Who Are You Calling Gay?!? Take 2

"I told you that before you even tried anything Dante..."

"Well, I don't recall you telling me that at all..." he said as he stared at the computer screen before him. He was playing an online game where he was a warrior. he was making his character walk around and kill little innocent bunnies.

"Are you even listening to yourself right now? Stop playing that damn game D!"

Dante snickered and replied, "Baby, all my attention is on you. why would I be so dumb as to play that game right now. I love you and you know it." He would always say that to her, it was his trick, his way of making her happy yet again.

"Dante, I love you too, but we can't go on like this. You have to understand that I just can't do that. My father will kill you. And when my mother finds out, she will want to kill me too."

He leaned back in the chair and titled his head up towards the sky as he stared at the ceiling. "Babe, nobody would even know. I wouldn't even tell my best friend, Miles! It would just stay... " Before he could continue, he was cut off.

"The fact that you are trying to pressure me and it will be 'our little secret', doesn't make it any better! You are such an asshole..."

"How selfish of me my love. I am so sorry. I never should have said anything like that to you. I know it is very bad of me to only want sex from you, but that is not all I want. I want you to be happy and I know I can make you very happy, if you only let me take a chance and try. I love you so much Kaitlyn, more than you will ever know."

"Okay, well, I will let you go. Shelby is over and I have to go run some errands. I love you too Dante. Talk to you later."

"I know babe, I know." He hung up the phone and tossed it down onto the desk. He picked his controlled back up in his second hand and started playing once more. He had a smirk on his face, a grin which would have told anyone he was a shifty asshole. The fact that time and time again he had tricked her, meant nothing to him. It was an easy game. She was the mouse, but soon she would run right into his trap, layered with cheese and other goodies. As he was pounced on, he yelled out loud, "woah dude, what the fuck?!" He started to laugh as he saw it was Miles. "You're such an asshole. I was about to kill the boss which I have been stuck on for hours. Kaitlyn has been bothering me non-stop."

His best friend weighed as much as a fat dead person, or so it seemed. He struggled to push Miles off, watching him slide to the floor. Dante sighed as he looked to him. "One, that is not fucking true..." he said as he handed him the second controller. "Two, girls always do that. It seems like Kaitlyn is always crying about something I do." Mocking her voice he went on, "you talk to Lia too much, you don't listen to me enough, you let Sandra look at you like that, and why is Nadine touching your hair?" He laughed as he actually liked his imitation of her. "She is always mad about something. It always seems like we are making up more than just being normal. Or perhaps, making up is normal?"

He laughed as they started playing. Their characters fought off the bad guys, starting from his last save point. "What was she crying about now?" he asked as he slayed a small goblin. "I am seriously tired of Kaitlyn's shit.  Fucking Kaitlyn man, we go out to this really nice restaurant right? Dad lets me actually borrow the Mustang. This is a first damnit! So we go to this place, I say 'get whatever you want baby,' and so of course, she orders the most expensive thing she can find. Which is alright, cuz here I am thinking I am getting some tonight. So I pay the fucking bill and then we get into the car and by now it's dark outside, like you can see the stars shining so brightly. So where else do you take a hot ass chick to fuck? 'Lover's Peak'. So I take her out there and the night is perfect. No cars in sight and you can look down the hill and see all of the city lights. It was beautiful. I made the cover of the car go back and she leaned in close to me looking up at the stars. She placed her hand on my lap and started rubbing my leg. So I'm thinking 'oh hell yeah', so I start kissing her on her cheek, her lips, and eventually her neck. She starts making some noise and so I start moving my hand to her skirt. Now the funny thing is she allows me to start rubbing on her clit and all that. Finally after a few minutes of this, she slaps my hand and freaks out on me to stop. So I drive her home, she gets out and slams the door."

He finally takes a breather from all the talking he just explained and stared at the game screen. Placing the controller down on the desk, he looks to Miles. "Wanna watch porn?" he asked as he moved his chair back to its original place and grabbed the mouse.

Turning off the console, he moved to the moved to his mouse and started clicking through his bookmarked pages. As the scroll bar came towards the end, he clicked on a folder named "kittens". It was a safety, just in case his parents felt the need to look through his bookmarks. Though they were never really home, he could never be too sure. As he opened up multiple pages, he looked to Miles. "I've got a whole bunch and even some bondage," he said as he looked back to the screen and waited for one to load. Most recently, he had convinced his negligent father that he needed a faster internet speed for the purpose of school work. But in reality, it was for sites like YouTube, YouPorn, and RedTube. Once a video was loaded, he maximized it to fit the screen.

