Note to Readers: This is a fantasy fiction that takes place in a parallel universe where there is no need to practice safe sex. I would highly recommend that anyone in this universe practice safe sex.
Roger Part 2
It is Saturday morning, and I am bound to a bench. I am gagged, blindfolded, and a plug is stuck up my ass. I can feel cum running down my leg having just being fucked for the first time. I think back on how this all came about.
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I had first met Roger when we were both fourteen. We lived in the Midwest, and both attended the same all boys Catholic High School. We had been assigned adjacent lockers. He immediately stuck out his hand and said "Hello, I am Roger."
I replied with "Hi, I am Samuel".
"I think I will call you Sammy, you look like a Sammy".
I took an immediate liking to him. At this school we kept the same locker for all four years so I would be seeing a lot of him. Being about the same size as him might have been only a slight exaggeration that first day but by the time we graduated not so much. Whereas we had both gotten taller, he had also filled out. At graduation he was six foot, two inches of male muscle. I was a skinny six foot who could easily pass as a girl. We did not socialize much, but for some reason he insisted we eat lunch together. We made an odd couple, the skinny geek, and the football linebacker. He generally hung out with his various football, wrestling, and baseball teammates. I generally read or hung out with the geeks. I did run cross country and track. I had become aware of the terms alpha and beta males and had to admit that I was a beta and destined to remain one. Roger on the other hand was alpha through and through.
Being a beta geek, I managed to keep good grades. I always hated cold and was elated when I managed to land an academic scholarship to a Florida University. Our school liked to announce these things on the PA, which embarrassed me, but shortly after the announcement Roger grabbed me in the hall. Seems his father had attended that University and he was going there too. We were the only two from the school going there, so he told me we would be rooming together. That is pretty much how he did it, told.
There was, however, a potential problem. I had developed a liking for bikini underwear. At first, they were white but eventually I started getting different colors. Freshman and sophomore years I wore briefs if I was going to be in a locker room but otherwise bikinis. In my junior year I started wearing bikinis even in the cross country and/or track locker room. These were not the type of sports Roger did, so he never saw me in them.
Now I had a decision to make. What would alpha Roger think about his roommate wearing bikini underwear. After a not inconsiderable amount of pondering, I decided I was going to wear them anyway. The first night in the dorm he had already stripped to his boxers and gotten in bed. He then just looked at me as I took off my shoes, socks, and shirt. I thought about sleeping in the gym shorts I was wearing but, taking a deep breath, I took them off leaving me in nothing but a purple bikini. Instead of a sneer or other degrading comment, he smiled and said, "nice bikini, I like it" then rolled over and went to sleep.
One of the things I had noticed about Roger was although he did the alpha thing very well, he was really a nice guy, especially to me. If one of his alpha buddies said something insulting to me, Roger would give them a look and/or tell them in no uncertain terms that I was his friend, and they were not to talk to me in that way.
For sophomore year I was informed that we were getting an apartment with two of his alpha buddies. Being the only beta with three alphas was interesting and I generally did the cooking, dishes and any cleaning that got done but I didn't mind. Roger and I had begun to play tennis and I was the beneficiary of his butt slapping. At some point he decided that being a business major like his father didn't suit him so switched. He decided that he wanted to be a physical trainer. This caused him to get off cycle resulting in the move back home.
Before graduation I had interviewed with an engineering company in South Florida. Upon entering the office, I was greeted by an administration assistant. The name on the desk said Nicole. There was something about her that I could not put my finger on, but before my interview she showed me around the office. More than a few of the employees were gay and some were crossdressers with long hair and short skirts. By this time, I had come to wonder what I really was so this did not bother me at all. In fact I was wearing black panties that day. One guy, about 40, who was very fit, gave me a once over and said "nice" and told Nicole that Mr. Simpson needed to hire this one. Nicole said with a mocked annoyance, "behave Jack." I took it as a compliment and smiled.
