Turned out: Bitches Boyfriend
Hello everyone. This new "Turned out:" Series are going to be quickfire stories of straight men being turned out by gay men. They will be quick stories and not have a lot of backstory, mainly just enough to get to the good bits. Any messages or comments are always welcome.
It is a group of gay friends together who are retelling their stories of turning straight men.
It will start by all the men talking, then when the story begins it will fall into first person and follow that character.
All characters in this series are over 18.
"I, by far have turned more straight men than any of you!" Michael shouts out to the rest of the group who have joined for dinner at Paul's house.
Every month, these six friends all meet for dinner to stay in touch. Everyone of them being gay and varying in age.
Paul is the oldest, 52, married to Connor, 48 who is also at the dinner table.
Then there is, Tom who is 40.
Michael who is 37.
Andrew who is 35.
And finally, the baby of the group, Harry who is 28.
"Not a chance! Paul and I have turned way more straight men than you have!" Connor shouts back across from the table.
"Hey I have turned quiet a few in my time!" Harry shouts back.
"Oh please Harry, you are just a young slut that fucks anything with legs!" Michael says causing the entire room to burst into laughter.
"Let me tell you about this guy a few weeks ago at my shop!" Michael says to the group, eager to brag about this story.
3 weeks ago
I have been running a clothes shop in the centre of Manchester for a few years now and it has been going fairly successfully. The only issue is that it takes up a lot of my personal life and my chances for going out have gone down drastically.
Luckily with the help of the internet I am still able to meet up for regular fucks, but the fun of flirting on a night out is a rarity for me nowadays.
That was when a young couple walk into my shop, they look around 18 years old. The girl is a short, slim and long blond haired woman, very pretty young lady (if I wasn't gay).
With her, by them holding hands I am assuming is her boyfriend. He must be around 5foot 9, fairly slim and young looking as well, no facial hair at all. Which I definitely prefer.
Approaching the couple I ask.
"Can I help you both?"
"I am just browsing thanks." The girl says back, barely even looking at me or giving me the time of day.
This is a fairly high end clothes shop and I get a lot of bitchy, rich people who come in and think they can treat me like dirt. Her boyfriend though was clearly uncomfortable with the way she spoke to me and gave me a look to say he is sorry.
"Maybe you could keep looking here, and I could help you boyfriend out in the men's section?" I suggest, knowing exactly how I can help myself out and get back at this rich bitch.
"Fine. Whatever." The girl blurts out, again not looking at me.
I put my hand out, grab the boys and drag him away. Once out of hearing distance I ask him.
"So what's your name cutie?"
Clearly uncomfortable, I do not hide being gay and can be quite camp in the way I speak. Although I am over 6 foot and fairly well built, at a glance not many people would assume it.
"Ermm, it's Lee." He told me.
"Nice to meet you Lee, I am Michael. Do you mind me asking how old you are?"
"I just turned 18 a few weeks ago." He tells me, again nervously.
I tighten my grip on his hand and keep walking with him, telling him.
"Good to know. I will get you sorted with some nice clothes."
As we go upstairs and reach the men's section, his awkwardness as slightly gone and I can almost feel his hand holding onto mine now.
Ha, this should be an easy one.
Picking up clothes and handing a few to him. At one stage he is in the mirror holding up a top and I come up behind, getting close enough to feel my entire body pressed against his, I hold his hips and say.
"Oh yeah, you are a medium."
Holding myself there so he can feel me pushing against his arse, he doesn't say anything and just looks at me, half afraid, half confused.
"How long have you been with her?" I ask, trying to dismiss her anyway that I can.
"Around a year." He tells me.
I come back with some jeans and hand them to him, slapping his arse and grabbing hold of it at the end I say
"Oh yeah, these will look great on you."
"Ermm t-t-thank you sir..." He awkwardly replies.
That is when I look down and spot him obviously readjusting himself, clearly my touching has gotten him hard.
"Why don't you take these into the changing room on the far left and try them on?" I tell him, less of a question and more of an order.
"Yes okay." He replies and walks off.
I quickly head to check on the girl, the is still looking at clothes and isn't even nearly done yet. I head to the office and check the cameras.
Perfect! Lee has gone into the changing room I told him, what no one else knows is that I have a key for that room, and that I have soundproofed it for occasions just like these.
I watch the camera as he undresses, his hole body is smooth, not a single hair on it. When he is just in his tight boxers and nothing else I rush over to his changing room.
At the door, I slowly put my key in so that he won't hear it. Looking around to make sure no one can see.
In an instant I have the door opened, I step inside and close it back after me.
Lee is stood there, frozen in just his boxers and a very obvious boner.
"W-w-what are you doing in here?" He stutters out.
Not wanting to give him time to think, I march over, wrap my big hand around his hard cock from the outside of boxers and push him up against the wall.
Slowly I am moving my hand up and down the fabric over his cock, I lean in close and whisper into his ear.
"Is this hard because of me?"
"I-I-I Don't think we should be doing this." He stutters out, but not trying to stop me.
I reach my hand into his boxers and wrap my fingers around his hard cock and feel it soaking wet with pre cum. He isn't too big, probably 4 or 5 inches.
"Mmhhhmmm" he lets out a little moan.
"Good boy." I whisper into his ear and the plans my lips onto his neck, licking him softly with my tongue and his cock shudders in my hand.
"I shouldn't be doing this. My girlfriend is outside." He tries to argue back but it just comes out in a moan.
"Oh don't worry about that bitch. She is busy!" I tell him.