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So if you really want to hear about me and my story, the first thing you will want to know is where I was born, and what my lousy childhood was like small town, suppressed sexuality and staunched Christian parents. My life could not have been better when I left that small town fuckhole for college finally able to fill my craving fuckhole with some thick dick.
I met Ross in college, enrolled in the same web design course as me and with similar nerdy interests in computers and programming we hit it off instantly. While he was a nerd on the inside, he was all muscular man meat on the outside. He loved many sports and I became involved in all the campus activities that Ross would take part in. It became my sole desire to impress the straight jock and to remain friends with him. He was sweet and charming; he never said anything to offend anybody and was extremely shy with the ladies. I started falling deeper into my dark closet just to stay friends with Ross. I even started tapping pussy on a regular basis to make sure there were no suspicions of my sexuality. I even became quite adept at becoming Ross "wingman" as he was so shy with woman while I mastered sweet talking a woman out of her pants perfectly. I could never understand his lack of confidence with woman given his impressive physique.
When Ross and I graduated, we were employed by the same web design company. I loved my job, especially the playful atmosphere at work. There was a lot of time to goof around with my other colleagues' who were a lot nerdier than Ross and I. I loved the fact that my muscular frame was imposing to the rest of my co-workers and even my boss. Life became a lot easier when Ross found a steady girlfriend and we no longer went to clubs and only occasionally visited bars for a drink. I had him under false impression that I had a long distance relationship with another girl while I secretly had my burly neighbour Chris drill my hole. Chris was shorter than me, had a hairy chest and a slight gut. He lived with his husband and sex with him was a short quicky whenever he could get away from his husband, bouncing on his thick 7 inch pole while groping his hairy chest was enough of a sexual outlet for me.
I thought about coming out to Ross many times, I would imagine what my life would be like without the false impressions I was portraying every day. I even thought about getting a steady boyfriend. However I was so infatuated with Ross that I could never do anything to end our friendship. I think I may have even been in love with him. I think the thing that kept me so strung to Ross was the horseplay between us. We would always wrestle every chance we got and I would grope every part of him that I could in very inappropriate areas yet he would say nothing of it and act as nothing ever happened.
Ross loved his one pair of jeans that he kept from our days in college right till this day. He would still wear it to work every day. He no longer had a six pack but he was not fat, he also no longer shaved his chest so he was quite hairy nowadays which I found looked even sexier on him. Those jeans had become very snug around his crotch as he put on a little weight. I always wondered whether he wore underwear since you could see his massive cock clearly in his jeans. It looked as if he was always semi-hard. Horny bastard!
On time we were wrestling over something stupid, I think it was to get the tv remote and he bust the zipper on his favorite jeans. We both sat back laughing. I could see about half his cock and a bit of his lemon sized balls. I guess he didn't wear underwear after all, which I guess I had already figured out since every time he bent over, his hairy crack always popped into view. I had managed to get a few fingers into that crack a couple of times during our wrestling sessions.
"Fuck me, you have quite the cock there mate", I said.
"It's cause I have a real man's cock" , he replied with a smug grin.
"Bastard, what did you say?" I tackled him onto the floor and grabbed his veiny cock.
"This is tiny compared to my beast" , I lied
He flopped me onto my back and we started wrestling again but I never let go of his cock. He started getting hard in my hand. Ross spent a lot less time with me at the gym now that he had a steady girlfriend and as a result I had become a lot stronger than him and won most of our wrestles. I easily managed to get him off me and pin him face first to the floor. He was taken by surprise and before he could counter my move I pulled his pants off and started doing a crotch lift on him. I grabbed his cock and started to lift him up. He started wiggling his legs and managed to break free resulting in him collapsing on me with his hard cock landing on my face.
I threw him off me and sat on him. I used one hand to lock him hands behind his head and I gripped his cock with my other hand. It felt amazing to have this big man underneath me. While Ross was bigger than me, I was stronger and kept him in place.
I let go of his cock and smacked him, "you horny bitch, why are you hard?" This was playing off to my advantage, I could abuse this man and play if off as being him being the fag with the hard on.
He writhed his body underneath me trying to break free. I had groped his cock many times before but I had never held his bare cock "Get off me you faggot" he shouted. Being called a faggot always drove me over the edge. I pulled both his hands down and held them tightly over his strong stomach and kneeled down to take his massive cock into my mouth.
"Neil, what the fuck are you doing? Stop it."
"You got hard asshole, you know you want this"
I sloppily continued sucking his cock; I could feel his cock pulsing in my mouth. I had waited so long and masturbated so much to this moment. I had Ross fucking Miller's cock in my mouth. I slurped up all his precum. Ross finally stopped struggling from my grasp. I could hear soft moans coming from him. Maybe he was finally giving in, finally enjoying it. Even with his cock in my mouth, I smiled and momentarily relaxed my grip. Ross broke free and flung me off him; he grabbed my collar and punched me square in the jaw. He was about to throw the next punch when I yelled, "Ross, stop please! What are you doing?"