Displayed were two women, one covered in tattoos while the other had large boobs. As he watched the two exploring each other's bodies, his eyes became glued to the TV. For special occasions as this, his TV was connected to the PC as a second monitor. If he was going to watch porn, it was going to be in high-definition. From the side, his eyes peered over to his best friend, making sure he was not watching as Dante slid his back slightly down and slowly moved his hand beneath his basketball shorts. Once his hand was in position, his cock nudged it, wishing to be relieved of the tension it felt. His eyes stuck to the screen, but checked Miles somewhat often. Was it weird he felt somewhat comfortable jerking off in front of his friend? He didn't really know the answer to that one.

As he watched the two women moving against one another, listening to their moans, he felt himself growing harder. He stroked himself up and down, slow to keep the great feelings growing. He did not want to appear to be a minute man to his best friend, for he knew he would never live it down. It was then that he peered over and saw Miles pleasing himself as well. A slick smile appeared on his face. Grabbing the bottle of lotion from the side of his bed, he squirted some into his hand and continued to jerk off. As he thought on it more, an idea started to formulate in his mind. Not too long ago, he was told of a technique for jerking off called "the stranger". Basically you sit on your hand until it goes numb, then you use it to jerk off. It sounded rather strange and complex, but surely there was a simpler way of feeling the tension, yet doing zero to little work. His eyes moved to his friend and a spark ignited in his mind.

"Miles, how many times have you jerked yourself off in the last month? If it's as much as me, I bet it gets boring and with Lav always turning you down, I suppose there is something we could do for each other... How about, and I know this sounds crazy, but what if we jerked each other off?" His eyes looked to the other as he pulled his hands from his shorts and pulled them all the way down, revealing himself naked from the waist down, as his boxers were pulled down as well. He looked to his friend and smiled, his cock half hard, but wanting more stimulation.

Dante smiled and laughed at the other. "Of course no homo." He looked to Miles as if he were crazy. What was he even going on about? Dante would never do such a thing. But as he thought about it, he figured out it was something he would do. But not this time. Kaitlyn had been leading him on for far too long, forcing the male to take matters into his own hands, or trying to get another to do it instead. He did not want to cheat on her, but having two friends jerk each other off could not have been considered cheating, could it? Pushing the thought from his mind, he moved to the bed and looked to Miles' cock. His eyes looked into his eyes then. "Well, I guess I shall start then..." he said as he slowly moved to grab his dick. As his fingers wrapped tightly around the member, his eyes looked immediately to the screen. If he did not watch himself doing it, then it could not be gay. He stroked up and down slowly, keeping his eyes on the pussy displayed on the screen, listening to their moans and screams of pleasure.

As he jerked off his friend, his eyes stayed on the screen. For the most part. He could not help but to look away and then back to the male. The feeling was intense as Miles' hand wrapped around his cock. His eyes seemed to roll to the back of his head almost, enjoying the sensation all too much. He moaned softly through his mouth, but as he felt a strange liquid on his hand, he stopped. He looked to the hand touching Miles and stared at the goo resting on the tip of his penis. Pre cum. Dante knew the substance well as he had found it many times during his own jerking. But he really did not want the other's on himself. "No homo, but I don't want your skeet on me.." He said as he jokingly moved his head closer to Miles' cock. With the tip of his tongue, he slowly began to lick it off. The taste wasn't half bad, knowing the male ate a rather healthy diet and only cheated that diet when he was with Dante. To make it less gay for himself, he imagined that Miles' cock was in fact Kaitlyn's boob. As he started to lick at the tip, he swirled his tongue around, tasting all of the cum and slowly wrapped his lips around and started to suck.

Miles heard the moan, and it was like a physical touch, the sound of pleasure caressing his ear drums and sending a ripple effect down to his cock. His hand tightened around around Dante, and he stroked faster, wanting to work another sound from his lips. It wasn’t gay. He wasn’t trying to pleasure Dante. It was because he, himself, liked the sound... Totally not gay. Hearing Dante’s words, his lidded gaze turned towards him, and his brow wrinkled. His lips parted, not sure if he should apologize or make a joke. "No homo, but o!okay," the words were broken with a startled gasp, and his free hand clutched at the seat beneath him as he felt the soft, hot tongue against his cock. He was frozen in place for a moment before he tilted his head back, moaning and putting more effort into stroking Dante, flicking his thumb over the head and stroking it in time with the sucks to his cock. "Fuck. Fuck, dude, no ho-no homo, but how is this different?" he asked with a breathless laugh, struggling not to thrust into the hot, inviting heat.

