Date: Fri, 30 Oct 2015 17:58:14 +0000 (UTC)
From: hankbrookscc@comcast.net
Subject: Playing Games with a Straight Guy

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		     Playing Games with a Straight Guy


"Fucking son-of-a-bitch, I hate his guts." Max Brewer took another swig of
his beer, and continued his tirade.  "The bastard gives me all the worst
assignments, because I'm gay.  He doesn't come right out with it, but when
he's assigning stories to cover, I get the ladies' garden parties, and my
co-workers get the juicy murder and sex stories.  I know what he's up to.
There's always a smirk on his face when he hands me an assignment."

"Why don't you quit?"  Curt Sommerville asked.  Curt was Max's best friend,
and once, when they were both stewed, they were fuck buddies.  It had never
happened again, drunk or sober.  They were like brothers, and it was just
too weird for both of them to have sex together.  Strangely, they had done
a few three-ways together, and that didn't seem to bother them at all.

"It's too soon," Max answered.  I want to build up my resume a little.
Maybe after I finish my novel, I might quit then."

"How do you know the guy picks on you because you're gay?  Maybe he just
doesn't like you?"  Curt was trying to make his buddy feel better, in a
back-handed sort of way.

"If you could hear his anti-gay rhetoric, you would agree with me.  I'm
certain that it's my sexual orientation that irks him, but he's very
careful not to be so overt that I could accuse him of anything."

"Maybe you could try having a talk with him," Curt wasn't giving up.

"He would just deny everything, and worse, he might tell me that my work
isn't good enough for better story assignments."

Suddenly Curt broke out laughing.  "Why don't you offer to give him a blow
job?  You could point out that it is a universally accepted maxim that gay
guys give the best blow jobs.  Even a straight man couldn't get turned off
by the anticipation of a first rate blow job."

"He would most certainly turn it down, and things would get worse," Max
mused.  "If I had a chance to show him how good I could make him feel, it
would have to be without his knowledge and consent.  Even if he loved it,
when it was over, he could accuse me of rape."

"He couldn't do that if he didn't know who was giving him the blow job,"
Curt continued to press the issue.

"Are you volunteering?" Max asked.

"Maybe.  What does he look like?"

"He's very good looking.  Actually, when I first met him, I was very
attracted to him.  If I didn't hate him so much, I could go for him myself,
especially since he's single.  He's six feet even, and built.  I found out
he works out at Duffy's gym three or four evenings a week.  He's got green
eyes, and dimples when he smiles, which is a rare thing for him to do.  I
happened to get a glimpse of his junk in the men's room one day.  He's cut,
and I could tell he's well endowed, but it's hard to figure his
measurements by viewing a half exposed cock."

"We could grab him when he leaves the gym some evening.  We'd wear masks,
and we could take him to my apartment," Curt grinned.  We could both suck
him, and when he's hard we could shove his cock up one or both our asses,
until he cums.  He'd love it.  I'd do all the talking, Max, so he'd know
we're guys.  You could stay as quiet as a deaf mute.  When we're done with
him, I'd make him admit how good it felt.  We could drop him off in the
park somewhere, and take off."

"I'd make him shower before we let him loose, so there would be no DNA."

Curt laughed.  "Do you think that he would dare to report that he'd been
raped to the police?  He'd be too fucking embarrassed to do that, but it
wouldn't hurt to put him under the shower, just in case."

"But you're missing the point," Max said.  "I don't want us to rape him.  I
want us to have good sex with him, so that he thoroughly enjoys it."  They
both laughed at the possible scenario they had created, and in the days to
come, they forgot all about it.

Max's boss, Gary Grayson, seemed to get harder and harder on Max with each
passing day.  He blue penciled his articles so severely, that there was
little left of Max's original stories.

One day, in sheer desperation, Max asked his boss why he hated him so much.

"Because you're a fucking cocksucker," Gary spat out.  There was venom in
his voice.

Max was shocked.  "Yes," he said, "I'm a cocksucker.  I'll always be a
cocksucker, and you'll always be an ignorant bigot."

