As odd as it may seem, this was my own personal experience, which altered a great many things in my life. Set in December of 2008, toward the end of the first semester in college.
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It was only supposed to have been a kiss. A single kiss recorded to spite his girlfriend, who annoyed him to no end. The group of friends had been sitting in that Waffle House late on a Friday night when, during the conversation, Abby had told James, "Two men together is repulsive."
"Really? And yet you expect me to just allow you to sleep with any woman you wish? That's fucking rich." He'd spat. It wasn't even that he disagreed; it's just that he loathed hypocrisy. It didn't help that she'd said it loud enough for their friend Donny, who was gay though you'd never have known it to look at him, to hear as he was heading outside for a smoke.
"Wow, that's fucked up." Sarah piped up as she followed him out into the chilly night with a Camel flapping between her lips.
James watched as they left, a familiar pang of desire for the thin tomboy welling up in him alongside the disgust for Abby. Everyone else in the group had gone silent, waiting for Abby's response. She'd simply rolled her eyes and sighed.
"Whatever, I need a cigarette." He mumbled as he rose to follow his friends.
"Me too. Mind if I join you?" She'd asked.
"Yeah. I fucking do." He spat, storming outside.
He saw them sitting in Donnie's SUV to hide from the cold and beelined for it. They both greeted him as he entered the back seat where Donnie sat, while Sarah sat in the front, facing toward them with her back against the dash. "Sorry about that, man." James offered.
"Fucking hell." Sarah added as she exhaled smoke.
"It's fine." He answered. He sat relaxed, his arm out the window as he leaned back, his fitted jeans tight against his spread legs, his button-up slightly wrinkled as always. Donnie certainly gave off a devil-may-care vibe, which only helped his staggering charisma, and now was no different.
"I'm not going to make excuses, but you know how she is. It's not an excuse for her to be a fucking hypocrite."
"Yeah, I get you. She's getting fat anyway. It doesn't help that her personality is the equivalent of nails on a fucking chalkboard. Why exactly are you still with her? Because half the time it seems like you fucking hate the cunt."
James chuckled darkly, "Hammer on the fucking head, man. I don't know. Sex, I guess. That's really all we are at this point, even though she's hinting at marriage for some goddamn reason."
"Jesus..." Donnie hissed with a head shake.
The three of them spoke for a few minutes before Sarah turned to him and asked, "You really gonna let her say shit like that about your friends?"
He shook his head, "Fuck no. I'll make sure she's put to shame for it."
"What did you have in mind?" She asked curiously.
"I don't know. Some shit she'll hate. something that will strike her to the core. Just got to figure out what."
The silence stretched several moments before Sarah's lips cracked into a slow smile. "I have an idea... if you really want to piss her off."
"I'm listening."
"Give her a taste of her own medicine."
His heart skipped a beat. "How? What? You want to fuck me to get back at her?" He made it sound like a joke to avoid any awkwardness.
"Ha ha. No," she scrolled through her music before looking up at each of the men in turn. Donnie wore a knowing smile while James looked slightly lost. "Make out with Donnie. And let me record it. I can text her the video after."
"I'm in," Donnie rumbled.
"What? I'm not gay." James exclaimed.
"So?" Donnie asked.
"So? I'm not attracted to men. I donn't want to kiss you."
"I'm not asking you to marry me, dude. I'm asking you to kiss me for five seconds while Sarah films it. Big fucking deal. And then she will be absolutely humiliated."
He thought about it for several seconds before nodding at both of them. "Fine. Fuck it."
"Oooookay!" Sarah exclaimed as she put on Kittie's 'Do You Think I'm a Whore,' turned the cabin lights on, and prepared to record. "Ready when you are."
"Ready," James swallowed as he turned to face Donnie. He hadn't known what to expect, but it wasn't the sudden rough hand on his cheek or the assertiveness of Donnie as their lips crashed together. His stomach dropped in revulsion for just a moment before he began to take stock of the experience. It was strange feeling such a strong jaw and stubble against him, the forcefulness of it all sending his heart into overdrive. He was so stunned by it that he just sat there as their lips worked together. Then Donnie slid his tongue into his mouth, and he couldn't stop the small groan he made. That was when his brain caught up with the situation. He began kissing back, pushing into Donnie's mouth, his tongue scraping over stubble before clashing with the other man's.
