As I sat at my desk Monday morning, I was replaying the events of the past weekend in my head, When I left work on Friday, I had a weekend planned of basketball and beer with a buddy. By Sunday, I had gone down on him sucking my first dick and he had fucked my ass. To make matters worse, he had taped the whole thing without my knowledge and had posted it to an amateur adult site.
We made a bet that I wouldn't get hard stripping in front of him, however, if I did I had to do his bidding for the rest of the day. I had done this because he had already found incriminating gay sites I had previously viewed on the Internet. I had never considered myself even remotely bisexual but I had to admit seeing those guys go at it really got my dick hard. Randy had found them while working on my computer and threatened to expose this to our friends.
But he promised he would drop the whole matter, if I could prove sucking his dick didn't turn me on. Why would it? I have a girlfriend and I'm not queer. But after I agreed, he stripped himself and then started jerking off, the whole time telling me how much I wanted to suck him. He sneered as he stated how he was going to enjoy my lips around his cock.
I threatened to call it off but he said stopping now was a forfeit and automatically made me a loser. Problem was, even as I started to remove my first articles of clothing, I could feel the familiar twitch in my briefs. I tried not to think about it -- get my mind on other things. But Randy was in the background taunting away. Looking back, I'm not sure I didn't want to suck his cock. I had done it the day before after he found those web sites I visited. Actually I had enjoyed it but I didn't want him to know.
I'm not gay but I did like him fucking my face with his dick, tasting his cum when he climaxed into my mouth. I had kneeled before him naked, sucking on his cock, licking his balls, while stroking my own cock in my hand. Perhaps deep down I wanted to lose. That's why when I finally slipped off my underwear, my cock was rock hard, bobbing back and forth. I had lost the bet. Maybe I had lost before we even agreed to it.
Before the afternoon was over I had again swallowed his load as he trailed his dick across my face. Randy made me wear the remaining cum on my face that I didn't swallow as we sat around his den naked watching the game. Later he fucked my ass. I had never had anything back there and it felt like he was going to tear me apart. But eventually my asshole adjusted to him and I began to enjoy it. My girlfriend Sandy had often used her fingers there when she gave me a blowjob. But there's a hell of a lot of difference between a girl's finger and your buddy's cock.
Unknown to me, the whole affair was captured on a video camera that he had positioned on his bookcase and he had loaded the scene with him fucking me on one of those adult sites I had visited. Randy is talented when it comes to computers and the clip he posted had our faces distorted so you couldn't make us out. Actually his was very distorted but he didn't go to as great a length with mine. My heart was beating out of my chest when I saw it.. There on the site was the heading, "Str8 Neighbor Gets His First Dick". I watched it over and over Sunday night.
It wasn't a long clip and I was thankful he never said my name in the audio. Actually in the piece he posted, he kept referring to me as his bitch. When he had slipped his dick into me, he patted my back and said, "That's right bitch, take it..."
I had recalled later getting caught up and actually asking him to fuck me. I could have sworn I called his name but all the sounds on the video were me groaning occasionally begging him to fuck me and him calling me names. I suppose he edited the other out. He had pulled his cock from my ass when he came and busted his nut across my cheeks and then returned it to my gaping hole.
He then turned me around for the camera and he jacked me off. I came all over my stomach which he rubbed in and then he stuck his fingers up to my mouth. I can't believe it but there it was on my screen, me licking his fingers, sucking my own cum off his hand like some wanton slut. I was every bit the cock slut as the guys I had watched on video -- me! And there it was posted on a website where anyone could see it.
Somehow it felt different at work. Looking around at my fellow employees I wondered what they would think if they saw me on the screen. If they knew what I had done. And my girlfriend Sandy. What would she think? I tried to get my work done but I really did a poor job getting focused.
Later in the morning Sandy called and said she was working through lunch but asked if I would come over after work. In the middle of our conversation, she stopped and asked if something was wrong. My heart about stopped. Was it something I said? The way I said it? How could she tell? Did I sound different?
"No, I'm fine...just missed you this weekend, that's all," I said trying to sound convincing.
"Ohhh that's sweet. But I bet you didn't miss me too much with all your games on and stuff. But I'll give you points for saying it," she purred. "Just drop by anytime after six, I'm going to the gym first," Sandy said before adding, "Love ya."
"I love you too," I responded before I hit the end call. I did. I did love her. It wasn't really like I cheated on her. First it was with another guy and not a girl and second I had been forced to do it.
I wondered what she would think if she knew? She couldn't know. She couldn't find out. I didn't want to lose her. I had dated a lot of girls but Sandy was everything to me. We met in college at a fraternity party. She's rather petit, just 5" 3". She has long blonde hair, brown eyes and a smile that you wouldn't believe. She's not stacked or anything. Her tits are only a 34B but they fit her frame perfectly and she has one killer ass.
When she's not traveling, she spend a great deal of time out by the pool and has a dark tan. She takes great care of herself and works out regularly down at the gym keeping her stomach flat with a nice set of legs. Like I said, she's the total package!
The afternoon couldn't have gone by fast enough as I made my way over to Sandy's. I walked into her apartment and she was just pouring out water from a pot of spaghetti.
"Hey babe," she said as she moved in my direction, her soft plump lips locking on mine, before she returned to the stove and began checking her sauce. She was wearing some white shorts that really hugged her beautiful ass and a bright yellow top. She was barefooted standing in her kitchen and her little toes were painted a bright pink. I wanted to grab her right there. There was a part of me that wanted to prove to myself, I wasn't gay. I was straight. This past weekend meant nothing.
I walked up behind her and slid my head beside hers smelling the perfume she always wears. She smelled so good. I moved her hair back from her neck and began planting kisses.
