Hi Everyone, back w/ gay fantasy. Still working on that femdom piece. This is a bit different than the Daddy fetish I normally write. This is based more on another fantasy of mine. Heavy emphasis on smell in this, and definitely some weirder themes to go along with that, no watersports or anything of course. This still does involve some more realistic aspects of noncon. Just as a usual reminder, I do not condone behavior done in this piece, nor do I profit from it. This is just a word-vomited fantasy of mine put on the web.
Please remember that no, maybe, I don't know, and so on all means NO! Do not take anything in this as license to act upon horrible behavior, always ask consent and make sure it's a non-coerced YES.
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My name is Trevor, I'm a junior in College at USC completing my major in Education. I didn't have a lot of aims in college I just wanted the degree more so. I was pretty decent in my current stage. Good friends, single and happily so, and regular party-goer. Despite my looks I really loved going out. I wasn't bad looking, the opposite really, I was pretty lean and fit but a bit shorter than average, roughly 5'7. Short and well kept dirty blonde hair, and shaven all over. I was often called cute, but not handsome, I really gave off a bit of a nerdy and shy boy vibe.
One night my friends and I were planning on a night on a new dive we were about to check out. My buddy Steve, who partied way way harder than I did, was going to bring along some of his friends too. We were excited! Semester was about to end and winter break was about to start! We were gonna party until we were blacked out!
The prophesized night arrived and we all met at the base of our dorm. Steve brought his friends in his SUV, all of us crammed ourselves inside. Steve was friends with a few people in the punk scene, so a lot of his friends had that look about them. However at the end of the day they were Punk so they were usually always good people to be around.
There was a woman with spiky blonde dyed hair and heavy eyeliner named Riley, a non binary person named Kai who was very queer punk, rainbow dye, bleached eyebrows, piercings galore and the who shebang.
Lastly though there was Bobbi, a man who was about 5'11-6'1 tall. Longer unkempt black hair, slightly greasy and very curly. A very large and prominent nose that bulbed in the center of the bridge, curving down slightly, dark brown eyes, wide pink and thick lips, and extremely pale skin.
He was clearly very skinny, very gangly long limbs, and slightly awkward looking. The skin on his body almost disturbingly clung to his lean muscle, creating a cross between bony and muscular. Not an ounce of fat on his body. His cheekbones were also very prominent due to this. He had an odd smell to him too, not bad but not great either. Very much a crust-punk vibe to him. I was jammed next to him while four of us were crushed in the back seat. Shoulder to shoulder with his starchy jean vest.
"Hey how's it going, I'm Bobbi."
"Oh, Trevor, nice to meet you man"
His voice was slightly lispy and effeminate, yet a little deep too. He definitely wasn't entirely straight though.
"Let's ride people!" Steve exclaimed, "I'm tryna get fucked up tonight!"
We all yipped and wooed and sped off down the street. Bobbi, next to me, seemed to immediately strike up a conversation. Talking my ear off.
"You're in college still right?"
"Yeah, but I graduate next year."
"Damn, yeah I never really went to college though, I'm like 28 now, I still don't really need it honestly. Got a solid gig working on shows."
"Oh that's cool."
"You listen to music?"
"Yeah, a bit..." This guy was talking to me a lot, there's like 5 other people in the car.
"Nice, I listen to-"
Oh brother...
He proceeded to list off at least 50 bands, I would occasionally talk to my friend next to me to maybe signal I wasn't interested in hearing, but Bobbi did not seem to pick up on it.
I also noticed Bobbi didn't really attempt to make personal space, his hand rested on my leg a couple of times too.
"We're here fuckboys!" Steve yipped, "Let's party!"
Thank god.
I got out on Bobbi's side, and he seemed to wait for me as I exited, trailing next to me as I met up with my friends.
When we entered the dive, it was popping off! A huge crowd of people were hoarding around the bar and the main floor. We quickly got lost in the crowd.
After too long waiting for a spot at the bar, Steve and I finally got to order our drinks. We couldn't hear ourselves think it was so loud.
