Author's Note -- There are elements of non-consent in this story. If that type of element offends you, or is problematic, please do not read.
This is a multi-chapter series I wrote many years ago when I started writing. I rarely write anymore and have had many readers over the years contact me and ask me to re-post it. So for those old readers, and any new ones, here it is.
PROLOGUE
Okay, I admit it. I like to have sex with straight men. Actually, I like to have sex with men, period, but there is something about doing it with a heterosexual man that excites me. I used to think about it and wonder if I was just a fucked up gay boy, or if I was just fucked up. But, the more I thought about it, the more I decided to say, "fuck it". You can get yourself really screwed up by wondering about things that you just don't have the answer to! And, honestly, even if I DID know the answer to it, I don't know that I would care!
Now, I will admit that all of these.... hmmmmmm, how shall I say it.... "moments" with straight men haven't been voluntary on their part. I know that's wrong and many tell me that forced sex isn't good or pleasurable at all. I think people who say that are full of shit because I doubt they have ever forced a man to have sex before. Especially a straight man. So whadda they know? All I know is that I have done it. Many times. Sometimes the guys did something that they shouldn't have done so I blackmailed them. Other times, I just saw them and took what I wanted.
I am not asking for understanding or criticism. I just wanted to tell you about what I've done, how it felt, and the straight men who'll probably never admit they've had sex with another man.
I'm Riley James. And here are their stories.
CHAPTER ONE - Debjeet
Have you ever wanted to fuck someone so bad you could taste it?
That's how I felt about Debjeet. Debjeet Sidra. He was 27 year old, Indian, 6 foot tall, and around 200 pounds of muscle all over his arms, chest, legs, and ass. And God, that ass! That fucking tight, virgin ass. Not to mention a bulge that screamed "suck me!" whenever he wore his tight pants, which was pretty often.
And straight. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that. Debjeet is as straight as they come. So, unless he's been poking his fingers up his hole, I knew that straight boy pussy of his would be virgin. Not to mention that it would also be tight, warm, and wonderful.
Of course you're probably wondering if Debjeet is straight, how did I think I was gonna fuck him. After all, breeder boys aren't into getting their cherries popped. Then again, I didn't say that he was just gonna LET me fuck him! No, no, I can pretty much guarantee that he won't give up that fine-as-hell body and fuckable ass voluntarily. So, that means I'm gonna have to take him involuntarily. And I really don't give a shit either way because all I know is that I AM gonna fuck him!
Debjeet works for me. I manage the technical services for a large corporation and Debjeet is one of my technicians. Actually he works for one of my lower level managers but I knew who he was. I definitely remember the first time I saw him. I had finished a meeting and was coming out of a conference room when I saw a guy bent over a computer monitor, trying to attach a cable. He was in a pair of work pants but with him in that position, they were pulled up tight. And his fucking ass globes just jutted out. I mean they jutted out there so much that there was no mistaking that he had a BIG muscular ass! A nice ass. Even when he walked, you could tell he had one helluva firm tight ass. One that definitely needed some loosening up!
I walked over to where he was working.
"Having a problem?"
Debjeet turned and smiled at me. Fuck, what a smile! White, even teeth and lips that you just wanted to suck off his face when you kissed him. And definitely lips you wanted wrapped around your cock when you shoved it down his throat.
"I think I'm doin okay, thank you sir."
"You work for Bobby Reynolds, don't you?"
"Yes sir. You know Mr. Reynolds?"
Mister Reynolds. How cute! Sounds like the boy knew how to respond appropriately to his bosses. That could come in handy later, I thought.
"I hope I do. He works for me."
Debjeet looked a little surprised. "Wow, are you Mr. James?"
Mister James! I love it! I'd definitely have to make sure he knew other ways to show me the proper respect.
"Yes, I am. And you are..."
"Debjeet Sidra, sir. I just started three months ago."
"How do you like it so far?"
Debjeet started telling me how much he loved working here and how much he'd learned, blah, blah, blah. While he talked, I looked him over and found that the rest of his body was just as fine as his ass. He had to be a gym rat because his chest was huge. Even with his white company shirt on, I could see his large brown nipples clearly. The tips were pointy and were at least quarter size. Actually, they were larger than that and sat on top of some massive pecs. God I wanted to lick and chew on those nips and bite on those muscular pecs right then and there! As my gaze went farther down to his tight work pants, I saw a sizable lump where his dick was. Whether his dick was really that big or just positioned that way, it certainly sent blood rushing to my crotch! The tight pants also encased a huge pair of thighs that made my senses swim. I closed my eyes and thought about putting my head between them while I sucked his large, hard, cock and nursed the cum out of his full nuts.
"Mr. James, are you okay?"
I opened my eyes suddenly and realized Debjeet was watching me.
"Oh yeah, I'm fine, Debjeet. Just thinking about some important work I need to take care of." Like getting you outta those clothes and getting my hungry cock up that gorgeous ass of yours, I thought.
"Well, that's good! You made me nervous for a second there, sir."
"Nah, I'm fine. You go on back to your work. I didn't mean to bother you."
