FRIDAY'S SURPRISE - Fiction by BN
It was Friday night and I was on my way over to Jim's house. He and I
had been friends for a couple months, and enjoyed each other's company
a great deal. Jim didn't know that I was gay, or at least I hadn't
told him. Well, I resolved that it was time to tell Jim how I felt
about him..., that I wanted to be more than a friend, and that if he
doesn't want any part of it, then I would still be his friend.
I arrived at Jim's house, and the evening started out with a couple
of drinks (as usual). We were both sitting on the couch, sipping on
a glass of rum, when I told him how I felt. We just looked each
other in the eyes for a few seconds without a word, and then he got up
and extended his hand, leading me to his bedroom. I was filled with
excitement and anticipation of what was to come. But I didn't get
quite what I had expected.
Once we entered the bedroom, he slid his arms around me from behind
and began unbuttoning my shirt. He nuzzled his head against my neck
and shoulders, and once my shirt was opened, he pulled it off, sliding
it down my back and off my arms. Just before he had removed it
completely, he stopped for a moment, and the next thing I felt was
handcuffs around my wrists! The shirt fell the rest of the way as he
spun me around to face him. My own cock was rock hard and straining
against my jeans as he stared me in the eyes and began removing his
clothes. Only his dark blue jockey briefs remained, stretched by a
clearly outlined erect tool, when he grabbed my shoulders, pushed me
to my knees, and said, "So you like other men, is that right? Well,
then... suck my cock for a while. That is what you guys like to do,
isn't it?" My thoughts raced... was Jim gay? or was he straight,
looking for a few thrills at my expense?. My wrists strained against
the handcuffs as I leaned forward and started to pull down his shorts
with my teeth... I worked my teeth around his shorts as I basked in
the smell of his hot and sweaty crotch and ass. I was finally able to
pull his jockeys completely down and Jim stepped out of them.
I raised myself back up on my knees in front of him and saw his
beautiful uncut cock staring right at me. Without any further
encouragement, I leaned forward and slid his knobby head into my
mouth. I ran my tongue along the underside of his cock-head, and then
up over the piss-slit. The moans coming from above me told me that he
was enjoying it completely. I pushed my mouth further over his rock
hard shaft until the tip pressed firmly against the back of my throat.
I pulled back, then forward again, working my tongue around his
throbbing meat, sucking it for all it was worth. I let it fall out of
my mouth, and bent down to lick the underside all the way down to his
balls. I tongued his ball sack and took each one in my mouth to suck
on for a while. Then I moved back up and slid his cock back into my
mouth.
I began moving up and down on it when I felt him grab my shoulders
and lift me up as his tool fell out of my mouth. My own cock strained
against my pants as he reached forward. My throbbing rod was ready to
explode any time. It had been rubbing against the inside of my pants
the whole time, and a few more minutes would have been all it would
have taken. Jim unzipped my pants, and grabbed my undershorts as well
as he pushed them both down to my ankles. My cock sprang free of its
confinement and bobbed freely in front of me, aching for attention.
Jim said, "so you like that, huh faggot? You get turned on from
sucking a man's cock?" I stood there helplessly, hands cuffed behind
my back, exposed completely to the friend I trusted. I looked down,
studying his smooth chest and inviting nipples, then down to the
small amount of hair around his belly button, that flowed downward
into his mound of soft pubic hair that surround his erect rod. He
grabbed my jaw and lifted my head to face his as he continued, "well,
answer me you cocksucker! You enjoyed that, didn't you?"
I quietly replied a simple "Yes." He yelled, "Yes, what?" as I
replied, "Yes, SIR!" He said, "That's better. Now that you've made
me so hot for a warm hole to sink my rod into, turn around, kneel,
and lean onto the bed." I complied while responding with "Yes, sir"
and bent over onto the bed. Lying on the bed face down, my legs
spread apart, knees resting on the floor, and cuffed hands hanging
over my exposed ass, I braced myself to be poked by his hot rod.
