I was so happy with my life. I was ending the weekend with my lover in the Smokey Mountains. He rented a cabin with a wonderful view. We hardly left the cabin. We made love in every room. This was the weekend I longed for. Steve told his wife he was going to a sales conference. He called me and said she wouldn't be able to go and he had arranged it where I could go if I wanted too. This weekend was absolutely heaven.
Steve had gone to the meetings Friday and was going back this afternoon just to get his credentials stamped. I was in the shower when I heard a noise in the living room. I thought that Steve must have forgotten something. I slipped my pink silk robe back on and opened the bathroom door.
"Uuugh," I gasped. I started to shut the door but the big hand stopped the door from closing. It was my best friend, Jason, Steve's son.
"What the hell are you doing dressed like that?" he screamed at me. "Shit! Shit! Shit! Damnit! Mom said he was fucking around on her with someone. Don't tell he is queer too." He shouted.
"J-Jas---Jason let me explain." I stuttered.
"Hell, Ray there ain't shit to explain! My dad is a fucking queer and he is fucking my best friend!"
I didn't know what to say. I sat down on the edge of the hot tub and just looked at the ground. I had probably just ruined the lives of some of the people I cared most about.
Jason turned and left me there. I was crying. Why did this have to happen to me? I should have turned Steve down the first time we were alone. But I wanted him. I had lusted for him since I was sixteen. Now, I was finally getting what I wanted. I knew Steve would never leave his wife and two wonderful kids. I did know how to please him and he was a wonderful lover. That was all I wanted to be his lover. Now I probably ruined that and the great friendship Jason and I had. We have been best friends since junior high school. I was able to make through high school because of our friendship. He was like a big brother to me. He would stand up for me whenever I needed him to.
"Ray, come here. Let's talk." He called me from the bedroom.
I walked into the bedroom. Jason was standing and motioned me to sit on the edge of the bed. I tried to cover myself. But there wasn't enough material to make a difference.
"How long has this been going on?"
"Almost 2 years."
"Are you gay?" he asked staring a hole through my eyes.
"I, I, I, yes. I love your father." I stammered
"SHUT the fuck up. You don't love my father you little fucking queer." As he said this he walked towards me and grabbed my right arm. I raised my left arm to keep from getting hit. I was too late the back of his hand landed hard on the side of my head. I fell back on the bed. My world was spinning. I was falling in and out of reality. What was happening to me? I finally cleared my head. Jason was standing over me but something was different he didn't look the same. I closed my eyes and when I reopened them I knew what was different. Jason was standing next to the bed. He was naked. His 7-inch cock was swinging between his legs as he walked towards me.
"What are you doing? Jason, Jason. Don't do this." I cried.
"Oh yes, we are going to do this or I am going to have to tell everyone about you and my dad. So get over here and suck my cock, SLUT!"
I lay there thinking. There was no way I was going to be forced to suck his cock.
"Get over here now!" He shouted as he grabbed me by the hair and pushed me on the floor. Still pulling on my hair he pulled me up to his cock.
"Suck it Bitch, show me what daddy likes about you. You little cocksucking faggot" He ordered.