Date: Mon, 12 Nov 2001 03:08:17 -0800
From: Anon Emus <anon_emus_00@hotmail.com>
Subject: Late Night with Straights

Feedback is appreciated at Anon_Emus_00@hotmail.com. Feedback is appreciated
as this is my first story, and I need to know if I'm good at it.  Anyway,
onto the fun!

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I sat there typing away and glanced at my watch for the seventh time that
hour.  It was 10:30 at night.  Guys in high school should be out partying,
drinking, and doing drugs this time on a Saturday, but I had a prior
commitment.  I was on the yearbook staff and was tediously placing together
pages to meet our next week's deadline.  Stuck in a room with three other
guys, how painfully boring.

My name is Andrew, and I'm the Editor-in-Chief of the High School Yearbook.
I'm a senior and just turned 18 two weeks ago.  The position is great to
have on your college applications, but a totally pain in the ass otherwise.
Dealing with bullshit photographers, staff writers, and other editors
completely sucks.  Right now I'm stuck with Aaron, the fine arts editor,
Marcus, the photography editor, and Bryan, the sports editor.  All three of
which are extremely hot and unfortunately extremely straight.

Aaron is the most beautiful, in my opinion, of the entire group.  He is
taller than me by about an inch, around six foot.  He has a beautiful tanned
body, which goes wonderfully with his blonde hair and blue eyes.  Marcus is
a Cuban who has a wonderful accent.  He's much shorter than I am, by about
three inches, but is in gymnastics, so he too has a wonderful body.  His
best feature, besides his six-pack and inherently huge penis, are his green
eyes.  Bryan is the jock of the group, playing football, basketball, and
baseball.  He has a brain as well as brawn and is the tallest of us all.
Bryan always wears tight shirts showing off his well-formed muscles, which
I'm constantly staring at.

I wish I was sucking these guys off, but instead we were just sitting there,
typing on our computers.  Aaron got up to stretch and crack his back.  Out
of nowhere, he begins to laugh out loud.

"I was supposed to meet my girlfriend two hours ago," Aaron said.

Marcus looked up from his computer and laughed at Aaron.  He went backed to
typing.

"She's going to dump you if you continue to treat her like that," Marcus
said.

I just smiled at the argument that was going to erupt between Aaron and
Marcus, and I could sense that Bryan was from the opposite side of the room
too.  Marcus was always on Aaron's case for treating his girl bad since
Marcus was a hopeless romantic.  Aaron was always on Marcus's case for being
a faggot.  Little did Aaron suspect that it wasn't Marcus who wanted his
cock.

"Yeah, you would like that, just because you want to get in my pants," Aaron
retorted.

"You wish.  I hope your girlfriend dumps you, then I can really please her,"
Marcus snapped back.

Bryan and I just giggled as Aaron was visibly getting red in the face.
These showdowns of testosterone were fun to watch, and although Bryan was
the manliest of the entire group, he hardly got involved.

"Fuck off, Mark.  Just because my dad didn't fuck  you last night, doesn't
mean you don't have to get your panties in a wad," yelled Aaron, angrily.

Marcus jumped out of his chair, red in the face, pushing Aaron back.

"I'm not a fucking faggot, you're probably the pansy here!"

I turned around, shocked.  Marcus and Aaron always quibbled back and forth,
but this time it looked like there was going to be an all out fist fight.
Bryan saved the day and got up.  He pushed Aaron aside, and put his arm
around Marcus.

"Relax you guys, who cares if anyone here is a fag, I don't.  Fags give
great blow jobs."

"What the fuck?" exclaimed Marcus and Aaron at the same time.  I didn't know
whether to laugh out loud or join their astonishment.  I just continued
typing on my computer, pretending that I was doing some work.

"You guys know Nathan, right?  He's on the basketball team, tall guy?" Bryan
questioned.

"Yeah, of course we do..." answered Aaron.

Bryan began his tale: "Well, last year, Coach was going through the lockers
because he got a report that someone had pot, and he opens up Nathan's
locker, and there is this gay faggot porn mag.  He got embarrassed and he
quit the team because all the guys gave him shit about it.  A couple months
later I'm at his house doing some lame project, and the guy starts telling
me about how he's all gay and stuff.  It's all cool, and then he tells me
that he had this major crush on me!  I start freaking out, but I'm cool with
it and all.  Well anyways, we didn't finish the project, so I decide to
spend the night.  He starts acting all girlie, and he wants to play Truth or
Dare.  I knew he wanted to suck my cock, and I hadn't had any action for a
while.  So I dared him to give me head.  He nearly ripped off my shorts, and
swallowed my cock whole.  He fucking blew me and then swallowed my load.
Best fucking blow job I've ever had."