It was strange. This weird feeling came over him. He liked the sound of Miles' whimpers and moans. Perhaps all the male wanted was to please someone and be pleased in return. His mind focused on the breast, not thinking of it as a cock. He slowly started to take more in, sucking hard as he moved his head up and down, feeling his tongue lace over the shaft and his saliva drip down to his balls. Dante moaned slightly, taking it all into his mouth. It was only upon doing that, that his mind forced him to forget it was a breast and he quickly pulled away from the other. His large eyes looked to the other and he sat back up straight on the bed.

All of the humor faded as pleasure overwhelmed him. Dante’s mouth felt amazing, and thought Miles attempted to return the favor with his hand, he soon grew too focused on his own pleasure and his hand grew slack. His other hand moved to Dante’s hair, stroking it as he rolled his hips forward. The warm breath and drip of liquid onto his nuts made him moan. Soft, needy sounds escaped him, and he halfway flopped backwards in pleasure. It was only when Dante stopped that the reality of the situation struck him. His best friend just had his cock in his mouth. His best friend was staring at him with confusion and discomfort. He was still very hard and wanted to get off. Knowing that things were going to go one of two ways, Miles decided to take matters into his own hands and try and assure that they went in the direction that ensured he got off. Leaning forward, he kept his eyes on Dante’s face for a moment as he lowered his towards his cock. His eyes grew lidded and then shut as he licked from the base of the other’s cock all the way up to the tip. He waited to feel Dante pull away as he continually drew long lips from the base to the tip.

Shock. Fear. Terror. Was he gay? All these thoughts rambled through his mind. This was not possible. He was a jock, he loved video games, drinking beer, and fucking pussy. He did not like sucking cock, but why did he do it? Before he could say or do anything, Miles moved closer to him, lowering his lips to his own cock. So this was good? He had no idea. But once the feeling of something that was not a hand started touching him, he could not pull away. Instead he found his hands intertwining with the hair on the back of his head. He helped him move up and down for a while. He could hardly contain himself. This was a feeling he had before, but nothing like this... Not recently.

Miles did everything in his power not to think. Between the two of them, Dante was the leader. If it was alright for Dante to do it, it was alright for him to do to it. That logic had led countless jocks down bad roads, but like each before himself, he ignored that fact and focused on the logic that if Dante did it, it was okay for him to do it. Continuing to lap eagerly at the sensitive skin, he was tentative to wrap his lips around Dante’s cock, but once he had, he sank down, sucking and bobbing his head up and down, gradually taking more in. One hand moved to Dante’s balls, massaging them as he worked. Swallowing around him, he hummed faintly, remembering the one time a chick had done it for him. She’d been a slut he’d fucked last Halloween, and she’d certainly known what she was doing. As he went on, he grew more confident of his menstruations and grew firmer and faster.

Dante's hands rested to the back of Miles' head. His hands helped him move up and down, pushing slightly as he did not want to choke the other, but the feeling was too good. A part of him even thought Miles did this way better than any slut around the school that he had gotten a blowjob from. As the saliva dripped down his cock, he closed his eyes and started to moan aloud. Good thing they were home alone and would be for more hours to come. During the oral exchange, Dante had a weird thought pop into his mind. He knew oral was amazing, but there was something he had always wanted to try with a girl. It was something he could easily do with Miles, but how? Thinking of the situation, Dante slowly lifted Miles off his dick and pulled his face close to his own. As he stared into the eyes of his friend, he swallowed the worry which rested within him. "Do you trust me?" he asked as he slowly moved forward and started to kiss his best friend. While he did this, his hands wandered to the other and started jerking off his friend once more.

The enthusiasm that Miles showed for sucking cock startled himself. Never in his life had he contemplated it before, but here he was, bobbing up and down and sucking like what lay at the end was his own pleasure. That thought alone was unnerving, but not enough to stop him. Scrapping his teeth lightly, enough to tease but not hurt-the way he, himself, liked it-he drew back up to the tip for a breath right when Dante tugged him off. Looking at him, he made a confused sound, not quite sure whether he was worried that he had done something wrong, relieved to be stopped, or secretly wishing to continue. Licking his lower lip and trying to collect some of the drool that had spilt over his chin, he answered, too aroused to aim for wit or humor, "Duh. Why?" The kiss...shook him. On some level, he could push off everything they were doing for pleasure, but while kissing did feel amazing, it wasn’t for the same kind of pleasure. It wasn’t pure sexual gratification. Kissing back and pushing away his thoughts, he stroked one hand down Dante’s chest to wrap around his cock, pumping him in return.