She soon ushered me into the office of the company president. The name on the door said Robert Simpson. She stayed to take notes at the interview. She did not seem to take many notes but kept looking at me. It was not a creepy look but a look like she was sizing me up.
After the interview, Nicole went into Mr. Simpson's office and said, "you need to hire this one, he is one of us but just doesn't know it yet." Mr. Simpson said "don't worry, I would hire this one anyway. He has a 3.8. I have been in the business for a while, some have engineering it in their DNA. He is the of them. I think he is one of us too." I did not know any of this, but I really liked the company and the atmosphere. I was elated when I was offered a position. I was even told that a studio apartment had been reserved in my name at nearby apartment complex. It was even within walking distance of the office.
A month later I left my studio apartment and was walking into the office of my new job. I was again greeted by the administration assistant who again showed me around. I looked forward to getting to better know my new co-workers. By this time, I had finally realized the Nicole was probably not a she at birth.
The year I lived by myself were pleasant. Every morning as I signed in, I was greeted by Nicole. I enjoyed my job. The people there were great and were helpful in teaching a new engineer the difference between school and real-world engineering. My team leader was Jack, the one that referred to me as "nice", but he was totally professional and became my mentor. I found myself wishing he wouldn't be so professional. This was another step in my evolution that made it easy to jump right in when Roger moved back.
There was a bike path nearby. I always preferred short gym shorts and South Florida being generally warm, I purchased a pair of short bike shorts. I loved riding wearing only my short tight shorts.
The apartment complex had a pool and a tennis court. There were girls in thongs bikinis at the pool. I noticed them but I also noticed a couple of muscular guys also wearing bikinis. They were more the alpha type as opposed to me looking almost feminine. They somewhat reminded me of Roger. The girls never showed much interest in me, but they ogled the alpha guys. The guys though, were very friendly to me and seemed to not care that half naked girls were ogling them. It dawned on me that they were probably gay. My upbringing had not let me think that gay guys could be alpha types. They introduced themselves as Tom and Jerry. When I did a double take, they laughed, and Jerry said "we get that all the time. Just remember I am the cute one."
Tom laughed and said, "cute my ass." Anyway, if they could wear a bikini, so could I, so I bought one. On the day I worked up the courage to wear it, the girls didn't notice but the guys sure did. They said I looked sexy in it; nobody ever told me I looked sexy before. There was a gay bar nearby, called "Guys", and after sitting at the pool with them for several hours they invited me to go get a beer. I accepted and they got up and started walking. When I looked puzzled, Tom said "don't worry this is a real friendly place."
Wearing only a bikini and flipflops, I meekly followed two studs, also wearing only bikinis and flip flops across the street to the bar. Walking up to the bartender, Tom says "Johnny, this is our friend Sammy, he moved in across the street. Can you set him up and account? I will vouch for him."
The bartender looks me over and says, "he is awful cute" and proceeded to take down information so I would not have to remember to bring money or for that matter clothes to the bar.
I liked the bar and soon become a regular. I did not mind that I was hit on some. I always politely declined but I liked the attention. Once, a guy got pushy and Tom told him to leave me alone. He then said to me, "I don't know which way you swing, and I don't think you do either, but until you figure it out, we will not let anybody hassle you." And they didn't. Consciously I still considered myself straight but subconsciously I think I was realizing that I was not. That would soon change.
It was a Sunday evening; I had just got back from Guys and was still wearing my bikini when the phone rang. It was Roger and he was moving down and wanted to get an apartment. I blurted out "I would love nothing better." I then had panic attack. I was still thinking that my alpha roommate wanted to fill his bed with sexy females. I was not only seriously questioning my sexuality, but how was I going to explain that I was regularly going to a gay bar with two gay guys. I manage to avoid my gay friends for several days but on our first Saturday in the apartment, Roger wanted to go to the pool. I knew this was inevitable and my gay friends would likely be there.