"Why don't you quit," Gary suggested, and his eyes narrowed into a slit.

"No way.  I wouldn't give you the satisfaction.  You'll have to fire me,
and I'll sue you and the newspaper.  I'd have the pleasure of taking you
down with me."

"You couldn't prove anything."

"Maybe, maybe not, but I'd severely taint you and the paper.  You'd lose
every gay reader in the city"

"Get out of my office.  You disgust me."

"The feeling is mutual."

That evening, Max called Curt.  Without any hemming and hawing, he said,
"Remember what you suggested we do to my boss?"

"Yes.  Are you considering it?"

"I have considered it.  I want to do it.  Let's start planning our little
caper this weekend."

"You're on, buddy.  This is going to be fun."

Curt and Max discreetly followed Gary around every evening after work for
nearly three weeks.  At the end of the orientation period, they were
familiar with all his routines, and began to make plans.

Gary went to the gym three or four nights a week.  His gym nights varied,
except for Fridays.  He always went on Friday.  After working out or not,
he went directly home. Once he got home, he stayed there.  He didn't seem
to have any social life at all.  Given his mean disposition, Max was not
surprised in the least.

He always left the gym at approximately 10 PM.  The parking lot was in the
rear of the gym, and he always left through the back door.  The lot was
nearly deserted at that hour.  Max and Curt agreed that the following
Friday would be the perfect time to execute their plan.

Max kept having second thoughts about what he was about to do, but that
Friday Gary was particularly cruel in belittling his work.  He made up his
mind to go through with it.

Shortly before 10 PM, Max and Curt hid behind Gary's car.  When they saw
him approaching the car, they pulled down their knit hats, covering their
faces.  They had cut eye holes in the caps.  They ran around the car, and
approached Gary from the rear.  They both grabbed him, immobilizing the
man, and Max placed an ether soaked rag on his face.  Gary passed out in
seconds, and they loaded him into Curt's car.  Max found Gary's car keys in
his hand.

He drove Gary's car to his house, and parked in his driveway.  They wanted
neighbors to think that Gary was home.  Curt followed him there.  Max threw
the car keys through the mail slot in the front door, and got in the back
seat of Curt's car.  They drove to Curt's apartment, which was located in a
very gay section of town.  Curt's parking lot was deserted also.  They
pulled Gary out of the car, and headed toward the apartment building,
supporting him under each arm.

They met one neighbor in the lobby, while they were waiting for the
elevator.  He was leaving the building.  They never had to say a word.  The
neighbor said it all.  "Some guys should never drink," he said.  "He's as
drunk as a skunk."

"You got that right," Curt said.  "He certainly can't drive, so I'm putting
him up for the night."

As the neighbor departed, he started to laugh.  "Remember," he said, "it's
unethical to fuck a guy while he's drunk."  He kept laughing so hard at his
own joke, they could hear him laughing until the lobby door closed behind
him.

Once inside Curt's apartment, they stripped Gary down to his birthday suit,
and tied him to the bed.  They blindfolded him and taped his mouth so he
couldn't scream.  He was on his back, and when the guys saw his dick they
drooled.  He was flaccid at the moment.  As Max had correctly observed he
was cut, but they were unprepared for what they now saw.  Gary had to be at
least six inches flaccid.  That was nice enough, but neither man had ever
seen a fatter cock.

"Are you really going to take that monster up your ass?" Curt asked.

"I want to more than ever, and I'll tell you one better.  After he cums, I
want to turn him over and fuck him.  Why should he have all the fun?"

"Okay by me.  We'll both fuck him."

Just then Gary moaned, and shifted his body.  In his stupor he realized
that he was virtually immobile, and he started to strain at his bindings.

Curt raised his finger to his lips indicating that it was time for Max to
be silent.  The two men stripped naked.  Curt crawled between Gary's spread
legs, and started to suck his cock.  Gary had showered before leaving the
gym, and he smelled delicious to Curt.  At first he stroked up and down the
underside.  Then he started swathing Gary's crown.  Gary showed no signs of
erecting, so Curt took his cock into his mouth.  He could only get about a
half of it in.  He ran his tongue in feather like strokes up and down the
shaft, while his tongue pumped like a beating heart.

