Date: Tue, 12 Mar 2024 21:55:34 +0000 (UTC) From: "niftystories@yahoo.com" Subject: Bright Star Chapter 3 Bright Star Chapter 3 -- Caught red-handed It was the next day after my encounter at the porn shop. My hole was still a little sore from the unwanted reaming it had received. I felt stupid that I had allowed myself to get into such a situation in the first place, embarrassed that I had been buttfucked, and shame and humiliated that, after I had adjusted to having a big dick ramming in my butt, I had encouraged him to "Fuck me!" Even more disturbing was realizing my humiliation actually turned me on. I was sitting in Chemistry class that morning, listening to a boring lecture, and found my mind wandering and then focusing on me being bent over in that dark video booth, that big hard dick ramming in and out of my ass with me moaning "Fuck me! Fuck me!" Unconsciously my hand slipped down to my crotch; the realization that I had a raging hard-on shook me from my thoughts. I straightened up in my seat, shook those thoughts from my mind, and looked around nervously to make certain no one else had noticed. A geeky guy with glasses a couple of seats over was staring at me, a lustful smile on his face. He glanced down toward my crotch then back up to my eyes and licked his lips. I scowled and looked back up to the professor, staring intently at the mishmash of notes he had scrawled on the blackboard, suddenly intent on the crap I had already memorized. In your dreams, geek! I thought to myself. I'm not a fucking fag! I made sure I ignored him for the rest of the lecture and hurried out of the classroom afterward to make sure I avoided him. "Fucking faggot pervert," I thought to myself. It made me feel better. In the afternoon, I did my therapy session at the sports center. I had a massage session with JJ Tucker, our star Quarterback and team Captain. He had pulled a hamstring muscle during the season. After he worked out and did his whirlpool therapy I gave him his massage, rubbing and kneading the muscles in his thighs. JJ was a stud, 6'2", 230 pounds. His thigh muscles were enormous; I'd always marveled at how thick and tight his leg muscles were and wished I could have had legs that large. JJ always called me "little buddy" and told me I had a "great touch". As I caressed and kneaded those thick muscles I found myself thinking back to the video booth, bent over, having my butt reamed. I wondered what JJ would think if he knew his "little buddy" intimately massaging his thighs only inches from his package had been on the receiving end of a buttfucking. Would he throw me off and want to beat the shit out of a faggot? Or would he want to bend me over too, forcing what I knew was a long, fat cock up my butt with me moaning with pleasure. I realized I had a raging hard-on again; I was hard as a rock, massaging the naked thighs of a teammate, only inches away from his full, round butt. And I was supposed to be a professional therapist, straight as an arrow. "Stop thinking about this shit!" I screamed to myself, determined to force these thoughts from my mind. "You OK, little buddy" JJ asked suddenly, bringing me back from my internal torment. "Yeah . . . yeah, sure," I assured him. `Why?" "Well, your hands are a little up there, almost on my butt. It's down lower on my thigh where the muscle was torn." I reddened with embarrassment as I realized in my distraction my hands had wandered up, and I was aggressively kneading his muscles just below the large naked butt. I quickly moved my hands back to just above the back of his thighs. "Sorry, man," I muttered. "I guess I wasn't paying attention. I guess I have a lot going on right now. Sorry," I apologized again. "I'll pay closer attention." "No prob," JJ assured me, turning his head to the other side. "You got the touch, little buddy. I just don't need the touch on my butt; it's the ONE thing that never gets hurt," he chuckled. Later that night at the apartment I was on my bed, trying to focus on the chemistry textbook. I was alone; Scott was out on a date with the current girlfriend. He would probably spend the night at her place, banging the daylights out of her. Colin was working at Starbucks; he wouldn't be back until after midnight. My mind kept wandering from chemistry. I kept thinking