenly thought I was wearing composition. I had very long legs, and never grew much hair. The compliment I received most from lady friend was my extremely shapely bubble butt. No topic how much I worked out, it stayed extremely shapely.

Throughout most of gamey school day, I was confident I was a completely heterosexual person 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 person. That changed one day at football practice.

We were in the middle of our bit practice of the day. It was during the center of the summer, sun blazing. It was the commencement of camp, so we weren't wearing pads. Just doing walking throughs, making sure we knew the free rein. My intimately friend Dan was the recess back, standing across from me.

Dan was one of the most popular guy wire at our school, especially with the ladies. He was 6'categorical, 165lbs of muscle, medium duration blonde pilus with a well-kept fauxhawk in the front. He had crystal clear blue eyes, a devilish smile and a farcical amount of charm. We were each former's wingmen, and we were good at it. We were also the two fuse histrion on our football team, and since we played opposite positions, we got quite competitive.

The quarterback called the play, hiked the ball and I casually started jogging my route. Dan was playing wet insurance coverage, and as I stepped to the side to pass him, he checked his arms hard into my chest. Normally, I'd be used to that eccentric of contact. But considering it was a casual practice, the shove surprised me. And angered me. The following drama, he tried to do the Saami. Anticipating it, I grabbed his arms, 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 number one way to set him off.

He immediately got up, ran towards me and tackled me hard to the terra firma. Because of the heat and amount of money we had been practicing, we were both shirtless, and sweaty. He landed hard on my stomach, his exposed muscles glistening. I grabbed his dorsum, trying to shake him off, but he forced my handwriting to the ground and pinned me. I squirmed, but it was no use. I was on my back, him straddling me, holding both my arm down. I looked up at him, saw the ardour in his oculus, his brawniness bulging holding me down, and I felt myself getting hard.

Luckily, two other thespian pulled him off before he could sense what was stirring in my pants. autobus called the practice early and we went to the shower bath. Normally, most of us would lead nursing home and cascade there. But Dan and I each had work shortly after practice, so we opted to lavish then. Normally, it wouldn't be a big deal at all. We had both accidently seen each other au naturel, we had been friends since pre-school. It was all right. We'd each had sex while the early person was in the room. So a rain shower shouldn't have been a big deal. But just minutes earlier the slew of him, and his dominant touch, had made me hard. I tried to win over myself it was because I was in a dry spell and any inter-group communication would ingest done it, but I was about to realize I was damage.

We both stepped into the mathematical group showers, talking about school, young lady and sports. For some cause, I couldn't stop looking at him out of the recess of my eye. To my relief, it had no effect on me. I was beginning to experience that it was nothing but an aberration. But then I saw him start to observe his dick. Flaccid, it was no more than an inch and a half. Nothing impressive. But as he washed himself, I saw him take up to grow. He was obviously taking a bit 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 cock grow in his hand. Not only was he growing to an impressive length, the girth of his cock was almost intimidating. By the metre he was done, he had grown to what I figured was at least 8 inch, and at least a few column inch around. I'm surprised he didn't faint from the sudden kick of blood.

That's when I felt it, my pecker was rock tough. 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 potential. I rushed to work and tried to put the memory out of my intellect. For 5 days, I failed. We each went to college, graduated and had moved back to our hometown in CA looking for work. Throughout those 5 years, whenever I went through a dry piece, I would use that memory board to masturbate. I convinced myself I was simply bi-curious. I never felt an itch for another guy, never did anything with bozo and enjoyed a clean amount of sex with lady friend in college. But for some reason, my ultimate fantasy, one I never thought possible, was to be with Dan. Ironically, my dream came dead on target after a mediocre sum of unfortunate portion.

I had gotten a useless academic degree in college, or at least that's what I was beginning to conceive after nearly a year went by without getting a job in my field. In that time, I worked a few odd problem, but nothing full time, and nothing that paid enough to contribute me any security. I was in a ceaseless state of stress or near eviction. However, that all changed one day when by a solidus of portion I got hired by a mutant bookie. He was an acquaintanceship that I had met from my high school handler. 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 serve him stay fresh his books, run some money and basically be his lackey. It was a shady 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 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 important errands, responsible for more money, and even being responsible for compendium. He asked me if I wanted to bug out my own crew, being creditworthy for my own customer, running my own business. Of course, he would be fronting me the money, and I would be giving him a very large sum of the profit. But I couldn't pass up this opportunity. He told me to come out by bringing in one new extremity to pack my job. Knowing Dan was in as much of a financial conflict as I was, I called him up. He immediately agreed.

The next few calendar month also passed by with piffling happening. I was learning a ton, taking on a lot of province, but loving the money. I was lounging at home, watching a internal game that I had a lot of gambler take stakes on. The plot was going quite well for me, when I got a call from my boss. I double up checked the caller I.D., since he was almost never the one to call me.

"Come to the shop class immediately. We need your help sorting affair out."His voice made it exculpated that he wasn't asking me. This was a demand. I hurried to my car and drove chisel to his blank space, my mind 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 main room. He was already waiting for me.
"You're going to get one prospect to tell me everything and arrive at this o.k. One. You recommended your ally Dan, that means you're responsible for 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 reply to that interrogative.

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

"That's too bad, that would let made this a lot easier."He finished oral presentation, opened the room access to his office and conduce me inside. When I walked through the doorway, I couldn't assist but want to run. I saw Dan puzzle on the floor, rakehell covering his facial expression. 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 go 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 know where it is ?"

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

"fountainhead, 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 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 choice to help me get the money back. They all involve you taking component part in a few of my former businesses."He let that go under 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 his mob pays. third gear, you could walk the streets for me the old fashioned way. Which sounds effective ?"

I looked at Dan, he looked helpless and defeated. His trunk, and spirit, had been broken. I weighed the selection in my mind. I wanted no constituent of the drug trade. I had hear storey of his scuff and none of them lasted long before dying or getting arrested. The second one was kidnapping and demanding a ransom. I had done his record book, I knew who owed him money, and there was no way I wanted to get demand. third gear, I knew that walking the streets would need me getting pimped out around townsfolk, to shady guys. And I wanted no constituent of that. I looked again at Dan, and it seemed he had reached a similar last.

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

"I have one other possibleness 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 Saame time."Anything."

"Well, you two are both very good looking guys. You're friends, and your desperate. This job will have you a house, food and a very easygoing lifespan. You really won't have to do anything speculative, 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 client 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 flat downtown that has been modified. It has cameras covering every inch of the place. I wanted to find a couple young lady to inhabit there, and stream the video to the internet, but I've had a very surd time accomplishing that. You two could take there place."He gave us another moment to think about it.

"You'd resilient together. Live a normal life, you'd spend a lot of prison term indoors. ticker T.V. Play secret plan. smoke. Get drunk. Relax. I don't upkeep. However, there would be a few very authoritative 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 ? Fuck 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 turncock began to twitch under my trouser.
"No way."Dan yelled. Spitting out blood.

"well, you shot down my other alternative. This is your last 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 have sex with a guy on tv camera, for money. exist the life however you want, you'll just have to do sure things each day."

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

"Whatever a couple may do. Shower together, sleep together. Kiss. give massages. lookout man shows together. Eat together. Cuddle. And, of course, do it each other. Occasionally you might get certain demands from client, 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 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 customer'prison term 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 cameras will start rolling the mo you're healed. Which I'd say is about a month and a one-half. I'd get used to the idea before then. Agreed ?"

Dan could only get by to nod his head.

"Mitch ?"

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