Watching all this aroused Max, and he started to kiss Gary's neck.  He
tickled Gary's ears with his tongue, and then he pinched his nipples with
his lips.  He forgot for the moment that he was caressing the man he hated
most in the world.  He didn't realize that he was making love to him. He
was acting on pure instinct, wanting to give his partner as much pleasure
as possible.

His sensual actions aroused Gary, and he began to get hard.  He started to
sigh and his butt began to move up and down in a fucking motion.  Curt
stopped sucking immediately, and Max looked at him quizzically.  Curt
pointed to Gary's balls, and Max could see that they had hardened and
constricted.

"After he calms down, let's switch, Duke," Curt said.  Max had to laugh.
Duke was the name of the dog Curt owned when they were kids.  They waited a
few minutes, and noticed that Gary did not lose his erection.  Max went
down on him, but stopped rather quickly.  Gary was ready to shoot.

When Max stopped sucking his cock, Gary moaned loudly.  He obviously needed
to cum, and his captors were torturing him.  While he was suffering, Max
and Gary put a condom on his vibrating dick.  His moaning got louder.  They
greased their asses and the condom, and Max went first.

He straddled his captive boss, lowered himself slowly, enduring the searing
pain of the oversized cock, and got all of it into him.  He could actually
feel Gary growing even bigger inside of him.  He sat on Gary without moving
until all the pain was gone.  Then he pumped up and down a few times, got
up, and relinquished his post to Curt.

Curt hurt even more than Max had, but he finally got Gary in to the hilt.
It only took Gary two or three pumps of Curt's body and he shot his load.
He couldn't scream, but his groans told the tale.  The two criminals stood
over him until he calmed down.

"Nice wasn't it?" Curt asked.  "I'll bet you enjoyed it."

Gary didn't move.  There were tears in his eyes, but the two captors could
not see it.  They didn't have to wonder if Gary was crying tears of joy, or
tears of fear and dismay.

Suddenly Gary felt a cold rag on his nose.  He recalled the moments before
he lost consciousness, and he passed out again.  This time they only left
the rag on a few seconds, just enough to turn him over and retie him.

They put on condoms, greased their cocks and Gary's ass.  "Are you awake?"
Curt asked.  Gary nodded, and was rewarded with Curt's hard cock entering
his ass.  He tried to scream, but of course he couldn't.  Curt started to
pump, and he began to rub against Gary's prostate.  Gary began to sigh with
pleasure, and Max smiled at Gary's unseeing eyes, just as Curt unloaded his
cum into the condom.

Max took Curt's place.  He entered slowly.  He didn't want to hurt Gary.
He wanted him to experience the joy of gay sex.  He took his time before
starting to stroke, and when he did, he came even faster than Curt had.

"I don't know about Gary," Curt said, but I had a ball.  That was one hot
sex session.  What do you think, Duke?"

Max smiled at Curt and nodded strenuously.  They gave Gary another small
dose of ether, untied him and took him into the shower with them.  They
dried and dressed him carefully.  Max's boss slept fitfully through all of
this.  His face was contorted.

It was now the middle of the night, and they didn't encounter another
living soul while getting Gary back in Curt's car.  They took him home,
found his house keys in his trousers, and deposited him on his own bed,
fully dressed.  Curt dropped Max off at home, and the adventuresome night
was over.

Max was sure they had pulled it off without Gary being able to identify
them.  He couldn't wait to get to work on Monday.  He slept well, secure in
the knowledge that he and Curt had accomplished a successful caper.  The
next day was Saturday and he fully intended to sleep in.  Alas, it was not
to be.  At precisely 7 AM, his land phone rang.  It rang several times
before he was awake enough to pick up the handset.

"Hello," he said hoarsely, and hardly above a whisper.

"Max," a familiar voice said, "it's Gary Grayson."  That woke Max up quick
enough.  He was in full panic mode, but he came to his senses quickly, and
decided to play dumb, and take the offensive.

"What the fuck do you want?  Are you going to begin to torture me on
weekends at home now?"

