I’m Not Gay But

I'm Not Gay But (bi)

I knew what I was getting into with Lexy before I got involved. I just didn't think it through.

Well, let me back up. I'm no homophobe. I have gay friends, well I would except that I only knew one gay guy, that guy is my college buddy John. He was my tutor to help me with my dyslexia.

John wanted to introduce me to a wilder side. It's not that he wanted me to be gay - he had a boyfriend. He just wanted me to see the other side.

So he took me to a club downtown that was wild and out there. Of course it was a gay club. I think I was the only straight man there.

The place was crazy; people dressed in what only could be described as costumes: loud and gaudy with lots of sparkles and bits of inappropriate exposed flesh. Then there were the drag queens. And the unhidden drug selling and drug use. Plenty of weirdos with weird hankies as well as plenty of very regular guys too.

While we were there lots of guys hit on me and others just made eyes at me from across the room. I wasn't interested. I wondered if I ever could be but each and every single man without exception was uninteresting to me while lots of women were. Even the easy promiscuous sex I witnessed in the men's room held no appeal.

This scene is where I met Lexi. She was sitting with John's group and I ended up sitting next to her at some point. She is what is called a fag hag: a straight woman who enjoys hanging out with gay men.

But there was a dark side to that which I was to learn much later. Friend's don't do to friend's what she would later do to me. The experience changed me.

We were friends for months until we were friends who had sex with each other. And boy was she good in bed! With few boundaries and an adventurous spirit we tried everything straight people could do. She wasn't coordinated or agile but she made up for it by letting me put my cock wherever I wanted and being the most outrageously creative kinkster.

I'm not saying she didn't push the envelope too far at times. Once she told me she wanted to pretend to have gay sex so I wore women's lingerie and we "tribbed" which means rubbing our "pussies" together. It worked for her but my dick was confined and didn't really get stimulated enough for me to cum.

Another time she flirted with gay sex was when she wore a strap-on and took the role of the top. In turn, I "fellated" her and was pegged and generally pretended to be totally enamored by her "cock." It was a purple latex dong so it never felt real to me and I was really just acting.

Then she started asking about FMF and MFM threesomes. We talked in depth about what might happen and she put me at ease by making it clear that these did not include gay activity. Gay threesomes, she said, were the FFM and the MMF ones.

So when our first threesome was arranged she texted me with details over the course of a week. It was with a mutual acquiescence named Tiffany who was into it. Tiffany was hot as a tot so I had no objection.

When we finally met for the event it was awkward but once the ice was broken and the alcohol was imbibed we were all ready. It turned out to be a pretty standard collection of sexual activities that we tried out. Lots of groping and sucking and fucking.

We never did it again with Tiffany because as it turned out she had a crush on me and only wanted a way into my life. Of course I enjoyed her body, curvy where Lexi was muscular, jiggly where Lexi was firm, and possessing the kind of full hips perfect for childbearing - which of course was the opposite of what I wanted. Knowing her, Tiff would surely want me all to herself, then she would get clingy, and lastly the topic of marriage would drive us apart. I just needed my freewheeling lifestyle.

As soon as I felt that vibe it sapped my enthusiasm. Simultaneously, Lexi said that she was seriously considering trying some girl-on-girl action but just wasn't into it at the moment or with Tiffany. She basically blamed it on Tiffany: I blamed it on her being straight.

Some months later I got a text telling me she'd found the perfect guy for our first MMF. Did I tell you I'm dyslexic? Well, despite including those letters several times in the texts I never noticed that it wasn't MFM. That big letter F standing as a buffer between the two Ms is kind of important. In retrospect she knew I misunderstood. Though I can't prove it.

So she kept getting more and more excited about our upcoming threesome. Talking up how great it was going to be. How she wanted me to maintain my enthusiasm and not ruin it for her like I had done with Tiffany (not that I agreed). How she was going to not let her inhibitions temper her actions like last time (not that she ever had inhibitions.)

So part way into the texting she sent me a picture of Brent. "Don't you think he's totally cutielicious?"

So not to "ruin it" for her I stated my agreement, "He's a fine looking guy. No objections." It was true, objectively he was fine looking - not ugly or weird... So I had no objections to sharing her body with him. I imagined an Eifel Tower where we spit-roasted her and high fived in the middle and I told her as much.