He felt Donnie move, heard him moan as his hand came to rest on his thigh, squeezing and kneading it while their tongues dueled. He didn't realize how close Donnie had gotten until the other man sat up, and suddenly James was forced back. A hand landed on his opposite thigh, the other gripping his shirt as Donnie moved into him. Instead of pushing away, he felt his arm wrap around his friend's neck while the other planted itself firmly on his chest. Somewhere behind the pounding rhythm of the nü metal and the blood seeming to pound in his ears, he heard snippets of Sarah saying something about, "Goddamn... fucking... you were right... hot..." He honestly didn't give a shit in the moment.
He felt Donnie start to pull back, and he found himself following, wanting to keep their tongues entangled. Donnie pulled completely away, and James felt his heart slam into his chest. The reality of what just happened started to crash down on him--how much he liked it. Before he could say anything, Donnie kissed him again, slower this time. His hands slid up from his thighs to cup his face. Was this really happening? What was he doing? They had the footage so he could stop now, so why was he continuing? He felt the scratch of stubble on his neck as the other man's lips trailed down to his neck, and cologne filled his nostrils. He exhaled with pleasure loud enough to hear over the music, which Sarah had now turned down to better hear the two men's lips and James's soft moans as he nearly writhed against his friend's ministrations.
Donnie continued to kiss and suck his neck for several seconds, slowly moving toward his ear, where he gave a slight nip before whispering, "Fuck, this is making me hard."
James groaned, "I'm not gay."
"Well, lucky for you, I don't like gay men. Do you want to stop?" Donnie whispered, their lips nearly touching.
James shook his head. Glancing over at Sarah, who still held the camera with one hand while the other was sliding down into her pants.
William Control's 'Beautiful Loser' began to play its dark synth tones. Donnie kissed him again, this time taking his time to taste and explore every inch of James' mouth, occasionally stopping to bite or suck on his lower lip. James felt his pulse race as he moaned into the other man's mouth. His hands gripped the other man's shirt while his friend continued to nibble and suck his neck, then up his chin and along his jaw. He'd never been kissed like this before, never been so thoroughly taken over by someone else. Never having felt possessed by another, he'd never been put in a feminine role before. He found that he liked it. Sure, he'd fantasized about being with a man off and on for years, but he'd always assumed that all men had those thoughts and it was simply something they didn't talk about.
"Fuck, you're hot." Donnie groaned as his hands ran through James's hair, gently gripping it. The younger man moaned as his friend pulled his head back and began kissing his neck once more, trailing kisses across his shoulder, sliding the open V-neck of his shirt over as he did so, sucking and biting before working his way back up to James's lips. This time when their tongues clashed, it was James who aggressively pushed forward; he wanted to be tasted and explored. He wanted to be taken.
"Oh shit, James..." he heard Sarah say as he slid a hand up Donnie's thigh. He stopped when he felt the hard length in Donnie's pants, not realizing what it was until he felt it. His stomach dropped.
"Fuck!" He exclaimed, pushing away from Donnie as he gasped for air. His entire body felt hot as though he were suddenly drenched in sweat. He felt out of breath, almost nauseous.
"What's wrong? Do you want me to stop?" Donnie asked as he gently placed a hand on the other man's neck.
He nodded, "Yeah... fuck, man, I'm not gay. I don't know what the fuck just happened. I thought I did, but I'm not into men. That was too much."
Donnie leaned in and gave him a soft kiss. "It's okay."
He couldn't deny that the kiss was pleasurable. He also couldn't deny that he felt the cold wetness of precum, which clung to his boxers on his thigh as he shifted. The sickness went away as quickly as it had come, and he once again placed his hand on the hard rod that strained beneath his jeans before slowly running his hand back and forth along its length.
"Fuck, man." He mumbled, glancing at Sarah, who still recorded, her other wrist slowly rotating just above the waistline of her unbuttoned jeans.