about the porn shop, about the amazing assortment of dildos, and how the manager had snickered when I told him I was looking for one for my girlfriend. I thought about that dark video booth, the gross film of the slut taking that enormous black cock in her ass, and then my surprise as the manager switched it to the video of the hot blond jock getting his butt plowed, how rock hard his cock was as that huge dick plowed his butt, and about the look of the bliss of his face as he was fucked. I shook those thoughts from my mind and returned to chemistry. My mind wandered to sitting in the classroom, absently mindedly rubbing my hard-on as I thought about my buttfucking, and the look of lust on the face of the geek. Could he have read my mind? Could he possibly know I was thinking about getting buttfucked? My butthole suddenly seemed to be throbbing. I sighed and set aside the chemistry book. Maybe I should check out my butt, and see if the inflammation around my hole was going away. I returned from the bathroom with a hand mirror and bottle of hand cream in hand. Shucking off my shorts, I jumped in bed, adjusting the pillows so I could lean back and expose my butt. Holding the mirror out, I crammed my head to examine my butt. I could see firm round cheeks covered with the dusting of light brown hair. But my hole was hidden inside the dark crevice between my ass cheeks. With an annoyed sigh, I looked around for something to prop the mirror up so my hands would be free. I settled on the chemistry book, propping it open so the mirror had a clear view of my butt. Clenching my cheeks firmly with each hand I pried them apart. There it was, my hole was a puckered, wrinkled little hole in the middle. The skin around the hole looked just a little red, a little puffy. I pried my cheeks apart wider, trying to see inside my hole. The puffy puckered hole opened just enough to see a little bit inside. It seemed OK. Hmmm, I thought. I squeezed a generous amount of hand cream on the index finger of my right hand and rubbed the cream around my hole. The coolness felt soothing and good. I circled my hole, massaging the cream around. My finger slipped inside the hole. Oooh, that felt even better, the coolness of the cream felt soothing inside my hole. I pressed my finger in further, luxuriating in the heat and tightness of the muscles inside my hole parting for my finger, the cool of the cream soothing the walls of my rectum. My knuckle slipped in and still my finger pressed forward. I felt my hand press against my cheeks, my finger unable to press further. In frustration, I jabbed my finger, reaching for something inside I could not reach. My dick began to stir, growing from the stimulation in my hole. I slipped a second finger inside. It went easily, and soon I had both fingers pressed inside as far as they could go, jabbing away in frustration that I could not force them in farther. The cheeks of my face flushed with heat as I realized in private humiliation that I was getting into playing with my ass. My dick was hard as a rock, and I knew I needed more. "Fuck it," I said to myself. "It's time to try out my new toy." I jumped out of bed, flew to my dresser, and fished the dildo out from under the clothes of the bottom drawer where I had hidden it. Jumping back into bed, I squeezed a generous amount of hand cream in my hand and began to massage it onto the dildo. "Shit," I thought, as I worked the hand cream on the 8" dildo. "There's no way that thing is going to fit into my butt". Satisfied I had the dildo covered with as much hand cream as needed, I gripped the handle firmly and pressed the head against my puckered hole. My hole resisted the large intruder, so I pushed harder. My hole parted and the head popped inside. "Aaah!" I groaned at the sudden intrusion, my hole stinging. I held perfectly still, afraid to move the dildo in or out. My hole felt incredibly stuffed. It felt strange, yet my dick seemed to like it as the head glistened with precum. The stinging stopped, and I tried twisting the dildo, rotating it around my hole. "Oooh!" I groaned. That doesn't feel bad at all. I pushed and the dildo slid in further. I pushed more; several inches slipped in further until the increasing girth made my ass-ring burn in discomfort as it was stretched