Another day she texted, "I'm getting so psyched about this. Are you all in too?"

I hyped up my enthusiasm for her sake, "All in, Buddy! Can't wait to try out new things."

She replied, "Me too, Buddy. I've got some amazing ideas for us too. I want this to go just perfect this time."

A moment later she texted again, "Stevie, will you let me take the lead on this one? So it's perfect."

I figured it was her body that was gonna get the majority of the action - with two cocks penetrating her and all. "It's your call, babe, we'll follow your lead."

In the days preceding the event she ramped up her untamed thinking. Kind of a stream of consciousness thing, "What if we did a food theme with whipped cream and cherries? Punny right?"

A minute later she sent a contradictory text, "Or maybe we all wear leather BDSM suits so only our junk is exposed?"

I tried to be polite. So as not to spoil any vibes.

"What if we filmed it all and posted it online?" I agreed, but only if we blocked out our faces. She was going to change her mind anyway.

Then, "What about a rape fantasy?" I knew she fantasized about being taken against her will so I agreed to that too.

"Maybe we install a sex swing?" For whatever reason this one really turned me on. I pictured her in the swing with Brent and I pushing her back and forth. Maybe even spinning and flip fucking her.

"That's the ticket, Buddy. That's definitely the one we should do!"

The next day a large package arrived at my place. It was the swing and it had a stand so I wouldn't need to make any holes in the ceiling. I texted her that I was excited about using it. "Can't wait to try it out. Only two days away!"

She answered, "Are you ready for the roller coaster ride of your life?"

"Anything for you!"

"Well, I'm just doing it for you." I determined later that was just more of her deceitfulness.

I wanted to put the swing in the bedroom as that was the only truly private room in my apartment. But it wouldn't fit so I had to settle for the living room.

The day before, she dropped off a few bags of stuff. She said it was assorted props and toys.

An hour before the event she was sitting upright in the swing flying back and forth. "I got a real strong one. Look how high I can go! Think it'll hold up to noncon sex?"

"I don't think it's built for height. And you're supposed to be prone."

"Face up or face down?"

I smirked, "Yes."

"Pick one."

"OK, face up."

She started putting her feet and arms in the slings but only succeeded in getting it all tangled up. "Lexi, you're supposed to be naked first. And you're doing it all wrong."

She had a sassy retort, "I don't see you being naked. And how would you know, have you ever ridden one before?"

Thirty minutes till Brent's arrival so we both ripped off every stitch of clothing we had on. We were making out to get warmed up when my phone dinged, Lexi handed it to me. There was a text from Brent. It was a cock shot of a very stiff big cock. She swooned, "Oooh, Look what he sent you."

The message with the dick pic said, "On my way."

I looked at the pic stoically. "Think you know what to do with it, Lex?"

"Don't worry about me. I know exactly where I want it. Do YOU know what to do with it?"

I slapped her naked buns, "If I have my way, I'm gonna stuff it in two of your holes in an alternating rhythm."

She slapped my ass in return, "If I have my way we're gonna be a lot more creative."

She stuck her feet in the slings again. And again she got hopelessly tangled. "Lex, if I didn't know how uncoordinated you were I'd say you were doing it on purpose."

"Like you could do any better!"

I teased her with a little refrain, "Anything you can do I can do better."

She just raised an eyebrow so I decided to prove it, "Come on. I'll show you how." I climbed into the swing methodically. First I sat in the seat. Then I put my legs in the leg-slings. Then my arms and shoulders where they belonged. "See?!"

I know you all know where this is heading. But honestly, I never saw it coming.

She reached into one of the bags and in a flash had cuffed my wrists to the swing. She was laughing so cheerfully. "It looks like you ARE better at getting into the swing."

I replied that it was a piece of cake for someone as athletic and bright as myself as she kissed me passionately and cuffed my ankles next. "If you're gonna get me stuck in the swing you won't be able to have a turn." I didn't fear the bondage. We'd tied each other up many times before.

"Who says I want a turn?"

"I bet me and Brent want you to have your turn. Then we can really give it to you."

"That's a bet I'll take. I bet you a blowjob that you're wrong."

"What kind of bet is that? You blow me all the time."

"But if you lose you'll owe ME the blowjob."