"Oh, no bother sir."
"Well that's good. I'll see you later then."
As Debjeet walked back to the computer he was working on, I watched the rise and fall of his sexy tight fuckable ass. Little did he know that before long that fine muthafuckin body was gonna be mine... whether he liked it or not.
Later that afternoon, I called Bobby Reynolds in and told him I wanted to review the evaluations of some of his technicians. Of course, I made sure Debjeet's 90-day evaluation was in the group and I saved him for last.
When Bobby got to Debjeet's file, he went on and on about what a good technician he was and that he was the type of person that would eventually make a good manager, etc., etc., etc. I absorbed all of this but my ears pricked up when Bobby told me he was concerned about Debjeet's personal life.
"What's the problem, Bobby?"
"Well, it's really not a problem now, but it could be eventually if he isn't careful."
"Careful about what?"
"Drugs. Some of the guys told me that he told them that he's been having a tough time with his girlfriend lately. They've been together for awhile but evidently she's been nagging him that he should be higher up than where he is."
"What's that got to do with him using drugs?"
"Well, he's gotten real friendly with Kurt, my senior technician. Do you remember him?" I nodded.
Kurt said that Debjeet asked him last week if he wanted to smoke some pot after work. Said his girlfriend was always bitching at him all the time and he smoked some joints every week or so to mellow out. Kurt warned him that it was dangerous to be smoking that shit because if he got called for a random drug test, he could lose his job. He said Debjeet looked shocked and told him he'd forgotten about the randoms. Said he also told him that he couldn't lose his job because he was still paying for damages from a car accident he had a couple of years ago. That he'd gotten behind twice before and the couple he'd hit said they'd toss him in jail if he got behind one more time. But, it makes me nervous that he'd even have that kind of poor judgment. On the other hand, if he's got a real bitchy woman, I guess I understand why he'd be tempted. But it still doesn't make me feel any better."
"Did he ever smoke the pot after talking with Kurt?"
"Not that time. Kurt said it sounded like he'd been doing it pretty frequently before, but it looks like he stopped cuz he thought he might lose his job."
I sat there quietly and thought.
"Does Debjeet know that you know about it?"
"No. I told Kurt not to say anything to him yet because he's really a good worker and I'm hoping it will work itself out. But, maybe I need to set him down and have a talk with him."
"What if he gets called in for a random?"
"Well, if he gets called, he gets called. I can't do anything about that. You know the policy. Even you can't do anything if one of the employees gets called in. All I can do is hope he doesn't get called for a while and it'll pass out of his body."
"Okay, Bobby. Thanks for going over these evaluations with me. You need me to do anything else?"
"No, everything else is fine."
Bobby left and I sat back in my chair. Evil thoughts were running through my mind. The more I thought about what Bobby told me, the more I thought about Debjeet. His smile. His chest. His cock. His... ass.
Shit, that did it. I HAD to get that ass! And now was the time to do it.
A week later, the monthly random drug checks were sent to me. Normally, when I get them, I send them to the supervisors and they have their employees report to the company infirmary. However, when it's the first time an employee is called for a drug test, then I talk to them. That way, they know what to expect since a drug test can be a little scary. Plus, I discuss with them what happens if the test scores a positive. Since Debjeet had never been called for a random drug test before, I had him report to my office, like I would any first-timer. The only difference was that Debjeet actually hadn't been called for the test. But he didn't need to know that.
When Debjeet walked in my office, I was sitting behind my desk doing some paperwork. I looked up as he walked in and felt the heat rush to my crotch! His shirt was sweaty and stuck to his chest. You could even see a tank top under his white company shirt. But that did nothing but emphasize his massive chest. He was wearing some older jeans but they looked like they were molded to his muscular legs. And his cock. That fucking cock! It was gonna be interesting to see if it really was as big as it appeared to be in his pants. He stood there a minute while I finished writing and finally said, "You wanted to see me, Mr. James?"
"Yes, Debjeet, sit down. Looks like you've been working hard today."
"Not really, sir. We've just been working in the telecom room in the basement and it's pretty hot down there."
"Oh yeah, it's hot as hell down there."
"Yessir, it is."
"Debjeet... does everyone call you Debjeet?"
"Most people do, sir. My nickname is DJ and some call me that."
"I see. Okay. Well... DJ, I called you in because you've been called up to do a random drug test. Our company's drug policy calls for all employees to be tested randomly. You haven't been called for one before, have you?"
When I said "random drug test", you could see Debjeet's face change. His eyes narrowed, he looked down, then back up and swallowed. Yep, this was one nervous puppy.
"Uh... no sir, I haven't."
"I didn't think so. I normally talk to the employees the first time they get called so they won't be nervous. It's pretty routine but I wanted to let you know what will happen and what to do if your results come back positive."
I started going over what the procedure was like, who he'd see, and the more I talked, the more Debjeet fidgeted. After a few minutes watching him squirm, I stopped abruptly.
"DJ, are you okay? You look nervous." Fuck, I'll bet he was nervous! And probably scared shitless!