wider and wider. "Ow!" I gasped, and quickly pulled it out an inch. "Aah!" that felt better. I found a rhythm that worked and felt really good -- out an inch, back in two. Out two inches, back in three. Out three inches, back in four. I was groaning with need, and pleasure. When I rammed six inches inside me, the head hit something deep inside me, sending electric shots of pleasure throughout my body. "Oh fuck yeah!" I gasped in excitement. I grabbed my cock and began to jerk it frantically. I thrust the dildo into me lustfully and was surprised when I felt my hand bang against my ass cheeks. "I did it!" I gasped. "I got the whole thing inside me!" I pulled the dildo out most of the way and then rammed it back in. "Oh fuck yeah!" I whispered lustfully. "Fuck me, man, fuck me!" I plowed the dildo wildly in and out of me in blissful abandon, frantically jerking my cock. I felt a load beginning to swell up from my balls. "Fuck me, man, fuck me harder, faster!" I moaned, thinking of the buttfucking I'd received the night before, the waves the pleasure emanating from inside my ass, the load swelling up from my balls. I was rudely brought back to reality by a loud bang on my door as it was flung open, and the glare of the overhead light suddenly clicked on. I opened my tightly clenched eyes to see Scott standing halfway in my room, holding his phone to his face. I was blinded by the sudden flash of the camera as he took a picture, and then several more rapidly. Flash! Flash! Flash! Suddenly he stopped, lowering his phone, and a look of amusement on his face turned to surprise and disbelief. His mouth opened as he gawked at the sight before him -- me lying propped up on my bed, legs spread open, one hand firmly gripping the handle of the dildo shoved most of the way up my ass, my other hand firmly gripping my rock-hard cock. "Dude!" Scott began as he burst into laughter. "Dude!" he repeated, "Like, what the FUCK are you doing, man?" "What the fuck are YOU doing, MOTHERFUCKER!" I shouted back, feeling the blood rushing to my face as I flushed in humiliation. "Get the fuck outta my room!" I shouted. "No way!" Scott laughed, shaking his head in disbelief. "This is too fucking good! Like, what the FUCK are you doing, man?" "What does it look like I'm doing, ASSHOLE? I'm jerking off! Now get the fuck out!" I demanded. "How about some fucking privacy, man?" I looked for something to cover myself with and, releasing my hands from my cock and the dildo, I leaned forward to grab the sheet at the bottom of my bed. As I released my grip on the dildo I felt it began to slide out. As I leaned forward, the handle pressed against the mattress, pushing the dildo back into me. "Umph!" I grunted. I grabbed the sheet and pulled it over me as I leaned back. "Yeah!" Scott laughed. "Jerking off while fucking yourself with man, that looks like one BIG fucking dildo!" he shook his head chuckling. "Like, wow, man. Do you like always jerk off with a dildo crammed up your ass?" "How I fucking jerk off is none of your fucking business, asshole!" I retorted. "How dare you break into my room? I sure as fuck would never break into your room while you're jerking off, or fucking Brynda." I glanced down at the phone in his hand. "And give me that fucking phone; I'm going to delete those shots you took." Scott jerked his hand with the phone back away from, me as if he was afraid I would lunge after it. "Like, Dude," he began. "Your door was partway open; I didn't `break in'. Didn't you fucking hear me come home?" I shook my head. "I came home like, ten minutes ago or so. I saw your door a little open with your little reading light on. It was all quiet; I thought you'd fallen asleep studying or something. Then I came out like five minutes ago to use the bathroom and I hear you moaning and groaning something about `oh, fuck me, man', and I thought `Little fucker is jerking off. I'll take a picture of him for a joke and teach him a lesson to close his fucking door when he's having a jerk.' But, man, I had no fucking idea." He shook his head. "I didn't know you were gay, man." "I'm not fucking gay, you idiot" I retorted. I felt the dildo sliding out of my ass. I debated what to do; I didn't want it to get on my sheets and get the greasy cream all over. But I wasn't about to