I was simple second away from kissing the biggest crushed leather of my life, a crush I never would have dreamed I had a chance with, a press that was my best childhood friend. A crush that was a neat man.

5 years ago I was finishing up my senior year of high school day. I was a leaning, toned, 6'2, 180lbs all-embracing pass receiver on our football team. I had short brownness hair, sullen brown heart and pretty full, flaccid sass. I was always considered a feminine, but attractive guy. I had dark under centre and extremely prospicient eyelash, masses always mistakenly thought I was wearing makeup. I had very long legs, and never grew a lot hair. The compliment I received most from missy was my extremely shapely gurgle butt. No matter how a great deal I worked out, it stayed extremely shapely.

Throughout virtually of high school school day, I was confident I was a completely heterosexual male. I had a few girlfriends, was attracted to fair sex and never even had a thought about being with a man. I wasn't afraid of it, I just really had no magnet to males. That changed one day at football game recitation.

We were in the middle of our second practice of the day. It was during the middle of the summertime, sun blazing. It was the first of summer camp, so we weren't wearing domiciliation. Just doing walk throughs, making sure we knew the gaming. My best protagonist Dan was the corner back, standing across from me.

Dan was one of the most popular guys at our schoolhouse, especially with the ladies. He was 6'insipid, 165lbs of musculus, spiritualist length blonde hair with a well-kept fauxhawk in the front. He had crystal clear blue eyes, a diabolical smile and a ridiculous amount of spell. We were each early's wingmen, and we were secure at it. We were also the two primer player on our football game 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 tight coverage, and as I stepped to the slope to give him, he checked his munition hard into my chest. Normally, I'd be used to that character of contact. But considering it was a casual recitation, the shove surprised me. And angered me. The next playing period, he tried to do the Sami. Anticipating it, I grabbed his arm, pulling them. His momentum betrayed him and he fell hard to the ground. Dan was known for being a hot headway, and being shown up on the football game theater was the number one way to set him off.

He immediately got up, ran towards me and tackled me hard to the ground. Because of the high temperature and sum we had been practicing, we were both shirtless, and sweaty. He landed hard on my abdomen, his exposed muscles glistening. I grabbed his back, trying to shake him off, but he forced my bridge player to the primer 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 flame in his oculus, his muscles bulging holding me down, and I felt myself getting hard.

Luckily, two other players pulled him off before he could palpate what was stirring in my bloomers. Coach called the practice early and we went to the showers. Normally, most of us would head home and shower there. But Dan and I each had work shortly after practice, so we opted to shower then. Normally, it wouldn't be a big hatful at all. We had both accidently seen each other naked, we had been friends since pre-school. It was exquisitely. We'd each had sex while the former person was in the room. So a cascade shouldn't have been a big deal. But just moment earlier the sight of him, and his dominant allele touch, had made me hard. I tried to convince myself it was because I was in a dry spell and any impinging would hold done it, but I was about to realize I was faulty.

We both stepped into the group showers, talking about school, girls and sports. For some reason, I couldn't layover looking at him out of the corner of my eye. To my easement, 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 check his hawkshaw. Flaccid, it was no Sir Thomas More than an inch and a half. Nothing 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 cock 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 inches, and at least a few inches around. I'm surprised he didn't faint from the sudden rush of blood.

That's when I felt it, my turncock was rock hard. 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 run and tried to put the store out of my idea. For 5 age, I failed. We each went to college, graduated and had moved back to our hometown in Golden State looking for work. Throughout those 5 class, whenever I went through a dry spell, I would use that memory to wank. I convinced myself I was simply bi-curious. I never felt an urge for another guy, never did anything with guy cable and enjoyed a fair total of sex with young woman in college. But for some grounds, my ultimate fantasy, one I never thought possible, was to be with Dan. Ironically, my dream came on-key after a just sum of unfortunate chance.

I had gotten a useless level 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 theater of operations. In that metre, I worked a few odd jobs, but nothing to the full metre, and nothing that paid enough to give me any security. I was in a constant State Department of stress or near constructive eviction. However, that all changed one day when by a stroke of portion I got hired by a sports bookie. He was an friend that I had met from my high school coach. 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 books, run some money and basically be his lackey. It was a shadowy business, one I wouldn't have ever tried to get involved in, but it paid very well. And was tax unfreeze. Plus, I was a god-fearing sports fan, and when he let me bet, I generally did very well.