"No, Max, I swear.  It's nothing like that, but I have to see you.
Something has happened to me."

"Why would you possibly think I can help you with whatever it is?"

"Because you're gay, and I need the perspective of a gay man."

"Did you have gay sex?  Do you want to switch teams?  Do you want me to
teach you how to be gay?  Forget about it.  You can't learn to be gay.  You
are born gay, and no lessons are necessary."

"Please Max.  You've got the wrong idea.  I really need to talk to you.
Could you meet me for breakfast in an hour at Jimmy's Diner, around the
corner from the office?"

Max wanted very much to say no, but he had to know what Gary remembered
from last night, and if he suspected him at all.  He reluctantly agreed to
meet his boss.

Max grew frightened when he saw his boss.  He had black bags under his
eyes, and he looked ten years older.  His hair was uncombed and he was
unshaven.  Gary was usually meticulous in his appearance.

"Good God," Max said.  "You look like you were hit by a truck."

"Not a truck, but I was mugged by two huge guys."

Max smiled to himself.  He and Curt were hardly huge men.  "Wow, have you
reported it to the police?  Did they hurt you?" Max asked out of real
concern.

"That's the crazy part.  They didn't hurt me at all, and they didn't take
any money or credit cards.  I didn't go to the police for that reason and
for one other."

"One other?" Max repeated innocently.

"Yes, and that's what I want to talk to you about."

"Well, I'm here, so talk."

"Let's order breakfast first," Gary mumbled in a vain attempt to delay the
moment when he would tell Max that he had been violated.

When the waiter left with their order, Gary looked down at his hands which
were in his lap.  "They raped me," he said.

"What?" Max screeched, acting out his utter disbelief.  "Good God.  I can
see why you would be too ashamed to go to the police, but it is the right
thing to do.  You should go.  There might be DNA evidence on your body, or
on your clothing."

"They used condoms, and bathed me afterwards.  I doubt there is forensic
evidence.  Besides, I don't want to have them arrested."

"Why not.  If I was raped I'd want the bastards punished."

"Well that's the point.  I don't think that rape is the right word to
describe what happened.  They were gentle with me.  We actually had sex.  I
almost felt as if at least one of them was making love to me.  He kept
kissing my neck and my ears and my nipples."

"Wow," Max said.  "I'm not a shrink, but I have to ask?  How did that make
you feel?"

Gary was silent for a long time.  Max was about to ask him once more how he
felt, when Gary looked into his eyes, and said, "I wanted more.  I didn't
want it to end."

Now it was Max who was speechless.  After another long silence, he said,
"That's crazy Gary.  A straight man can't turn gay by having sex with
another man.  He may enjoy the carnal part of it, but only a woman could
meet his emotional needs.  I could have sex with a woman if properly
aroused, but it wouldn't ever be something I could do with passion, or even
love."

"That's the point, Max.  I realized during all the sex activity that I was
growing passionate, and I felt like telling them that I wanted to be
involved, but my mouth was taped and I couldn't do it.  I wanted to thank
them for freeing me."

"Freeing you?  What do you mean?"

Gary took Max's hand and held it between both of his.  Max was shocked, but
decided not to do anything about it.

"Let me explain," Gary said.  "In my younger years, I was a BMOC in high
school and college.  I was on several sports teams, and I had earned
several letters.  The girls were all over me, and I had more than a few
chances to fuck some of them.  I actually tried twice, and I couldn't
perform, so I went down on them, and got them off, so they wouldn't tell
anyone that I couldn't get it up for them.

"On the other hand, in the locker room, I had to fight getting hard.  I
began to suspect that I was gay.  The idea so revolted and frightened me,
that I became homophobic.  As a result, at thirty-five, I am still a
virgin.  Until last night I had not ever had sex with a woman or a man."

"Wow," was all Max could say.

"Those two guys opened my eyes to the joy I was missing.  I don't know who
they were, or if I was a random victim, or targeted.  I don't care.  I'm
not going to hide who I am anymore."