uncover myself and do anything in front of Scott. I flinched as it popped out of my ass and onto the bed. Scott shook his head. "I don't know, man. Jerking off while fucking yourself with one big fucking dildo . . . . Sounds a little gay to me, don't you think?" "I'm not fucking gay you idiot!" I repeated. "I was just, just curious, curious about what it would feel like." "I don't know, man" Scott laughed. "I've been curious about sex since I was like 10 years old. But, I've never been curious about what it would feel like to fuck myself with a huge fucking dildo!" "Are you going to get the fuck out?" I demanded. Scott shook his head. "I think we need to talk about this, man." I sighed. "What the fuck are you doing home anyway?" I asked. "I thought you were going to Brynda's. I figured you'd be there all night banging her." "Yeah, that's what I figured, too" he sighed. "Then I get over to her place and she springs her fucking period on me. So, I say `Fine, give me some fucking head then'. She got all pissed off, telling me I just use her for sex. We got into a big fucking fight. When I told her she could at least give me a hand job, she told me to get the fuck out." Man, I'm so horned up, I'm ready to fuck anything." I suddenly realized Scott was rubbing his crotch as he spoke. I glanced down and was surprised to see a considerable bulge. "He's getting a fucking hard-on!" I thought to myself. "He's fucking getting a hard-on! He sure as hell doesn't think I would do anything with him". "So, like, what does it feel like?" Scott asked, taking me from my thoughts. I looked up at him, embarrassed as I realized he was watching me stare at his crotch. "Huh?" I asked. "What does it feel like?" he repeated. "What does it feel like to . . . ugh . . . to have a big rubber dick in the ass?" "It was my first fucking time!" I retorted, flushing in embarrassment. "So, what did it feel like?" he repeated. "You seemed to be really getting off on it." I sighed in frustration. "Well . . . . it feels pretty weird at first . . . . and then . . . . well, you get kind of used to it. It does something to your prostrate that really gets you horned up." I admitted. I was shocked when Scott set the phone down and suddenly lunged forward and ripped the sheet covering me from my grasp. He quickly surveyed the sight before him -- my legs spread open, my still rock-hard cock jutting up, the dildo lying on the bed between my legs. He grabbed the dildo by the handle and held it up, examining it. "Phew!" he exclaimed. "This thing is fucking huge. I can't believe you get all this inside you! And" glancing down at me, "you're still totally boned, dude," he added. "Come on, Scott!" I groaned, trying to cover my hard-on with my hands. "Will you just leave me the fuck alone?" "So, do you, like . . . have sex with other guys?" Scott asked suddenly. "I told you I'm not fucking gay you idiot!" I angrily exclaimed. Scott arched his eye, looking intently into my eyes. So, you've never had sex with a guy? You've never let a guy screw you in the ass?" "No!" I assured him. "I've never had sex with a guy; I've never been screwed in the ass!" Memories of my rape flashed through my mind. "Well . . . not really . . ." Scott arched his eyebrow higher, looking more intently into my eyes. "Well . . . not really . . ." I repeated. "Well . . . . Well . . . I . . . uh . . . last night . . . ." I stuttered. I squirmed under Scott's intense stare. "All right!" I exclaimed. "I was fucking raped! I was raped last night by a creep!" "Whoa!" Scott breathed in shock. "You were fucking raped?" I nodded my head slowly in guilt. "Who? How?" Scott demanded. "Did you report it to the police?" "Fuck no! I'm not going to the police and tell them some fucking guy raped me and fucked me in the ass!" I assured him. "So, what the fuck happened?" Scott insisted. "How did you get fucking raped?" I sighed, looked away, and then back to Scott's insistent stare. "All right!" I said, conceding defeat. I told Scott about being curious about a dildo, stopping at the porn shop, buying the dildo and butt plug, and the guy locking the front door on me and then taking me back to the video arcade booth and raping me. I left out the part about it not hurting after a while. As I told the story, I looked down in shame, unable