Instead, I felt Jim sit down beside me and pull my hands forward, up
my back and hold them there. His free hand massaged my ass cheeks as
he said, "before I ram my cock up your ass, I'm going to teach you a
little lesson about truth. You have lied to me for two months! For
sixty days you've sat with me and secretly lusted for me, am I right,
Doug?" I replied with a simple "yes, sir." He laid a wooden paddle
in front of my face and said, "then you'll receive one swat for every
day you kept that little dark secret from me. And for each one of
your SIXTY swats, you have to count it out loud. ---
If you don't count it, I'll repeat it until you get it right!" I
tried to squirm free of his grip and slide off the bed as I begged,
"No, please, don't hit me, sir, I've learned my lesson. Just let me
go!" He pulled me over his lap and held me firmly against his
thighs. I could here the air whistle past the paddle as it came down
against my ass. SWAT! I screamed, and another landed before I could
count it out loud. "OUCH! One and two, SIR!" He replied, "No way,
you cocksucker! Now count it right!" He swung the paddle again and
it landed heavy across my ass. I choked back a full-fledged scream
and just managed a "ONE!" before the next one landed. SWAT! "TWO!"
SWAT! "THREE!" After about twenty my ass felt like it was burning
off. I was barely coherent, and could only babble and beg, "Please,
sir! Stop! I've had enough" Only to be answered by another SWAT!
He said, "don't worry about counting these last thirty or so, you
won't be able to stop blubbering enough to say anything!" And with
that he started really laying into my ass with that paddle. He
struck my left side, then my right, then down on the back of the
thighs, and back up. Tears of pain flowed out of my eyes as my ass
and legs melted in fierce, stinging pain. Then he must have reached
sixty, because he stopped and laid down the paddle. He lifted me up
and we looked each other in the eye. For a moment, I sensed a
feeling of concern, and caring as our eyes met. But a second later,
his expression changed and he yelled, "Quit crying you sissy faggot!"
as he threw me face down on the bed and kicked my legs apart again.
This time, I felt the knobby head of Jim's rock hard cock press
against my asshole almost immediately. My ass cheeks and thighs still
stung with pain as he pressed against them, and sunk his hard cock
into my hole, inch by inch. Once he had it all the way in, he
started pumping slowly, then a little faster, and finally at a fierce
pace.
His tool pumped in and out of my ass harder and faster as the pain I
felt disappeared and was replaced by pure pleasure. A few moments
later, I felt his hot cum spurt into my ass, and his pace slowed down
until it finally stopped and he pulled his half-hard cock out of my
hole. He gave my ass one last swat with his hand and walked out of
the room. The stinging sensation returned to my rear end and I could
feel cum dripping out of my asshole and down my leg. I just laid
there in a state of almost shock. I thought to myself, "Here was a
very dear friend who I liked, no loved, and just wanted to share the
truth about myself with, and where did it get me? Now he thinks I'm
just a cheap, cocksucking, sissy faggot that he can beat and fuck to
his heart's desire. Well, I'm not going to lie here and let him do
it. I've got to be strong and confront him. Now." I lifted myself
up off the bed and stood up weakly. My cock stuck straight out and
still ached for attention after all that I'd been through.
I made my way out into the hall, maneuvering myself carefully. I
found him standing in the bathroom as he had just finished washing
himself up. I said, "Listen here. I'm not gonna take this lying
down. Let me out of these god-damned handcuffs and let me get out of
here before I..." He interrupted me by pushing his hand across my
mouth and dragging me out of the bathroom. He took me back to the
bedroom and threw me back onto the bed. I started to say something
as I laid there looking up at him, but before I could say anything,
he knelt down and started licking my balls! His tongue wrapped
around my balls and then slid up the underside of my shaft until his
mouth came up and engulfed the head of my cock. I immediately gasped
with intense pleasure and delight as he worked me over. It didn't
take long before I arched my back, let out a long moan, and shot my
hot load down his throat. He sucked my cock dry and licked his lips
as he looked up at me and said, "I'm gay, too."
You mentioned once during one of those straight porn flicks last week
that you'd love to be tied up sometime. I couldn't resist the chance.
I love you, Doug." He slid up beside me and reached behind my back
to unlock the handcuffs. As my arms came free, we locked in a warm
and tight embrace, kissing each other more passionately than either
of us had ever done before. We made love several more times that
night, and Jim was gentle, and caring, as we explored every inch of
our bodies. Finally, we fell asleep in each other's arms, and awoke
the next morning tightly pressed together, our hard cocks rubbing
against each other, just waiting for the action to come....