"BEERS FOR ME AND MY FRIENDS AT THE BOOTH!"
Bartender nodded, quickly disappeared to go grab our drinks. Steve and I shot the shit for a minute before heading back. About our college classes, girls, and just generally catching up on life.
"YOU KNOW BOBBI RIGHT?! YOU SAT NEXT TO HIM IN THE CAR!" Steve yelled over the crowd.
"YEAH! WHAT ABOUT HIM?!" I yelled back.
"WELL... HERE'S THE THING THE DUDE'S BEEN LONELY A WHILE SO I'M TRYNA GET HIM OUT OF THE HOUSE MORE!"
"OKAY??"
"SO LIKE, YOU'RE GAY RIGHT?!"
"WHAT?!"
"YOU'RE GAY RIGHT?!"
"NO DUDE! WHAT THE HELL?! YOU'VE LITERALLY TALKED TO GIRLS RIGHT NEXT TO ME!"
"I THOUGHT YOU WERE JUST BEING A WINGMAN! YOU'RE NOT GAY?!"
"NO!"
"OH... UH... I MAY HAVE TRIED TO SET YOU UP WITH BOBBI!"
"WHAT THE FUCK MAN!"
"YOU KNOW... WHEN IT'S MY B, IT'S MY B!"
"OH MY GOD NO WONDER HE WAS TALKING TO ME SO MUCH!"
"YEAH... THAT'S EMBARRASSING, DO YOU THINK I SHOULD TELL HIM?!"
"YES! OH MY GOD! I'M NOT INTERESTED IN HIM EVEN IF I WAS GAY!"
"WHAT?! WHY?! HE'S... HANDSOME RIGHT?!"
"NO DUDE, PLUS HE SMELLS WEIRD!"
"HEY BE NICE! DUDE MAY BE A CRUST PUNK BUT HE HAS FEELINGS!"
"JUST... TELL HIM I'M NOT GAY OKAY?!"
"OKAY! OKAY!"
After another few minutes pass before the beers were given to us. We brought them back to our booth amongst the cheers of our friends.
Bobbi opened a spot next to him for me to sit at, but before I could take my spot next to him Steve called him over and pulled him aside.
I watched Steve explain it to Bobbi, he immediately grabbed his brow in embarrassment. I watched them both come back to the booth, Steve gave me a wink.
Bobbi plopped down next to me and nudged me, his hot breath pushed into my face as he spoke to me. His breath also smelling odd.
"I'm so sorry! Steve just explained the situation to me!"
"You're okay man! Don't worry about it! Sorry for the confusion!"
"I knew you were way out of my league anyway!"
"Awh, don't say that man, if I was gay I'd probably be super into you!"
A lie.
"Well, too bad you're not gay! I would have ditched this dive with you a lot sooner!"
I laughed awkwardly, letting the tension settle and talked to my friends. Bobbi however wasn't interacting with many people, maybe Kai and Riley here and there, but not much else.
The noise began to settle enough for us to stop screaming over each other and talk in a normal tone.
"That did not happen."
"No way!"
"1000% That happened, I swear my classmate is fucking that old man in the lecture bathroom every day."
"You got proof?"
"I wasn't taking photos man I just heard them and the bathroom door was locked."
While my friends were all talking shit to each other, I felt a little bad so I started striking some conversation with Bobbi.
"So, you come to places like this a lot?"
"...No not really, I prefer punk shows, this place is full of straight people too." Bobbi sighed a little dramatically.
"Hah, well sorry to disappoint." I fired back, joking of course.
"Night's not over yet." He gently put his bony fingertips on my hand for a second and then pulled away.
I turned red. Laughing off the comment.
"I'll probably ditch at some point tonight."
"Oh really, why?"
"College dives are boring, just drunk straight guys yelling at each other, no pits and no good music." Bobbi said.
"You get a lot of action at shows?"
"Oh yeah, bottoms love me."
"I know the feeling!" I joked at Bobbi again.
"Oh so you HAVE been with guys then?"
"Wha- Oh! No haha, I just mean with a lot of women, I'm like... on top you know."