This story is graphic! If gay sex, public sex or forced sexual situations offend you please do not read this story. ***Spoiler*** this story is about forced gay sex in public. All the names are name up.
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Nicks Story
"I wasn't gay!"
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"NO seriously I wasn't."
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"I'm not gay now!"
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"This is a big miss understanding."
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"Look Sir this is what happened..."
Tyler and I were going to be late for practice, not that we are star players or anything but we had been late before so we decided to split a ride share together.
"At this rate I could have just biked." Tyler was getting upset but I knew he wouldn't leave me behind to look like an idiot.
He was my dorm-mate, teammate, fraternity brother and best-friend from second grade. We were closer than most but nothing weird I swear to God.
"Come on you know I don't have a bike and the gym is on the other side of campus, there is no way," I leaned over to look at his phone.
"She is here," Tyler and I did a double take. "In a fuck'in little car." I had known Ty long enough to know a "this is your fucking fault" face.
I awkwardly looked at my phone, I had a few text.
[Just now] Johnathan: dude coach is pissed AF!
[2:33 pm] Sahara Big @$$: Asshole! >:O
[2:30 pm] Jessica Drunk at club 5: Not showing up for our date? ;'(
[8:35 am] Mom: Please call! your father is sick you haven't returned any of my vm. You know we...
[3:05 am] Jessica Black jessica: U have my panties creep!
[12:00 am] (555) 555-5555: sav my number Rachael :x
I pretended to answer some text while we got into the car. It was a REAL squeeze because as you can see we are both really big guys. Tyler is at least 6'6" and I'm 6' 4" we both have beefy corn fed builds. I would say I am more muscular and tone than Tyler. I mean I don't fuck around at the gym I am a beast, I have a 6 pack!
Ty wouldn't talk to me the whole ride and by the time we got to the football stadium every one was already geared up to practice. We were only a few minutes late but the coach pulled Tyler aside. I didn't think anything of it so I just got my shit on and got out there on the field.
I was running and this asshole, Tyler, comes out of nowhere and starts shit with me.
"What the literal fuck!" he exclaimed.
"What the literal fuck you bro!" I replied. "Fuck."
"Guess what asshole we are benched this semester," Tyler was mad but I had no idea what was coming. Had I known I would have just let it go.
"Its my fault you suck?" as it turned out that maybe wasn't the right thing to say.
-A split second later!-
Tyler and I were yelling on the 40 yard line until we heard the coaches air-horn blow. "Gat'damn it!" He was mad too. Again if I had known how mad I would have just let it go.
"What's the deal benching us we are the best players on your team!" I asked nicely.
"NO!" Coach was like I said really mad, "Tyler is the best player on the team and would be quarterback if he would run with the right crowd and let your pot-smoking, clap-catching, party-crashing ass go but he has too much character and that is the ONLY thing that keeps you on the team at all.
"Your a fucking asshole," I wasn't gonna cry but maybe mist a bit from the eyes. I was humiliated this guy humiliated me. By the time he got done bitching me out everyone had already had time to casually move their training efforts within earshot. I had no choice but to walk away real indignant like. "Well fuck this shit!"
"Nick wait!" Tyler was not mad anymore but I didn't need or want his sympathy. I waked back to the dorm and got blazed, that's just weed. I passed out.
I woke up at 11pm in my dorm.
"Hey dude shower and get some clothes on you stink," it was total dickhead Tyler.
"What do you want?" I asked.
"Besides you off the sofa stinking up the common room?"
"Come off it, WHAT?!"
"Well asshole," he rolled me onto the floor. I hit the floor with a thud. I was about to knock him in the fucking face but he said-
"I'm going to Club Trap you coming?!"
"Yeah," I loved Trap! Trap is a hip-hop club. I don't go for the music I go for the parking lot. You just can't find good weed on campus. Club Trap is really far you have to take State Line road.
"My girlfriend is going to let me borrow her intrepid," I could tell Tyler wasn't as trilled as I was, I had only gotten him to try weed twice once in High-school and once Freshman year. He likes to be in control. Not that I'm not in control when I smoke. I'm in total control.
The car ride was nice we talked about the good old days and that one time when I dared him to pee on an electric bug zapper. The club was really crowded so I basically just started asking around Tyler waited in the car. I came back with some weed and gave Tyler his change, well most of it.
I hopped in and we started to drive back across State Line Road.
"Man don't light that up in here."
"I wasn't going to light this up in here," I thought about it for a second. "Well NOW I want to."
"Dude." Tyler tried to stop me but it was already too late. I was lighting up.
"Ahh man this is some really good shit." I was getting baked in the car and on the long ride home Ty started getting baked too from contact high in the closed off space.
"Man I'm getting high too pass it over." It was only the 3rd time I got him to try.
After we smoked we started to talk about stupid shit.
"Do you remember Destiny's Child?"
"Do you think Doctor who fucked aliens".
"He is an alien."
"E.T. Lives in the Star Wars movie, I mean universe."
"You got that off facebook. I'm hungry".
Well everything was normal at first but after a minute or 10 or 15 or so things started to get really weird. I thought I saw a huge dinosaur crossing the road then my heart started to speed up.
"OH fuck," I shouldn't have said that because I guess Tyler was having the same issue but was trying to hold it down a bit.
"What the fuck is going on!" He jammed on the breaks and we went off the road.
When you are already fucked up totally, going off the road can be really traumatic so I guess I was a bit unempathetic to my friends feelings on the matter of smoking bad weed. "Cool the fuck out! Fuck."
"Me cool the fuck out, this is on you, we're on fucking PCPs or something we are gonna die!"
I was starting to feel really aggressive myself, like someone had put Purgahol in my weed. Yeah Purgahol for sure, I know it wasn't good but I could feel myself not caring. I just wanted to beat the shit out of my best friend. I hurriedly got out of the car and in a hot second I was opening the drivers side door. I was just about to pull him out but he jumped at me. He was crazied with red eyes bloodshot eyes and sweat glistening off his face and neck. I didn't care. Me and him were tumbling. I guess that Purgahol made us angry.
After a good roll in the ground I calmed down. I guess we had worked most of it out of our system. Even Tyler started to go easy on me. When he started talking shit I knew the Purgahol had worn off but why wasn't he stopping? At this point he was pinning me over and over.
"Dude stop get control," I begged him.
"I am in control for the first time!" He replied in such as way that maybe showed some aggravation.
Okay...
"You keep fucking things up for me!" He continued, "Ever sense we were kids you always fuck things up and have me sticking up for you, you got me kicked off the team, you got smoke in my girls car and now she is gonna break up with me!"