It was so strange. Now do not get me wrong my friends and I joke and pull crazy pranks on each other all the time. This time though, I am perplexed beyond belief. I am wondering if they have collectively lost their minds.
Come on Steve, we all know you are gay! You just need to admit it! Come on, there is no shame in being gay! Come on guy, spit it out, admit it!
What the hell are you all smoking? Amber come on, how could you or Cherie, or Tammy, or Connie how can you girls ask me if I am gay? We dated! We had sex frequently during those times. Hell, when I wasn't dating one of you we all fooled around from time to time. How can this even be a question?
Amber began, well yes, we did. But... Then the other girls began to jump in, come on Steve. Why do you think we broke it off with you? Remember, each one of us broke up with you!
We girls are besties and we talked to each other, compared notes on you and your sexual prowess or lack thereof.
Wait, what the hell are you talking about? I know every time we had sex, every single time and with each of you, you girls screamed and moaned, writhed beneath me as I slammed my cock in your pussies!
Tammy spoke up and said what like this? I knew I was screwed when Tammy started moaning and screaming; "come on Steve fuck me with the big cock of yours, Ohhhhh yeah baby fuck me harder!"
Then everyone began to laugh at my predicament. As my humiliation continues, Amber and Cherie began doing the same thing, except using the words they used with me. As they continue I am beginning to turn a hundred shades of red which only made things worse.
Ahhh, look at the little fag, Don said.
Hold on Don, I am not GAY! How many times do I have to say it?
Rick them spoke up and said, Stevie boi, you can say you are not gay a million times! The only problem is your words do not match the facts!
What facts, Rick?
That is when Jenny and Fred stepped up with a manila envelope that was full of something. Jenny looked down at me, tossed the envelope in my lap and said here is the truth sissy. We are supposed to be your friends and yet you continue to lie to us? How sad!
I fumble with the clasp on the envelope for a bit then finally I begin to get it open and look inside. While I am doing this, I am getting an ear full. I am beginning to think that my friends are trying to run an intervention.
As I begin to investigate what is inside the envelope, I discover that in it are about forty or fifty pictures and a DVD. Will says Steve hand me the DVD and start looking through the pictures. When I see the first picture, I am horrified. I am dressed in panties, a very short skirt, a thin white blouse and you can see the bra I am wearing through the thin material. I am wearing high heel shoes and my legs are encased in black stockings.
I begin to tremble in fear as I look at Will as he is fixing up the DVD and turning the TV on. What makes it worse is the next few pictures. I am on my knees sucking a huge black dildo in one and taking that 11 inch monster up my asshole in another.
Wait, these pictures are from my room my bedroom, I scream! How in the hell did you get these pictures?
Adam walks forward. I should have known; he works at his dad's electronic store. They have all sorts of video equipment, some of which are so small they could easily be used to spy.
Before he can speak, I yell at him YOU BASTARD! What gives you the FUCKING right to invade my privacy?
Calm down sissy boi, I did this after Amy confided in me that she thought you had stolen some of her panties. And she wasn't the only one, Tammy, Amber, Connie, Amy and Cherie also had the same concerns.
All of us guys said, "No way, not Steve. He is a ladies' man, not some panty fag!" But the girls kept insisting and after a month or so of constant badgering I asked the girls what they would have me do? Cherie and Connie suggested that I hide a camera in your bedroom aimed at your dresser drawers.
I thought about it for a few weeks, discussed it with several of the guys and they agreed that there was no way in hell you were gay and that I should go for it to shut the girls up. So, I did! And I did more than just one aimed at your dresser. I admit I got a little carried away. But in the end, it was the right thing to do and you will agree soon enough!
Because right now we are all going to see together for the first time the evidence that I gathered over the last two weeks.
I was fit to be tied. I began to yelling at them all to get the fuck out of my house and I never wanted to see any of them again.
I mean what the hell else could I say and do? Next thing I knew, Cherie and Amy were behind me securing me to the chair! What the hell Amy? Cherie? What the fuck are you doing?
As I was yelling at the girls Tammy walked up slapped me across the face with more force than I would have ever expected from her.