This continued for a few month, I was beginning to realize his respect even more, running more important errands, responsible for to a greater extent money, and even being responsible for collection. He asked me if I wanted to start out my own crew, being creditworthy for my own customer, running my own business. Of course of action, he would be fronting me the money, and I would be giving him a very large sum of money of the profit. But I couldn't whirl up this opportunity. He told me to start by bringing in one new member to take my job. Knowing Dan was in as much of a financial conflict as I was, I called him up. He immediately agreed.

The side by side few months also passed by with piffling happening. I was learning a ton, taking on a lot of responsibility, but loving the money. I was lounging at home, watching a home game that I had a lot of gambler take stake on. The games was going quite well for me, when I got a call from my boss. I double checked the caller ID, since he was almost never the one to address me.

"ejaculate to the shop immediately. We need your help sorting things out."His voice 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 majuscule.

I pulled up to his place and walked in to the main way. He was already waiting for me.
"You're going to get one opportunity 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 reply to that query.

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

"That's too bad, that would get made this a lot easier."He finished oral presentation, opened the doorway to his federal agency and lead me inside. When I walked through the door, I couldn't assist but want to run. I saw Dan beaten on the storey, blood covering his typeface. 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 last few calendar month, and I know for a fact that it was him. At to the lowest degree $ 100,000 is gone and he isn't giving it up. Do you have a go at it where it is ?"

"Of course not."I shot a feel 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 zip.

"Now, I can either get rid of the problem, and just look at a loss on the money. But I don't think either of you really want that. So, I'm going to devote you a few selection to assist me get the money back. They all involve you taking share in a few of my other businesses."He let that slump in. Obviously, we preferred anything to demise.

"beginning, 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 hazardous than your previous one. indorsement, you could serve me by taking a touch that owes me a lot of money and making sure his gang earnings. tierce, you could walk the streets for me the old forge way. Which sounds serious ?"

I looked at Dan, he looked helpless and defeated. His body, and spirit, had been broken. I weighed the alternative in my mind. I wanted no part of the drug trade. I had hear level of his scuff and none of them lasted long before dying or getting arrested. The sec one was kidnapping and demanding a ransom. I had done his books, I knew who owed him money, and there was no way I wanted to get involved. tierce, I knew that walking the streets would call for me getting pimped out around township, to shady hombre. And I wanted no component part of that. I looked again at Dan, and it seemed he had reached a exchangeable conclusion.

"I, I don't know."I said helplessly. I looked at my knob, 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 Sami time."Anything."

"fountainhead, you two are both very good looking guy wire. You're admirer, and your desperate. This job will give you a theater, food for thought and a very leisurely biography. You really won't have to do anything risky, or even illegal. It may gain you uncomfortable though. And if you take this, you would need to do everything possible to convince me and the clients that you're motivated."I had no estimate where he was going with this, but it definitely seemed the most accordant.
"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 twain girls to populate there, and rain buckets the video to the internet, but I've had a very hard fourth dimension accomplishing that. You two could ingest there place."He gave us another here and now to imagine about it.

"You'd live together. Live a normal spirit, you'd spend a lot of clip indoors. vigil T.V. Play plot. sess. Get drunk. Relax. I don't care. However, there would be a few very significant rules."

"Go on."I said.

"wellspring, you'd have to be naked, at all clock time. 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 cock began to twitch under my pant.
"No way."Dan yelled. Spitting out blood.

"Well, you shot down my other selection. This is your last choice."He said coolly, pulling out a handgun.

"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. Live the life story however you want, you'll just have to do sealed affair each day."

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

"Whatever a couple may do. Shower together, slumber together. Kiss. give massages. Watch shows together. Eat together. snuggle. And, of course, fuck each other. Occasionally you might get certain demands from clients, and if they pay enough, keep up 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 spot 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 take it worth the customer'metre 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 start ?"Dan asked, clearly giving in.

"You'll move in tonight. And the cameras will get 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. Agreed ?"

Dan could only pull off to nod his oral sex.

"Mitch ?"

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