Marc and I have been best friends forever. Well it seems like forever. I've known him for years and we're both now 18 year old seniors in high school. We do everything together. Well mostly we hang out at his house while his parents are working, play video games, joke around, listen to music, steal a couple of his Dad's beers, occasionally hit a joint that one of us scores from somewhere, and talk about sex. Well, he talks about sex. I mostly listen and laugh and try to hide my boners.
My name is Ricky. You see, I'm gay. Or at least I think I am. I've never actually had sex. But I'm obsessed with the idea of having sex with a guy. Girls, not so much. But I am completely in the closet when it comes to my fantasies about sex with a guy. I'm terrified of being considered a faggot, or beaten up because of it. I've read about too many bad things happening to gay boys that were in the wrong place at the wrong time.
I dated a couple girls in school for a short time. But nothing about the dating experience with girls really did anything for me. I wasn't really physically attracted to them. And they just always seemed clingy and possessive. Like everything was always about them and what they wanted or needed. I don't know, let's just say I must be gay, because the whole girl thing just didn't really interest me at all.
I became aware of my sexuality at a very young age, but as I said before, I've never had sex with anyone in my 18 years of existence. So all of it is just wild fantasies fueled by my desires of having sex with a hot guy. I don't really care if I have a boyfriend or a relationship. I just want wild sex. Gay sex. And honestly I'd probably do it with any guy who showed the least bit of interest in living out my fantasies with me.
I've always had the hots for Marc, but he's so straight I'm afraid to even bring up the subject of me liking boys. We are really close, we even sleep together during sleep overs. Which is like torture to me being next to him and feeling his body heat radiate off of him. And his scent is so manly and delicious. I literally want to lick him from head to toe.
During last weeks sleepover, when I was sure he was asleep, I actually touched his cock through his underwear for the first time. He was hard as a rock. I was shaking like a leaf with the fear of getting caught. So I just quietly jerked myself off and went to sleep with a load of cum in my underwear instead of sucking his cock and making him cum like I craved doing. God I wish I had balls enough to actually do these things.
One thing I've begun to realize about my fantasies is that I never really think about someone sexually satisfying me. It's always about me doing everything I can to satisfy the guy I'm with and making him cum as many times as I can. So I guess I am what they call a submissive. All I want to do is pleasure guys. I mean I do jerk off and I love to cum, but my sexual release isn't what's important to me. My thrill is the idea of having the power to make a guy shoot his load all over the place. And I have a thing for straight guys. It's like they are untouchable. Which would make it even hotter to get to make a straight guy shoot his load.
Lately I've started putting things in my ass and pretending I'm getting fucked by a hard cock. It started with small stuff, like a sharpie, but soon I was craving bigger things in my ass. The biggest thing I've had inside me was a cucumber I stole from my Mom. It was one of those long thin ones, not the short fat kind, but it felt like a telephone pole going into my ass. And once I got over the initial pain and shock, and this thing started hitting my prostate, I was hooked. Now I not only crave sucking cock but I'm dying to get fucked by a real cock. I would love to feel a cock shooting a huge load in my ass.
So back to the story. Marc has an older brother whose name is Mike. Mike is 20.
He is a stud. He's in college and in a fraternity. He goes to the local state college so he lives at home. He made himself a bedroom in their parents basement. Nobody is allowed to go down there unless he invites them. It's a strict rule of his. It always made me wonder what he's hiding down there. And I am dying to find out. I almost snuck down there one day when he wasn't home just to look around. But I got so nervous I thought I was going to pass out and fall down the stairs. Like I said, I got no balls to actually do stuff.
So anyway, one Friday night Marc and I were hanging out. His parents were out for the evening and I was sleeping over. We had a couple beers and I had scored three joints which we had already smoked one. Weed always makes me horny and tonight was no different. Marc's brother Mike came home early, smelled the weed coming from Marc's room, barges in and says "What are you two faggots doing tonight?" He was always calling us faggots or queer boys. Which always made me blush a deep crimson because it was true about me. Marc just always laughed it off and would call him "fuck face" or some stupid shit like that.
Anyway Mike says "Hey if you two queer boys wanna share some of that weed with me, I've got some cold ones I'll give you." I looked at Marc and we were both like "Hell yeah!"
Then Mike says "Just give me 10 minutes to jump in the shower and meet me down in the basement." This was so awesome. I had never been invited into Mike's basement lair. I became very anxious and excited about finally seeing what Mike was all about.
We waited about 10 minutes then both ran down the stairs into Mike's room. This room was so fucking cool. He had a queen size bed, a couch and chair, a huge tv, a full size fridge and a pool table. A true party room if I ever saw one. I plopped down on the couch and Marc sat in the chair. A minute later Mike comes out of the shower wrapped in a towel and sits down on the couch next to me. And I don't mean just on the couch, I mean right next to me. His leg was practically touching mine. My cock immediately sprang to life.
Let me tell you a bit about Mike. He's not super tall, around 5 foot 8 or so, but his body is all muscle. He has just a little tuft of hair in the middle of his chest, and a trail of hair from his navel that travels down into his shorts. Or should I say towel. He has medium length brown hair and a bit of a light mustache that makes him look super sexy.
Mike pops open a beer and says "Help yourself pussy boys. Where's the weed? Spark it up!"
Marc jumps out of the chair and runs to the fridge grabbing us two beers. I reach into my shorts and pull out one of the two joints I have left. Mike watches me do this, then smacks me on the side of the head. Not hard, just kind of a friendly smack.
"You expect me to smoke anything that has your cock juice on it faggot?" he laughs while he says it.
"I'm sorry Mike, it's where I hide it. It wasn't anywhere near my cock. I promise."
"I'm just fucking with you little guy. Don't start crying on me now." Mike says, stroking my hair.
I spark up the joint, take a small toke and pass it to Mike. I'm a little guy. I'm only 5 foot 5 and way a whopping 120 pounds when I'm fresh out of a shower. So weed and alcohol tend to hit me easily. And hard.
Mike takes a long, hard toke. Holds it in for what seemed like forever, then exhales and starts choking like crazy. "Damn, that shit is fire!"
I just blush a little, happy that my weed made him happy. I watch him pass it to Marc, who takes a smaller toke than Mike, but bigger than mine. Meanwhile we're all sucking down some beers. It seems like Mike has a whole case in the fridge. I get up and grab another round of beers for all of us. I even open Mike's for him before I hand it to him.
"Ahhhh. You could be a good little slave I bet." Mike grins at me as he says this.
I look down at my feet and blush again at the thought of being a sex slave to Mike. Which also makes my cock go instantly hard, I'm just wearing basketball shorts. So my boner is making an obscene presence right near Mike's face.