"Don't be silly. But I could owe you some head. Which I do anytime you want too."

"Oh quit trying to be right all the time." Then with just a little struggle between so-called friends she strapped a big red ball gag in my mouth. "Now you can't argue."

I gestured and made muffled words through the gag, "But I am right."

She understood me with some educated guesses. "When Brent gets here we'll ask him if he prefers me in the swing or you." She then proceeded to mount a big black strap-on to her front. "If you're wrong you'll owe me a blowjob... which I'm gonna re-gift to Brent."

My eyes grew wide and I protested, "You'll do no such thing!" She didn't hear a word though she must've understood.

Smiling devilishly, she sang, "I caaaaan't uuundeerstaaand youuu.." Then chuckling, she added, "Cat got your tongue? Well, maybe a pussycat will get your tongue later...or something better.

Her tone changed then she began a monologue worthy of any villain in a movie. "It's been my life long dream to turn a straight guy gay. Somehow it always seems like the best guys are already gay. But when I first saw you - well, I knew you were something special: a seemingly straight man who didn't even know he was really gay. It's the only reason I hang out with you."

I struggled to free an arm, "I am not! And you can't turn a man gay." I realized the futility of objecting. There was no way my garbled words made sense or could be inferred.

"I tried to convert you this whole time we've been hooking up but nothing seemed to stick. Not the gay innuendoes. Not me throwing you at every gay man we meet. Not the constant gay talk when we have sex. Not my pinky in your ass when I blow you. Not me dressing like a man when we go out. Not me pegging you. And not even when I totally dressed you like a woman. Geez!"

I scrunched my face in disbelief.

"But tonight! Going all the way with Brent. That's bound to work. Get the pun? Bound to..."

I shook the restraints in anger as the door buzzer buzzed.

When they returned from the front door a very nude Brent was with her.

He spoke to Lexi in hushed tones even though I could obviously hear every word, "I told you you were going to have to tie him up. And he let you?"

"I have my ways. Feminine whiles you know."

"He's a looker. Better in person than the nudes you sent." I was even more mad now that I knew she'd somehow gotten and sent nudes. "Are we taking more pictures today? For my album?"

"We better not. Evidence. But it's gotta work this time. Or all the groundwork I've put in will be wasted."

"Can I watch you get started?" he asked as he threw himself on the couch.

"Sure, Brent." And saying so she knelt between my dangling legs and engulfed my tiny shrunken penis in her previously safe mouth. Sucking with everything she had she tried futilely to get a rise out of me.

Lexi added some lube and fingers to my ass but that also failed. And when I say she added lube I'm not kidding. She had some sort of turkey baster or syringe and she added like a year's worth of slick gel.

She put what she called a cock ring on my dick and with a penis pump managed to bring me to attention. I WAS hard, but it felt fake. Brent clapped and cheered in gay affectation.

Tired from her exertions, but feeling pleased with herself, she addressed me again, "Which one of us do you want at the front and which at the back?"

I studied her new black dildo and his stiff erection. They seemed to be about the same size. In the end I trusted the newcomer to be gentler with my back door. I gestured and spoke into the gag while she pretended not to understand. "No matter. Knowing exactly what you were planning to do to me on the swing. And as delightful as that sounds, I've decided to provide you with the same pleasure - both of us taking turns on both ends!"

"However, Brent's gonna need some help getting it started" Reaching into one of the bags she withdrew a few items then knelt by my side, "The first one's the smallest." She put my dick in her mouth and sucked some more as she worked a butt plug into my rear. I liked the sucking, not the butt plug.

Brent joined us, caressing my chest with his hands while she continued sucking me and swapping out plugs for progressively larger ones. I flinched at his first touch, but it actually ended up feeling somewhat soothing, as opposed to the unnatural sensations in my ass. Who knows? I might have liked the attention back there if I didn't know its purpose.

Leaving the last butt plug hanging obscenely from my rectum Lexi stood, pleased with herself, "I suppose you're as ready as you'll ever be. Now are you gonna make a fuss when I take out the ball gag, 'cause I can always use this ring gag instead." Holding it up there was no denying the purpose of that gag would be to hold my jaws open while still allowing entrance for cock or dildo.