"What the fuck were you doing?" He yelled back, I could see the fury in his eyes; those soft brown eyes contrasted with the way he looked at me, hell bent fury in his eyes.
"How could you be so blind" , he looked up at me in confusion
"I'm gay Ross, and in love with you, I have been in love with you since college"
He looked like he was in utter shock.
He let go of me and fell back onto the couch and signed.
"How could you do this to me Neil? I have a girlfriend" He proclaimed
The guilt of what I had done struck me in the gut, I felt sick. I glanced over at Ross, and took in his perfection. His cock still rock hard and pointing north, his strong legs with a dusting of hair. This was the man I was in love with. This was the man that drove my infatuation to such lengths that it caused me to go deeper and deeper into the closet, all to fit in with him. I loved him, yet I hated him at the same time. Ross was silent and wrapped up in his own thoughts. I could never imagine what was going on his head right now. He probably wanted to kill me. I took one more longing glance at him, at that massive cock, I wanted him so badly. Right then and there, at that moment, I made up my mind. I wanted Ross to fuck me and I wanted him to fuck me now!
I stood up and slowly slid off my shirt and revealed my chiselled chest and abs. I had been working really hard on my body in the gym. He had not seen me shirtless in a while and I was hoping to impress him in the slightest with my body. Ross looked up at me and took my body in yet he looked even more aggravated then before.
"Nothing is going to happen between us, Neil" , he said flatly
I ignored him and continued to take my pants off
"How could you be gay Neil? What about all the girls" the idiot exclaimed.
"I just sucked your cock and you want to know how I could be gay dipshit?"
I slid my underwear off and stroked my raging hard on right in front of to him; I could just stand there and masturbate to the lovely sight in front of me. Just watching him with his hard on could bring me to orgasm.
"I hate you Neil, you lied to me, betrayed me." His voice was laced with venom that struck every string in my heart, "why couldn't you tell me who you were right from the start. I trusted you and let you in, you are like my brother."
"You would have never accepted me" I countered.
"You don't know that"
"I know you Ross, you would have abandoned me."
"You don't deserve my friendship" he spat back
I walked toward my coffee table and bent over it on all fours.
"Punish me Ross; punish me for what I have done to you"
"You're sick"
"Maybe, yet here you sit, with your hard on, you could have left, you could have fought me off, you want this as much as I do"
That seemed to be his tipping point, "shut up fag, you don't know anything" he shouted back at me, he scrambled up from the sofa toward his pants.
"Ross please" I pleaded, "Fuck me, punish me"
"I'm not gay" He shouted again, his anger building even higher "If you were not my best friend I would have killed you for what you have done to me."
"Ross, you have no idea what I have given up to be friends with you, I need you Ross" I said desperately.
He ignored me and proceeded to put his pants on and buckle his belt.
"Please Ross, Don't leave, and just give me this one night. I swear that tomorrow I will resign and leave and I will never bother you again. Just give me this one night."
He stopped for a moment; maybe he actually was considering this so I went on, trying to find any excuse to make him stay.
"I know you the way you try to take your revenge out on me when we wrestle when I got better grades then you at college or more recognition for my work. You want to punish me Ross, I know it."
He grabbed my hair and walked behind me. "You deserved this you freak" He sneered as he took his place behind me. He throws off his shirt and slid his pants and underwear down to his ankles. "You need to be punished fag"
He spat on his cock which not near enough lubrication and entered me roughly, I screamed out in pain.
He brought his hand down sharply on my ass "You enjoying this Neil, you dirty whore"
I just panted heavily and he started thrusting harder and faster in deep long strokes. His massive cock was destroying my ass. He grabbed my shoulders and started ploughing my ass in a frenzy.
My heart panged at the thoughts of leaving Ross. Would I be able to hold true to what I just said, would I really be able to leave the love of my life even if he hated me to the core. I had built my life around everything Ross did. I worshipped him. I needed him.
He suddenly pulled his cock completely out of my asshole and brought me out of my thoughts. He shoved his cock back into my hole hard. At that moment I felt so fulfilled with the love of my life and his beautiful cock buried deep in my hole where it belonged. His dirty talk seemed to get even worse as he started calling me all sorts of profanities. The kind of talk I thought I would never hear leave his mouth. I would not be outdone by this usually placid jock. I spanked my ass even hard then he did to show him the kind of fucking I could take and knowing that he was too far gone I yelled "Fuck me harder faggot, is that all you can do? I have fucked myself harder with my fingers"
He looked down at me with anger in his pure brown eyes and fucked me even harder. He bent his knees slightly and his cock took on a new angle in my ass hitting my prostate perfectly with each stroke. The pleasure was too immense and my cock shot out streams of white cum all over my coffee table. I ground my ass against his cock with each spasm from my body as it spurted out cum. This seemed to be enough to bring Ross over the edge as I felt his cock contract in my ass as he shot several spurts of his jizz into my bowels. Ross collapsed his body onto me. I felt so complete. My moment in heaven was short lived as Ross pulled his cock out of me, buckled up, grabbed his shirt and bolted out of the door.
I guess this was the last act of friendship would have with Ross.
Fuck!
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