"Think Alexa will fuck me?" Austin asks as he tunes his guitar slung across his knees. He listens intently to the notes from the strings as he watches me with a devilish smile. He likes making me squirm.
I shrug. The question doesn't require an answer. When Austin sets out to fuck someone he does it, and the person involved doesn't have much say in the matter.
Still, I'm moved to at least a token protest. "What about Patrick?" I point out.
He makes a dismissive sound. "That pussy? I'm not worried about him."
"How are you gonna get rid of him then?" I retort. "They're Siamese twins."
A big grin spreads across his face. It's the grin that never fails to give me chills and a slight quiver of apprehension in the pit of my belly, because I know exactly how his evil little mind words.
"I'm not," he announces, smirking. "You are."
I groan. I fucking knew it. "Austin, no. No more schemes."
"Come on..." With his most winning smile, he slides closer to me. I shrink back into the corner of the couch to put some distance between us but he presses his thigh right up to mine. He leans into me, staring into my eyes. Austin's eyes, light gray with a startling ring of deep blue around the edge of the iris, are dangerous weapons I'm not equipped to resist and he knows it. As he burns me with his smile a wave of dark hair falls forward and I fight the urge to reach up and push it back from his eyes. Those pink cherub lips part in a self-satisfied smile as he watches me melt into a puddle before him. My resistance is utterly gone. I'll do whatever he wants. I always do. He knows exactly how much I want him and I hate him for it at the same time my love gnaws at my stomach like a disease.
I put up more protests, struggling somewhat weakly against his will. "Every time they come over here he's stuck to Alexa like a leech. He's probably not even in to guys. What if he's totally straight? If he decides to punch me -"
"Take it easy, Will." The smile tilts as he slips his hand over my knee and slowly rubs my thigh. I don't react. If I try to push him away he'll only laugh at me. Ignoring him is my only defense. I've become rather good at it the past few years. He already has my heart - and my balls - in a death grip. I won't give him the satisfaction of wearing it on my sleeve for him to taunt me with. But still, I have to bite back a whimper as he breathes his boyish breath on my cheek while his hand strokes my thigh just above the knee, sending jolts up my leg, straight to my cock. I press my legs together, praying he won't see the bulge forming in my crotch.
"I've seen how he looks at me," Austin says softly against my ear, making me shiver. I marvel at his ego even while my hard-on throbs. How he looks at me. Always with the me. "He might be with Alexa, but the boy is curious. I can feel it. He wants a taste and you're gonna give it to him tonight."
I draw back and try to look him straight in the eye without flinching. I take his wrist in my hand and pull it off my thigh. "No, Austin," I give one last attempt to save myself. And Austin doesn't like it when I get independent. His grin gets wider and he breaks away from my grip and goes straight for my crotch. He laughs at me when he feels my erection and he rubs it lightly it, making it harder and more urgent.
"Well well, what's this?"
"Shut up." I turn red and I push at his hand but he just snickers.
"Aw c'mon, Will," he breathes in my ear. "You wanna be my wingman, don't you? It'll be fun and you know he wants to." Squeezes my dick to make no doubt who *he* was. Pulls back and leers at me, watching my face. Sometimes I just hate him so much. He knows how I feel. No matter how I try to hide it he knows.
But it's my own fault. I went down on him a couple of times a few years ago, when I was learning my sexuality and I needed sex so bad I thought I'd explode. He never reciprocated, just sat back and enjoyed it, but he figured out then he can get what he wants from me by teasing me sexually and I can't resist him. Cocky bastard.
I give in just to make him stop torturing me. "Okay, dammit," I push him away and he draws back grinning his victory. My stomach churns with the unique feeling of nausea and euphoric lust only Austin can create in me.
Patrick plays bass and Alexa is a singer. They've been over a couple of times to play with us. We're trying to get a band together and since my dad has a nice big basement, we practice at my house. Dad doesn't mind. Between work and his girlfriend he's gone most of the time anyway. He doesn't mind if we drink as long as we don't drive; he might mind us smoking pot, but he doesn't know about it.
I get up from the couch and go over behind my drums to get away from Austin and nurse my damaged heart. He doesn't care how much he stomps on it. He calls me his friend, and I suppose I am: I do anything he wants. Go along with his schemes, drive him everywhere, listen to his stories about all the girls he fucks. And if he notices me getting jealous he laughs at me and rubs it in my face. Hell. I like to think I wouldn't, but I know I'll suck his dick again if I get the chance. If he asks, I'll do it. Maybe that's why I hang around him, waiting for that moment, if it ever comes...
Alexa and Patrick get there and we jam around for awhile. I have to admit Alexa is a cute girl. She's just Austin's type. He likes them petite with small tits. Dark hair cut across her forehead in bangs, then flowing down her shoulders. And Patrick is yummy. I do like redheads, especially freckled ones. He's quite tall with an almost thin body and shy green eyes and he usually looks at the ground except when Alexa is talking; she seems to talk for both of them because he doesn't say much.