I knew my neighbors had heard plenty over the months and were prepared to ignore any suspicious sounds. Resigned, I shrugged and motioned that I wouldn't scream.

As soon as the plug, then ball, was removed I implored Brent, "You're not really going to go along with this. It's rape and you could do hard time."

He too shrugged, "If not for this one then one of the last two."

With a sudden realization I gave up reasoning with him and argued with Lexi's plan instead, "It'll never work. It clearly didn't work before. You can't just make a guy gay."

But it was useless to argue with her obsession. She yelled angrily, "It will too work! I've done it better this time. You're my special one." I saw now how crazy she was. There was going to be no stopping this. My only hope would be retribution after.

Suspended in the swing with all my holes exposed and my artificially hardened cock on display, my two assailants took their positions. Brent was between my legs while Lexi was at my head, she tried to kiss me as if we were lovers but I was having none of it.

Scorned, she flew into another rage, "You're gonna get it now!" But Brent interrupted, reminding her that the goal was for me to enjoy it.

Her mood changed as fast as greased lightning, "Sweet boy, you can't fight it so you might as well give in to it. We're not going to do anything you haven't done, and loved, before, except Brent is a real man now. Just think how much better his fleshy organ is going to feel compared to cold plastic."

With a few adjustments to the swing my head was lowered to align with Lex's sterile faux penis while my ass was raised to line up with Brent's genuine article.

Lexi's counterfeit cockhead touched my lips with a chilly introduction. Meanwhile, Brent's soft warm authentic cock said 'hello' with more genuine but uninvited warmth.

I did my best to be relaxed back there, knowing from experience that it would ease the passage. But up front I refused to suck or give her the satisfaction of any participation in any way.

I expected Brent to ram home like Lexi was doing. Instead he circled the rim a bit before attempting an entrance. Despite my best efforts it felt good.

The black dildo hit the back of my mouth, an experience I'd had before with the thinner purple toy. Gagging, I didn't plan to help it along as I might have otherwise done.

The head of the darker, red-skin covered body part popped into me like no plug had prepared me for. It only hurt for a second and he knew to freeze. He used a firm grip on my balls to keep the swing from shifting away from the intrusion - If pressed, I would have to admit the touch wasn't bad.

Lexi was jamming that harder object into me repeatedly. She knew how to use it from years of practice so it didn't hurt, though it didn't feel particularly good either.

Meanwhile, the more pliable tool progressed to gently rocking in and out at a steady pace. Brent took it easy too: taking it deeper gradually. I hated having no say-so. I didn't want a man's dick in me. But it was.

About the time I was used to the sensations fore and aft Lexy announced a change: "The goal is to turn you Stevie. And toward that end it's time we TURNED you." The two of them spun me around so my head was closer to Brent's very real cock and my defenseless asshole was now presented to Lexi's big imitation one.

She wasted no time reaming my ass, informing me just how different the two dicks were instantly. Now the unyielding pole was up my chute and the forgiving one was being pressed to my lips.

He had apparently wiped it, and thanks for small favors, but it still belonged to a man and the drops leaking from the end originated in a man's hairy balls. Hardly flavorless, they were surprisingly sweet, but after the initial insertion they dissipated.

The harder shaft in my ass was uncomfortable compared to what Brent had been doing when he had been back there. Actually, his fleshy shaft in my mouth was also more comfortable than the strap-on had been.

The two of them pleased themselves for a number of minutes before declaring again that they were going to switch. Lexi proved again how careless she was when she brought her unwashed cock to me and made me swallow it. Brent reapplied some more lube before using my ass again.

I fully expected him to sink in all the way like before. But he decided to aim directly for my prostate. Massaging the lump inside me with the head of his stiff organ he forced little oozes of cum to be milked out of my dick. With each pump his cock slid effortlessly through my anal ring and upon contact with my pleasure button ejected more goo from my pee slit. Crap if it didn't feel good! I didn't want any of it to feel good in any stretch of the word.

After a sizeable puddle of slick dick juice was dribbled on my belly he scooped up enough to use to jack my dick. My erection stopped feeling fake as the electric jolts in my cock which were timed to his thrusts came faster and faster.

I couldn't help but notice how Brent's breathing quickened. Lexi's did too. She stopped abusing my throat so she could come near to watch my deflowering up close.