to look Scott in the eyes. When I finished, I looked back up at him. Scott burst into laughter. "I don't think it's very fucking funny to be raped!" I shouted angrily. Scott shook his head, still laughing. "I don't know, man. You decide you need to buy some dildos and plug things to use when you get off, stop at a porn shop, ask the clerk for advice on which ones do what for you, and go back into some dark booth with him with the store all locked up, and you're surprised when he comes on to you and wants to dick you in the ass?" He shook his head again, chuckling. "I wouldn't go rushing off to Metro and report it as a rape. They'd laugh you out of the fucking station." "Last time I checked, No still means No!" I retorted. "Dude!" Scott began, "You've got to be more fucking careful. You need to be more careful about getting yourself into situations like that." I was shocked when Scott tossed the dildo onto the bed, peeled off his t-shirt, and began to fumble with his belt. "What the fuck are you doing?" I demanded. "I told you I was all horned up, ready to fuck anything" he replied casually, as he stripped off his pants and then his under-shorts, revealing a raging hard-on. I stared in wide-eyed shock at his 7" rock-hard cock. I'd never seen his cock hard before. "I need some pussy tonight, and it looks like the only pussy I'm going to get is looking at me. You were obviously enjoying that dildo up your ass, I'm going to fuck you". "The hell you are!" I spat out, tearing my eyes from his cock to his face. I'm not having sex with you!" "Oh fine!" Scott exclaimed in a voice feigning hurt. "You give it up for some creep in a porn shop, but won't help out your roommate in need, your best buddy. Some friend you are!" "I told you he fucking raped me!" I insisted. "I don't want to have sex with you because you are my friend, my roommate. I mean, uh, I don't want to have sex with anyone . . . I mean . . . with any guy, but I sure don't want to have sex with a friend, a roommate. I mean, how could we be friends after . . . . we did something like that? What would you think about me?" "I'd think you were a good buddy who helped me out when I was in need" he assured me. I shook my head firmly. "No fucking way" I assured him. "You know . . ." began slowly, "it sure would be embarrassing if those pictures I took of you with the dildo in your ass made it on the internet, and some of our friends saw them . . ." The blood drained from my face. "You fucking bastard!" I shouted angrily. "Come on, man," Scott said quietly, rubbing and pulling his hard dick as he stared intently at my ass. "Just this once. I'm really horned, and I really wanna try fucking you in the ass. I tried talking a couple of chicks into it, and they told me I was sick. I talked Brynda into it once, but I just got the head inside when she started `Oh, stop! It hurts! Take it out!" Scott mimicked the last part in an artificially high voice. "We both know you like something in your ass, and my dick's nowhere as big as that dildo; you won't have any problem taking me up the ass. Although you know what they say -- it ain't the meat, it's the motion" he added with a wink. "I can't believe you're trying to blackmail me into letting you do it to me" I protested, my voice and resolve softening. "C'mon, man, just this once" Scott pleaded. "Just this once. No one will ever know, I swear! And I'll leave my phone here with you and you can delete everything." I sighed. "So how do you want to do this?" I asked quickly before I could change my mind. "Missionary style, dude!" Scott gushed, as he began to climb in bed with me. "I wanna watch your face while we do it!" Scott grabbed the bottle of skin lotion, squeezed out a large glob, and began to work it onto his dick. "Lift your legs" he instructed. With a sigh, I twisted and squirmed to settle on my back in the bed. With trepidation, I lifted my legs, bending my knees, exposing my now vulnerable backside to Scott. "You do have a cute little ass, dude" Scott whispered admiringly. "it kinda looks like a girl's ass" he added, causing me to grimace in embarrassment. "But, oh man! Totally gross, man!" Scott said suddenly. "What?" I gasped, "What is it?" My face flushed with embarrassment as I thought maybe my ass was shitty. . or bloody, from using