Through the entire tale, I began to fill my cock stirring in my pants and
began to get semi-erect.  I'd fucked around with Nathan before, and so I
knew his story was probably true.  Marcus threw Bryan's arm off him, and
started cussing him out.

"Bullshit that happened!  Nathan is the fuckingest straightest guy I know!"

"Then you don't know bullshit, because that fucker gave me good head.  And
he also told me other queers that give good head too," Bryan smirked, and I
could feel his eyes staring at me.  I began to type faster, and he walked
over to me, and placed both of his arms on my shoulders.

"Nathan said that Daniel here is queer too.  I didn't think so, but I've
seen the way he checks out my bod when I'm wearing my tight shirts," stated
Bryan, half-jokingly and half with an ulterior motive.

I was in a predicament.  If I stood up to defend my manliness, my boner
would show, and if I said something to defend myself, my nervousness would
come off and my voice would crack of something.  I decided just to do the
latter, since standing up would be like sealing my fate.

"Bullshit I'm gay..." I said with no certainty whatsoever.

"Oh my god, you're fag, Daniel?  You want to suck my cock?" asked Aaron.

"I already told ya: NO!"  I was getting nervous, but turned on at the same
time.  Then, Bryan outright exposed me.  With his hands clamped around my
shoulders he picked me up and turned me around, showing all three of them my
boner.  I tried to cover up, and I sat down in another chair, but this time
facing all three of them.

"He is a fag!" Marcus exclaimed, "So, Daniel, you gonna suck our cocks?"

I blushed, and I tried to say no, but the next thing I knew Bryan was
undoing his belt buckle.  His shorts dropped down to his knees, and all he
was wearing was boxers.  He grinned from ear to ear, and he pulled his cock
out of his boxer slit.  Aaron and Marcus continued to grin the whole time.
Bryan advanced, and began to stroke his cock.  It was massive soft, about 4
inches, and as he approached me it got harder and harder.  He stood in front
of me, which his rod.  Hard, it had to of been 8 inches long and 6 inches
around.  Nathan's prick was 7 and a half inches, but that was nothing
compared to this monster.

"You going to suck my rod?" Bryan asked, already knowing the answer.

"Yes, sir." I replied.

Aaron and Marcus got a kick out of this, and then began to giggle.  I saw
that they had hardons growing in their pants, and they pulled up a chair,
rubbing their cocks through their pants in anticipation for their turn.  I
fell down to my knees, and wrapped my mouth around Bryan's cock.  I started
sucking the head and about two inches down the shaft, but that wasn't good
enough for him, as he put his hands behind my head and shoved my mouth all
the way down his rod, until I was pressed against his boxers.  I gagged at
first, and tried to pull off, but he forced me on.

"Relax, faggot.  Just let your throat widen.  You like cock, don't you?"
Aaron and Marcus laughed and I looked over at them.  Marcus had pulled down
his pants and was stroking his Cuban prick, but Aaron continued to feel his
cock through his jeans.  Bryan caught me looking at Marcus, and he pulled
his cock out of my mouth, and slapped me with it hard across my face.  This
caused Aaron and Marcus to start laughing hysterically.

"You fucking look at your master when they are giving you what you want.
You understand?"  Bryan shouted.

"Yes sir, I will do whatev..."  I didn't have time to finish, and he shoved my
mouth down his shaft again.  I looked up at him, but his eyes were rolled
back in his head as he started to fuck my face.  He pulled back until his
head was at the tip of my mouth, and then plunged all the way back in.  He
grabbed my hair with both his hands, and pulled it tight as I sucked his
cock.  Tears began to well up in my eyes from the invasion of my throat, but
I was enjoying it so much.  Everytime his head was at the top of my mouth,
I'd like the shaft all around, right before it slammed to my tonsils.

"You like that, don't ya fucker?  You've fantasized about this a lot, huh?
Yeah, suck my fucking cock."  Bryan shoved it deep in, and then pulled it
halfway and began to jerk himself off.  His hand hit my face over and over
again as I slurped on the tip of his head and halfway up his shaft, which
tasted great.  He started jerking harder and I could feel him tense up.  I
knew he was about to cum, and he shoved my head further down his cock.  He
started blowing a huge load, and I gagged again.  Some of it started
dripping out of my mouth, and he shoved me farther down his cock.

"If I give you my fucking cum, you better drink it faggot." Bryan shouted.
He shot five more times, and I slurped it all down.  Bryan took his cock
out of my mouth, and then he slapped me with it a couple more times.  I
stayed on my knees as Marcus approached.  I went to suck his prick, but he
held out his hand.

"Nah, I don't want you to suck me...I want to fuck your ass."

My eyes lit up, as my hole was virgin.  This was turning out to be one
crazy night.

* TO BE CONTINUED *