"That's commendable," Max said facetiously, and with relief.  Gary didn't
know who his assailants were.  "I still don't see how you think I can help
you?"

"I could lie and say that I need a friend, that I need you to mentor me,
but I'm not going to do that.  I'm going to lay all my cards on the table,
and confess something to you."

Now Max was frightened.  Did Gary suspect that it was he who raped him?
No!  He didn't rape him.  He made love to him.  He wanted to run from the
restaurant, but at the same time he desperately needed to hear what Gary
had to say.

"When I interviewed you for the job, I was very impressed with your resume
and your accomplishments," Gary continued.  "About a month after you
started, you candidly mentioned to a co-worker that you were gay.  I
overheard you, and I panicked.  You see, by that time I was madly in love
with you.  I kept fighting my feelings.  You frightened me so much, Max.
Now, knowing you were gay made it worse.  I did everything I could to make
you hate me, and to make you quit, but you wouldn't give in.  You fought my
meanness, and I have to admire you for that.

"Every day, I wanted you more, and I grew more and more terrified of my
feelings.  Last night changed my life.  I don't want to hide myself in a
closet anymore.  I want to get out of my house.  I want to love and be
loved, and I want to beg you, Max, to join me in my journey of discovery.
Give me a chance to show you how much I love you."

Max was too stunned to say anything.  His mind was working overtime.  He
thought back to last night.  Why had he kissed Gary at all?  There was no
need.  Did he maybe have feelings for his boss, which were clouded by the
awful way Gary treated him?  His kisses had signaled to Gary that one of
the rapists was making love to him.  To say that he was in turmoil would be
an understatement.

Finally Gary begged, "Please say something.  I'm going crazy here.  I've
just bared my soul to you.  Say something please."

Max could not speak.  Gary was still holding his hand, so he squeezed
Gary's hand, and smiled in his eyes.  Just then their breakfast was served.
They ate in silence, but every so often their eyes met, and they smiled at
each other.  Max could not believe that he was beginning to feel pangs of
love for a man he hated above all others just an hour ago.  He accepted the
fact that his love was growing when he realized that Gary had explained
away his animosity.

Finally, when the waiter brought over the check, Max got his voice back.
"I have a simple question," he said. "Your place or mine?"

"I'm closer," Gary smiled.  "Follow me home."

"In the foyer of Gary's house, they fell into each other's arms, and kissed
passionately.  Gary grabbed Max's hand and literally dragged him to his
bedroom, where they stripped rapidly.

"Lie down on your back," Max said.  "I'm going to do all the work, and I
want you to take notes."  Gary laughed.  As soon as he was lying prone in
bed, Max fell on top of him.  He started to kiss his way down Gary's body.
As soon as Max's tongue tickled Gary's ear, and then his neck, Gary knew
who had made love to him last night.

A few minutes later, when Max was sucking his cock, Gary said, "Please let
me fuck you later.  This time I need to participate in this love session.
I don't want you to do all the work."

"Do you really expect me to let you shove that monster up my ass?" Max
laughed.

"Yes, I do.  You did it last night, and you can do it now, and forever and
ever."

Max jumped up and lay side by side with Gary.  He was ashen white.  "How
did you know?" he asked.

"When you began to kiss me, I knew.  I swear I didn't know until then."

"You don't hate me?"

"I told you that if I knew who did it to me, I'd want to thank them.  Thank
you, Max, or should I say Duke?  Thank your friend also.  Now, I'd really
like to suck your cock.  It will be a first for me."

"Before you do, I want to thank you as well.  Last night when I was having
sex with you, I also realized I had real feelings for you in spite of
everything.  I also realized that I was making love to you, not having sex.
That's why I felt the need to kiss you.  Your mouth was taped so I went for
the jugular, so to speak."

Max and Gary turned toward each other.  Their arms entwined each other,
their cocks rubbed together, and they kissed passionately.

"I've been a jerk for so many years," Gary said.  "I can't afford to waste
any more time.  Please, Love, let's stop talking and make love with each
other."  With that he moved down and took Max's entire cock into his mouth.

At that precise moment they began to live the lifetime of love which lay
ahead of them.