As they locked lips, Dante found himself slowly pushing closer and closer. His arms wrapped around him, pulling him close. One hand moved back to his dick, stroking up and down as he did. He stood the male to his feet as he stood as well. Since the other trusted him, it was time to put his plan into action. Breaking the kiss, he pulled away with a smile and looked to Miles. "Turn around," he said softly.

Making a soft sound into the kiss as his cock was stroked, he nipped and tugged on Dante’s lower lip, sucking on it as he was nudged to his feet. When the kiss was ended, his eyes remained shut and he sighed softly. Opening them at the remark, he blinked, confusion warring over his futures before understanding replaced it. Shaking his head, he answered firmly, "That’s too far. That’s fucking gay, man." Worse than that, it made him gay, because he wanted it. He did. The idea of it was like this taboo thrill that raced through him. Tightening his grip on Dante’s cock, he pumped him firmly as he tried to convince himself and Dante alike that this was enough.

Dante smirked at him cautiously, but as he felt the jerking on his dick once more, he could not take no for an answer. He kissed his friend passionately, forcing his tongue to attack the other's muscle. The kiss went on for some time, but his hands ventured over the other's body. He felt all he wanted, jerking the hardened cock back and forth. He broke the kiss and forced the male to turn away from him. He used his wrestling skills to take an arm out from under the other boy, causing him to fall upon the mattress. "It won't be so bad Miles. Girls do this all the time.." he said as he tried to comfort his partner in crime and filth. As Dante stared down at his ass, he smiled and moved a hand to stroke his cock and balls, while the other held him down. "If you promise not to try and get up, I will please you even more."

Miles felt like that had won the argument, that simple refusal had distracted Dante. Kissing him back just as passionately, he sucked on his tongue and he rolled his hips forward, one hand working Dante’s hard cock as the other roamed over his body. Just as he was getting into it, he felt himself forcefully turned away. Shirt riding up his back and pants shoved just past his knees, he wasn’t naked, but had never felt more exposed. Looking back at Dante, he felt relieved that the choice was being taken from him. It made it less gay. Right? It had to. He wasn’t choosing to be fucked. It was just happening. It wasn’t his fault. As the attention to his cock resumed, he trembled as it felt intensified, every nerve of his body alight as he waited for the first touch to his ass. "Faggot," Miles sneered, though his voice was playful. He didn’t push against the hand that held him down, but he still held his tongue, not making any promises.

Dante smirked at the comment, not even caring for the time being. He started to remove the rest of his clothes and Miles clothes with his help. He reached for the bottle of lotion and placed it on the bed. "I will not harm you, I know what I'm doing," he tried to relieve his friend. Taking a deep breath, he squirted the lotion on his hand and spread it over his fingers. Taking a deep breath, he moved his fingers to Miles ass and started to rub around it slowly. He inserted one finger and moved it in and out slowly. Soon he placed another and continued until three of his fingers set comfortably inside. Though the girth of those together did not compare to his dick.

"So romantic, Dante. So romantic," he joked weakly. Some part of him was freaking out that he was going to be fucked-for the first time-but another part of him was excited, keenly awaiting any touch. When Miles was released, he stripped himself and reached out to help Dante with the rest of his clothes. While he was still telling himself that this wasn’t his choice and he wasn’t a faggot, a second train of logic was coming up fast. He wasn’t resisting, but this wasn’t emotional. It was an experiment. He was curious to see how it felt, and curiosity was a natural, human thing. It was fine to be curious, and it was fine if he enjoyed it. It didn’t make him gay. He liked women. He liked tits. He liked pussy. He liked fucking pussy. He really fucking liked the way it felt around his cock. He really, really liked the sounds women made when he fucked them. He liked the way Dante’s finger felt in his ass. Pressing his face against his arm, it was uncomfortable at first, an intrusion where there ought not be one, but as it continued and he adjusted, it felt better. There wasn’t the intense pleasure of fucking, but it still felt good, and he actually rocked his hips back once all three fingers were inside of him. "Fuck," he moaned, burying his face against the bed as the pleasure slowly began to mount.