A couple days after I was forced to suck a dick for the first time in my life, and to a guy old enough to be my dad no less, I was getting back to the point where I didn't relive it in my mind every minute. Maybe almost normal. I was hanging out with the guys at the mall and we were ogling and trying to talk to different girls. When that got old we decided to leave and go hang out at a buddy's house.
As we were leaving the mall a car pulls up by the curb and someone yells "Brad!"
I walk over to the car and lean down to see who it is. It's Mick.
"Hey Brad. Why don't you hop in and we'll hang out for a bit?"
"No thanks. I'm hanging with my friends." I reply.
"Oh yeah. I see them over there. Maybe they'd like to hear about how you sucked my dick 3 nights ago. I could tell them that you're a fag. Maybe they'd like to know." Mick said almost loud enough for them to hear.
"Okay. Okay. Please be quiet. I'll come with you." I felt like I had no choice. I couldn't let the guys think I was gay.
"Hey guys, I gotta go help out my dads friend. I'll meet up with you guys later."
"Okay!" they collectively shout as they walk away.
I get into Mick's car and he speeds away. I notice he has one hand on his crotch messaging it. I'm thinking maybe I just demand that he forget this whole thing or I'm going to the police.
"What's up Brad? You're quiet." Mick says.
"I was hanging out with my friends. You can't just pull up and make me do anything you want." I was feeling kinda brave for a minute.
"Okay Brad. No problem. I'll just turn around and drop you off. Oh, and while I'm there I might as well show the guys a few pics I took of you with my cock in your mouth. And as far as telling the cops, go ahead. Look at this pic of you. No one was holding you your head on my dick. You're not underage. Your word against mine!" He was stern and unfortunately I figured he was right. My buddies would know I sucked his dick, regardless of it was voluntary or not. And the cops would probably just blow it off. I was 18 now. A man I think.
"So Brad, what's it gonna be. You want me to turn around?" Mick asked almost seeming happy about it.
I thought for a few seconds, "No. We'll hang out a little bit I guess. But this is the last time!" I tell him not even believing it myself.
This time Mick drove me to his condo. He had a nice 3 bedroom 2 story condo in a really nice area. He pulled into the attached garage and shut the door behind us.
As we entered thru the door from the garage Mick said, "Brad, you need to strip. Leave your clothes on this bench," he said pointing to one of those seat with the hooks above them.