"What the hell...is this?" The moment I walked in, my best friend Jackson started staring at me dismayingly. He was pointing at the LCD TV on my living room, sitting on the couch placed direct opposite to it.
"What's wr-" The scene I saw destroyed the composure I needed to complete my sentence. There was a footage playing, footage of two naked people participating in the holy sport of animals on heat, also known as sex. The problem was that I knew both the actor and actress of this 'even someone with a turkey's mind could tell this is shooted secretly' video. The woman eagerly mouthing the thick and hard material in front of her with lots of slurping noises was my bestie Jackson's ex girlfriend. They broke up a month ago, after he found out she cheated on him and her partner being Jackson's own brother didn't really help. After such a heartbreak, watching the footage before him must be extremely painful for Jackson, since the man grabbing her hair tightly to force his tool in her mouth was no one else but Jackson himself.
Even in such a situation, I was without a doubt a healthy, horny young man. Seeing the boy I grew up with losing it over the entertainment he's going through made me rock hard. And that would obviously make the situation even worse. That boy was looking at me with the non-disappearing terrified look on his face.
"What is this fucking clip doing here Parley?" Jackson yelled at me, once again making me realize how confused I am about the situation.
"I-I don't know." I tried to give an explanation but nothing proper came out. "I never saw this before."
"Sure. You said you needed to use WC the moment I came over and when I turn on the TV suddenly there's this shit. So very much convincing." He stood up from the couch furiously and grabbed me by my collar.
"I really don't know anything about it." My voice was trembling slightly as I was getting more and more timid. Sure we had countless quarrels when we were little but grown up us never had physical fights. That's why Jackson losing control made me taken aback, but even worse was that it wasn't successful in making my hard on go away, on the contrary it was encouraging it.
Not listening to a word I say, Jackson threw me at the couch.
"Wait Jackson calm dow-" Just when I was about to get up Jackson stepped on my crotch with his right foot. He was wearing white crew socks under the workout shorts that put his lower body muscles on show. Having no time to wear a perplexed expression, the force in my arousal was making me burn with desire. So much that I nearly forgot about the reason I was in that situation, until the source of my pleasure reminded it.
"All these years checking me out in every chance you got, and on top of that you were using my breakup sex to get off?" He started moving the foot caressing my bulge lightly as he spoke.
"It's not...like t-that" I have been trying to not moan in a loud voice but my unsuccessful response ended up not being any different.
As he heard that, Jackson started to get his face, which he had a glint of malevolence on, close to me and gripped my face with a single hand. His hand blocking me from speaking was so forceful that I could feel the pain throughout my whole head. However, the alluring 2 eyes a breath away from me were commanding me to not resist. His nose, lips, cheeks; everything about him was controlling me.
The hush of silence was soon shuttered by Jackson. "Listen, you little fucker. This sloppy mouth of yours isn't allowed to sound a single word until I tell you to, got it? "
My attempts to nod was in vain, in the end his strong grip of my face only left me with the choice of winking to reply his order. As soon as he made sure I was obeying him just well, he let both my face and crotch go, took a step back and suddenly, without a single warning, started taking his shirt off. His well toned upper body muscles I've seen myriad times still had me drooling thirstily like the first time, and I was more desperate than ever. Because I was already yearning for his sensation on my face and dick. It was only a few seconds ago but losing his touch made me feel unbearably incomplete and miserable.
He didn't wait long enough for me to calm down even a bit. This time he started taking off his shorts slowly. As he was lowering his shorts my heart started to bump wildly, he wasn't wearing any underwear. Just a little bit more and I would be finding out how his semi-hard cock looks raw, not through the shorts. And at that moment Jackson suddenly stopped, leaving me in agony.
"One sentence." He spoke in an inviting tone. "I let you speak one single sentence."
It was this moment when I finally got a grasp on the situation I was in. What was happening and what was going to happen if I didn't realize to it. That's why, that's exactly why I chose to not realize, to not rebel.
"Fuck me" I begged. "Please."
"If you insist." Jackson smirked as he grabbed my head and buried my face on his privates. The shorts was still there, blocking me from feeling his tool directly. However, it wasn't going to stop me from utilizing my tongue. I was licking every bit of his manhood via the shorts in no time, making it harder and harder. Soon the shorts became visibly wet, making the shape of the cock easily recognizable. By the time it felt like it could explode any time, Jackson pushed my head away and pulled my chin up adequately.
"Open your mouth." He ordered in a crude manner, swiftly. I got the impression it was going to start for real when he spat inside as I was all ears, ready for any upcoming orders.