"I'm really creaming you Declin," Evan says, hammering the buttons on his controller.
It's another quiet evening, I sit on the couch while Evan is sprawled out on the floor. The two of us have been spending our afternoons this way since spring break; with senior year basically over and both of us finally eighteen, we have nothing to do but pass time and wait for summer when we both will inevitably get jobs.
Evan's basement has that smell that his mom says only comes from boys hanging out for too long in an enclosed space, not that either one of us notices or cares. I'm trying my hardest not to lose another game of Call of Duty, but my anger is taking over and I'm just button mashing at this point.
"Come on man," I say as I die again, "you're just getting lucky."
"Sounds like something a loser would say," Evan laughs.
"Whatever, I'm bored now. Let's watch something."
Evan flicks the TV to cable and moves to the couch next to me. He's skinny, maybe 140 pounds, but he's toned from being on the baseball team; when he scratches his blonde head, I can see his triceps pushing against his shirt. The TV is showing some 80s movie, a prom scene, and the characters are all wearing ridiculous outfits. These two guys kiss, and the one guy gets mad. The other pulls him aside and tries to convince him that she was a woman pretending to be a guy the whole time. But he doesn't believe her, so she rips open her shirt to prove it.
"Shit dude, looks at her tits," Evan says with a sharp laugh. He adjusts his grey sweatpants and points at the screen. "The 80s really didn't give a shit."
"Yeah," I say mildly, still kind of pissed but trying not to let it show. Evan is the kind of guy who will push your buttons past what's funny, so I've learned to keep things to myself if I don't want him railing on me for hours.
"Too bad the whole school thinks he's gay now, haha. Bitch really didn't think about that did she?"
"Who fucking cares anyway," I say. "Can you see if South Park is on?"
"What man, are you gay or something?" Evan says, looking at me.
"No, Evan," I roll my eyes, "I just don't care, change the channel."
"Aw," Evan whines in a girly voice, "poor little Declin is sad she was a hot chick when he'd rather see her raging boner."
"Shut the fuck up dude."
"Getting turned on by my deep voice?" Evan pitches his voice low and wiggles his eyebrows.
I just frown at the TV as the movie plays on; I know it's better to not respond to him so I keep my mouth shut.
He scoots closer to me and laughs "What about this, huh? This make you hot?" He slaps his hand on my dick and squeezes. I grimace but keep my eyes glued to the screen. "How about this," he says as he plunks down to the floor. He digs his fingers into the inside of my upper thighs and looks up into my face with a devilish smirk. "What if I sucked your dick? Would you cum?"
"Stop," I say, shoving his hands off me.
"Aw, you getting a boner?" Evan cackles, "Here lemme take care of that for ya."
"No I'm not."
He dives for my belt buckle and starts undoing it, laughing the whole time. I snatch his wrists and try to pry him off me but his arm strength is greater than mine.
"What the fuck are you doing?" I shout as we wrestle, "Is this some kind of sick joke guys on the team play on people?" I laugh nervously but he's already gotten through my belt and is working on the button of my jeans. "I said stop." I manage to push him off me but he scrambles onto my lap and straddles my legs, using his weight to trap my left hand and pinning my right with his left.
"How about this??" I gasp as Evan shoves his hand down my underwear and grabs my dick. I can feel his hot fingers wrap around it, his face inches away from mine. My head rolls back and I stare at the ceiling. "Shit, I can feel you getting hard... you really must be gay." He laughs again, his breath hot on my chin. "Guess I gotta give the gayboy what he wants."
