I was mere moments away from kissing the biggest compaction of my aliveness, a crush I never would have dreamed I had a opportunity with, a jam that was my advantageously childhood protagonist. A compaction that was a straight man.

5 twelvemonth ago I was finishing up my senior year of richly schooling. I was a lean, toned, 6'2, 180lbs all-inclusive pass receiver on our football game squad. I had short brown hair, dark browned eyes and pretty broad, soft lip. I was always considered a feminine, but attractive guy. I had dark under optic and extremely long 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 girls was my extremely shapely burp fanny. No topic how a great deal I worked out, it stayed extremely shapely.

Throughout most of high gear schooling, I was convinced I was a completely heterosexual person male person. I had a few girlfriend, 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 draw to Male. That changed one day at football practice.

We were in the heart of our moment practice of the day. It was during the middle of the summer, sun blazing. It was the beginning of camp, so we weren't wearing inking pad. Just doing walk throughs, making indisputable we knew the play. My best booster 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'flat tire, 165lbs of muscle, culture medium length blonde pilus with a well-kept fauxhawk in the battlefront. He had watch crystal open blueish eyes, a devilish smile and a ridiculous amount of magical spell. We were each other's wingmen, and we were trade good at it. We were also the two undercoat thespian on our football team, and since we played opposite positions, we got quite competitive.

The quarterback called the maneuver, hiked the ball and I casually started jogging my itinerary. Dan was playing tight coverage, and as I stepped to the side to pass him, he checked his arms hard into my pectus. Normally, I'd be used to that type of contact. But considering it was a nonchalant practice, the shove surprised me. And angered me. The following play, he tried to do the Lapp. 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 headland, and being shown up on the football game field was the bit one way to set him off.

He immediately got up, ran towards me and tackled me backbreaking to the priming coat. Because of the pepperiness and quantity we had been practicing, we were both shirtless, and sweaty. He landed hard on my abdomen, his scupper sinew glistening. I grabbed his back, trying to excite him off, but he forced my helping hand to the priming coat and pinned me. I squirmed, but it was no use. I was on my backrest, him straddling me, holding both my arms down. I looked up at him, saw the fire in his eyes, his muscleman bulging holding me down, and I felt myself getting hard.

Luckily, two other thespian pulled him off before he could feel what was stirring in my bloomers. double-decker called the practice early and we went to the showers. Normally, most of us would head home and exhibitioner there. But Dan and I each had work shortly after recitation, so we opted to shower then. Normally, it wouldn't be a big deal at all. We had both accidently seen each other raw, we had been admirer since pre-school. It was fine. We'd each had sex while the other person was in the elbow room. So a shower shouldn't have been a big mickle. But just second earlier the sight of him, and his prevalent ghost, had made me hard. I tried to convince myself it was because I was in a dry enchantment and any physical contact would have done it, but I was about to earn I was wrong.

We both stepped into the radical showers, talking about school, female child and sports. For some reason, I couldn't stop consonant looking at him out of the street corner of my eye. To my relief, it had no effect on me. I was beginning to palpate that it was nothing but an aberration. But then I saw him set out to watch over his prick. Flaccid, it was no more than an in and a half. Nothing impressive. But as he washed himself, I saw him start to raise. 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 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 in around. I'm surprised he didn't faint from the sudden charge of stock.

That's when I felt it, my cock 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 exhibitioner as soon as possible. I rushed to work and prove to put the retentivity out of my mind. For 5 old age, I failed. We each went to college, graduated and had moved back to our hometown in Calif. looking for workplace. 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 urge for another guy, never did anything with guys and enjoyed a comely amount of sex with missy in college. But for some rationality, my ultimate phantasy, one I never thought possible, was to be with Dan. Ironically, my ambition came true after a fair measure of inauspicious fortune.

I had gotten a useless point in college, or at least that's what I was beginning to think after nearly a year went by without getting a job in my field. In that time, I worked a few odd Book of Job, but nothing broad time, and cypher that paid enough to dedicate me any certificate. I was in a constant United States Department of State of accent or near dispossession. However, that all changed one day when by a cam stroke of hazard I got hired by a athletics bookie. He was an acquaintanceship 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 avail him keep his Book, run some money and basically be his lackey. It was a umbrageous 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 sports fan, and when he let me bet, I generally did very well.

This continued for a few month, I was beginning to earn his respect even more, running more authoritative errands, responsible for for more money, and even being responsible for for appeal. He asked me if I wanted to bug out my own crew, being responsible for my own clients, running my own business. Of trend, 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 opportunity. He told me to depart by bringing in one new member to remove 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 months 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 domicile, watching a national game that I had a lot of gamblers take bets on. The secret plan was going quite well for me, when I got a shout from my Bos. I repeat checked the caller I.D., since he was almost never the one to call me.

"come 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 drove to his office, my creative thinker 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 prospect to severalize me everything and score 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 history, he knew the resolution to that motion.

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

"That's too bad, that would give birth made this a lot easier."He finished speaking, opened the threshold to his office and go me inside. When I walked through the door, I couldn't assistant but want to run. I saw Dan beaten on the storey, parentage covering his face. It looked like they had broken one of his stage.

"Your supporter here thought he could scan money off the top from me. I've been watching him the last 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 have sex where it is ?"

"Of line 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 concur 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 choices to avail me get the money back. They all involve you taking voice in a few of my other businesses."He let that sink in. Obviously, we preferred anything to death.

"offset, 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 speculative than your old one. Second, you could help me by taking a rival that owes me a lot of money and making sure his crew remuneration. Third, you could walk the streets for me the old fashioned way. Which sounds topper ?"

I looked at Dan, he looked helpless and defeated. His eubstance, and life, had been broken. I weighed the options in my intellect. I wanted no part of the drug trade. I had learn story of his mules and none of them lasted long before dying or getting arrested. The irregular 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 imply. one-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 conclusion.

"I, I don't know."I said helplessly. I looked at my boss, my heart 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 time."Anything."

"Well, you two are both very good looking guys. You're friends, and your desperate. This job will present you a star sign, food and a very at leisure life history. You really won't have to do anything hazardous, or even illegal. It may make you uncomfortable though. And if you take this, you would ask to do everything possible to convince me and the clients that you're motivated."I had no theme 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 twain girlfriend to survive there, and swarm the video to the cyberspace, but I've had a very hard sentence accomplishing that. You two could fill there place."He gave us another instant to think about it.

"You'd live together. Live a pattern spirit, you'd spend a lot of fourth dimension indoors. Watch T.V. Play plot. Smoke. Get drunkard. Relax. I don't care. However, there would be a few very important rules."

"Go on."I said.

"fountainhead, 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 perplex than that. You see, you two, would feature to act…as a couple."

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

"Well, you shot down my former 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 deliver sex with a guy on television camera, for money. inhabit the aliveness however you want, you'll just have to do certain things each day."

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

"Whatever a match may do. shower down together, kip together. candy kiss. give massages. Watch shows together. Eat together. Cuddle. And, of course, have sex each other. Occasionally you might get sealed demands from client, and if they pay enough, surveil them. However, everything will be paid for you. You'll have two 24-hour interval off a hebdomad to do as you please. Put if you run, we kill you. If at any point you seem uninterested, we give you a word of advice, and then kill you if it happens again. If we don't make a lot of money, we kill you. So you better piss it worth the client'time and money. If you refuse, we kill you. The option 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 television camera will start rolling the moment you're healed. Which I'd say is about a calendar month and a one-half. I'd get used to the idea before then. Agreed ?"

Dan could only supervise to nod his drumhead.

"Mitch ?"

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