the dildo. "It's your dick, man" Scott exclaimed. "Like, dude -- you are totally boned. I mean, I'm happy for you that your dick is happy to see me, but your hard-on is staring at me right in the face, and it's kinda gross. Sorry man, I'm just not into dick." "Fine!" I said in a tone of insult, as I flushed in embarrassment with the realization I did have a raging hard-on, and Scott had misunderstood it, thinking I was actually turned on by all this. "Fine!" I repeated, lowering my legs. "Let's just forget this whole bullshit!" I looked between my knees to see Scott thinking. "Roll over!" he exclaimed. "Just roll over on your stomach and I'll fuck you from behind!". I sighed and complied, rolling over. "That's better" Scott whispered hoarsely, "now spread your legs". I did as I was told. "Ah yeah, that's it. You got such a cute little ass. I'm really going to enjoy this, and I bet you're going to like it too". I flushed in embarrassment. "Thanks a lot, man" I muttered sarcastically. "Oh, I bet you'll be thanking me alright" he assured me confidently. "You're going to love this!" He gripped his dick, lined it up to my puckered hole, and pressed forward. "Ummph!" I grunted as the head of his cock slipped past my ring. I expected him to pause, but he continued to press forward, his dick sliding steadily inward until I felt his bush press against my ass. "Umph!" I grunted again, fully impaled by his shaft. "Fuckin' A, man" Scott whispered hoarsely. "You took it all in one shot. I knew you could. Man, it feels fucking great! All hot and tight around my cock. How does it feel for you, man?" "It feels like I have a dick in the ass" I replied unenthusiastically, slightly uncomfortable at the feeling of fullness in my ass. "Yeah?" Scott breathed hoarsely. "Well, let's see what it feels like to have a dick fucking you in the ass." He pulled halfway out and slammed back into me. "Umph!" I grunted. "Umph! Oh! Oooooh!" I grunted as he began to fuck me, every hard, deep thrust of his pole into me eliciting a guttural groan. "You digging this, man?" he asked softly. "I . . . I . . . it . . ." I began to answer, searching for the words. I was beginning to like it, as the sensation of being impaled with his rock began to emanate from inside me. But I didn't want Scott to know that. "I . . . I . . . . I," I repeated. "I . . . Oh my God!" I gushed suddenly, as Scott pulled nearly all the way out and then slammed back into, his cock ramming into my prostate square on, sending waves of bliss throughout my body. "You OK, man?" Scott asked with concern, pausing his thrusting. "It's my prostate!" I gasped. "Your dick rammed into my prostate." "Does it hurt?" he asked. "It hurts . . . in a good way" I grunted. "It's why guys can get into having something in their ass." The words of the porn shop jerk echoed in my mind `It's like a little boy clit, buried inside.' But I couldn't say those words to Scott. "It feels really . . . hot to have your prostate massaged." "Well, let's massage that fucker some more, dude!" Scott gushed as he began a furious assault on my ass. Bam! Bang Bam! His cock banged into my ass, aiming for the place he'd hit before. Slap! Slap! Slap! His thighs and groin slammed into my ass with every thrust. His balls swung wildly back and forth as he rutted like a mad bull into the boy cunt beneath him. "Ah! Oh! Ugh! Oooh!" I grunted under him with every rut of his pole plunging deep inside me. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" I gasped each time his cock jabbed into the hard nut inside me, my entire body rocked with waves of pleasure. I reached for my cock under me, to massage it and milk the cum swelling in my balls. Scott saw me reaching for my cock. "You like it, don't you?" he asked huskily. I hesitated and then nodded silently. "Is this what you want, babe?" he asked. He pulled his cock back full length and rammed it into my prostate. "Fuck!" I gasped. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck me!" I grunted as his cock rammed into me over and over. I really meant the `Fuck me' as `I'm fucked' in response to rough assault invading my insides. Scott took it the other way. "You like it, babe? Is this what you want, babe" he asked as he rammed his cock full length into me. "Tell me that you like it; tell me you like me fucking you," he breathed as thrust his shaft into me over and over and over. I tried to resist, but gave in to it "Yeah, I like it" I whispered hoarsely. I thought of the words the porn shop clerk said to me. "You've got my ass all fired up and hot for it. Get off me a bit, I want to get up on my knees so I can jerk my cock and you can fuck me doggy style". I got up on my knees and reached for my cock. Scott's cock remained in me, and I squeezed it tightly with my ass muscles. I yielded to the need swelling inside me. "Now fuck me man!" "Fuck me, fuck me, man! Yeah, I like it, I want it! Fuck me hard!" I demanded, as I jerked my cock. "Oh yeah?" Scott whispered. "How bad do you want it?" he teased, as a smile crept onto his face. "Tell me how bad you want it. "Fucker!" I cursed him. And then yielded completely to what was happening to me. "I want it bad," I confessed. "Real bad. Give it to me, please? Fuck me hard, give me all you got, fuck the livin' daylights outta me!". "You got it, man" Scott assured me. Sweating bodies pressed against one another, grunts and groans of need and pleasure and delight filled the next ten minutes. I felt the cum swelling from my balls as I could began to feel the nut I needed so desperately. "You're going to cum, aren't you?" Scott breathed hoarsely. I nodded. "You're going to cum from me fucking you in the ass, aren't you?" I nodded again. "Just keep fucking me like that and I'm going to blow my load". "You got it, babe," Scott said simply, thrusting full force into me. I humped my ass backward to receive him, desperate to get as much of his cock inside me. I humped my ass backward to meet his every thrust, like the cheap whore he had turned me into. The tempo of Scott's fucking changed from long, forceful thrusts to short, quick, furious jabs, each one hitting my prostate square on. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" I gasped in bliss as the waves of my climax rocked through my body and my cum gushed out of my cock as it convulsed, cum spurting out onto my bed. "Gonna do it, babe! Gonna nut" Scott panted as he rutted into me frantically. "Gonna cream inside, you, babe, gonna breed you, and make you my bitch" his panting and grunting reaching a crescendo. "Oh FUCK YEAH!" he shouted, as gush after gush of his hot cum filled my insides. He collapsed on top of me. We both lay still as our breathing subsided. "Phew!" Scott sighed when he finally climbed off me. He wiped his dick clean with my sheets. He looked around for his clothes and began to climb into his shorts. "That was hot! Man, I needed that!" He looked into my eyes, smiling slightly. "You throw one hell of a fuck, man!" he said as he fastened his shorts and reached for his shirt. I looked away, unable to look him in the eyes as my embarrassment grew, thinking of the things he'd made me say, and how I gave in to the feelings within me as my best buddy fucked me like a bitch. "Don't get me wrong" I heard him say. "I think I'll stick to pussy for the main course, but I sure know where to come looking for pussy next time Brynda throws her fucking period on me." My face reddened deeply as I continued to look away. "I'll see you tomorrow, man," he said, and then I heard the door close. I got up, went to the bathroom, and cleaned myself. "Shit, this is getting fucked up!" I said to myself with a sigh as I climbed into bed. "I never wanted sex with guys, and now I've been fucked in the ass twice in as many days, and now Scott thinks I . . Fuck! He knows I like it. This shit has got to stop!" I assured myself. "If Scott ever tries this shit again, I'm just going to say `No fucking way!'" I clicked the light off and settled into my bed. I sat bolt upright as I remembered. I clicked on the light. "Fuck!" I grunted, banging my fist on the bed. The phone was gone. "Scott took his fucking phone, mother fucker!" I banged my fist on the bed over and over in frustration. "If those pictures ever get out I'm one fucked duck!" I sighed in exasperation. And then it dawned on me: Scott could use the threat of posting those pics to get me to let him fuck me again. Well, I'm not going to be his side piece of ass, I won't let him do that to me again! Eventually, I clicked off the light and drifted off into a fitful night's sleep.