I am not a Homosexual, at least I have never thought of myself as one. A friend once became very intimate with me. It started with deep kissing when no one was watching and progressed with him sneaking into my dorm room. We would spoon and kiss and eventually it got to the point where he would pull down my pajamas and masturbate between my thighs, he never once penetrated me in any way. I was very disappointed when he moved across the country and that was the end of the relationship, I never saw him again. I don't regret the experience: after all he taught me to be a really good kisser. I never experienced being sexually aroused by any other male.
I took a break from college and got a job working a ski resort near Lake Tahoe as a janitor. I considered it the best job at the resort: I got to ski all day and do my work at night; the lift operators didn't get near the amount of free skiing that I did. I got to be good friends with one of the 'Bar Tenders': I would bring him fresh ice from the machine and he would slip me a drink now and then. One night I was sitting at the end of the bar and noticed a well-groomed, well dressed, middle age guy looking me over. I was used to it, I did attract attention: I am pretty good looking and a very fit competitive swimmer. I looked good in by 'ski clothes'. I also soon noticed he was acting very drunk. My 'Bar tender' friend came over to tell me that guy wanted to talk to me. With a warning he said to be careful: that guy didn't act drunk till I came in.
He seemed friendly enough and 'funny drunk' to me and he soon asked if I would drive him home to Reno for $200 dollars, His daughter would give me a ride back. Sounded good to me, that was allot of money and I said 'sure'. We had one more drink for the road, mine was 'Virgin' of course. I guess I didn't notice he must have slipped something into mine. I started feeling a little weird as we walked to the car and by the time we got there I was barely functional. He suggested I lay down in the back seat for a moment and the next thing I was aware of was a garage with the door closed. From then on I was aware of what was happening to me but wasn't inclined to resist anything as it happened.
He and his daughter pulled me from the car and helped me through the door to a basement, windowless room, richly furnished with assorted equipment hanging on the walls. She appeared to be my age and very striking in her ski clothes. I soon found myself in the center of the room, hanging by my arms in restraints.