From Straight to Gay

Sleep. Deep sleep.

David's body was floating in darkness, weightless and serene. He hadn't slept in days and had just snagged the opportunity for some shut eye, which was exactly what he needed and wanted more than anything.

He started dreaming...a blurry vision coming into focus...he saw his ex-girlfriend in front of him, squeezing her boobs up and down in front of him, sucking in shallow air.

"Mmmmm...aaahh..." she sighed, "David - mmm - come play with me..." her long blonde hair fell over her breasts as he crawled to her.

His subconscious didn't fail to remind him that he had never even slept with her. His dreams were as far as he could get with any girl, despite his devilish hot looks. He never made the move, afraid they would reject him the next morning. All he did was touch first base...but in his dreams...

Her figure disappeared, and his dream was still in his first person view, staring at the wall in front of him. She was kneeling, giving him head, but there was no sound. She squeezed his dick so hard that he let a gasp out in reality.

Now, half awake, but still madly in love and in deep, deep, deep sleep, he reached for his twitching penis, slowly lifting up his sweats and sliding in his sweaty palm. He too it by the tip, gently squeezing and stroking...

He suddenly felt a tongue on his penis. He frowned in his sleep, musing at how vivid his dream was, how real and amazing. He sensed what felt like a pour of oil from the head of his cock, running down his 8 & 1/2 inch, half erect penis, then curving around his tender testicles. He raised an eyebrow.

"That can't be a dream..." he thought. "My penis is horizontal, how would she-" he bolted awake in his bed, backing up to the bed frame like a lost kitten.

There crouched a man in nothing but a sheet around his crotch, like a cheetah ready to attack. He looked fairly young, maybe a couple of years older than David. He took a shakes guess and assumed this intruder was around 26.

"Don't be scared..." he bit his lip with a smile and cooed to David. David gathered the sheets around his now limping penis and swallowed hard.

"What are you doing here," David's voice cracked. "Who are you, what do you want from me?"

The man wasn't smiling anymore. He pulled David's legs with such a rapid force that David's head hit the bed with a bounce. He dragged him far enough so David's clammy legs were spread wide open, hugging the mysterious man's hips harder than he wanted to. His dick was smothered across his midsection, limp and awkward, opposed to the man's whose was rock hard and protruding out of the sheets, ready to dig in. Deep. Really deep.

David tried to sit up, but the man held his legs so firmly that it hurt.

"What do you think I want?" he asked, looking upset and impatient. He put David's legs in a headlock and covered David's whole penis, balls and all, with one mighty hand.

"Let me go," David pleaded, struggling to get away, knowing he didn't have a chance. This man was obviously much stronger, with a ripped chest and set of arms. He swallowed hard again, staring at the man. "Just let me go, you've hottie wrong guy, there must've been a misunder-"

The man squeezed David's penis with such force that he had a flash back of his dream.

"That's the suh-ame feehh-ling..." he whispered and sighed, dropping his head back. "Please, stop," he squeezed his eyes shut.

"My name's Dean," David felt blood rush to his head. "You fucked my baby sister,"

David scoffed and half sighed, "I didn't fuck anyone, leave me alone," and again tried to escape. But Dean's hands pushed even harder against David's legs.

"Cute little blonde with the blue eyes, don't fucking TELL me you didn't fuck her, you fucking RAT!," he pushed David across the bed and took the sheet from around his hips, throwing it clean over David's body and laying on top of it, stuffing the sheet at the sides of David's body to reveal his figure, air tight and form fitting. David's head was spinning, he was still tired, and now confused and in pain!

Dean pressed his penis against David's which lay flaccid under the sheet.

"I didn't have sex with her, Dean" he managed to say, "Stop this right now before I-"

Dean slithered his hand down and rubbed David's cock hard and fast against the rough cotton sheets. David's heart fluttered and his face grew pink, breathing irregularly.

"Dean, stop, I'm not gay, please-"

Dean rubbed even faster, huffing air through his teeth and watching David's body shake furiously up and down on the bed. "If you're not gay, why didn't you fuck her, YOU LYING BITCH!!"

David's mouth hung open, unable to mask what pleasure he was feeling. Something about the burning of the cotton sheets against his penis was more exhilarating than anything he'd felt before. His fear grew wide, knowing that if he looked like he was enjoying it, Dean would for sure do something worse.

He shut his mouth tight and tried to move, pretending like he was unaffected.

"I'm not gay, but I didn't fuck her, believe me, Dean, I wanted to but I didn't, I got scared," his voice was heavy from panting so hard. Dean could feel David's moist penis under the sheet, heat emitting through the fibers. He slowed his rubbing down and began to rub up and down, in hard, sensual strokes. David felt his cock twitch.

"Please, no," he thought, praying not to get erect. "Please, Dean, stop right now, right now, RIGHT NOW!"

Dean knew exactly what he was doing, rubbing one hand up and down David's thigh. Each time he reached the top, David's hips spazzed and his butt muscles clenched. He could tell he was struggling to hide it. Imagine how hard an fast they would spasm if he didn't hold back, Dean couldn't help but wonder.

"I win both ways. Either you fucked my little sis, or you're gay, I'm gonna fuck you in the ass, you little mother fucker," he spoke through his teeth, dying in the process of hiding his own hunger for Dean.

He'd seen him around town, girls always fainting over the sight of him, gay boys crossing their legs to hide boners as he wiped the sweat from his brow. He needed to fuck him. Fuck him hard. He needed to be the first one. Needed it. Dean switched the bedside lamp on.

"Dean, stop, wait-"

"If you look behind me, I've got two guys guarding the door, don't you try to get away from me, or else I'll fuck you so hard that the bed will break below us," he got so hot at the thought of it that he pressed his whole body against David as hard as he could, filling every little crack between. He stated into David's fear stricken eyes, bathing in the green, sparkling sea that he could spot in the darkness.

"Dean, I really don't want to do this, please don't do this, please don't, Dean, please!!," David shook violently and begged in heavy breath.

"You yell for help, I'll gag you," Dean mercilessly threw the sheet off of David and kissed him long and hard. David grimaced under the pressure. He'd never kissed a man before, and he wasn't sure on what his feelings were about it. Dean made suction noises as he kissed David in every angle possible. They exchanged deep breaths, Dean gliding his tongue into David's mouth.

"Kiss me, you fucktard," Dean moaned, rubbing his penis against David's. David's eyes filled with tears, slowly kissing him back, unsure of what to do. There was a lump in his throat that he couldn't fight - his lips clumsily hugged Dean's, a kitten fighting with a panther.

"Dean, I can't," a tear slipped down the side of his face. "Dean, stop, I can't," but Dean was already kissing David down the sides of his neck and jaw. Fear kept rushing into David's system, flowing in by tons. He knew what was coming and there was nothing he could do. He avoided thinking about how it would feel, not mentally or emotionally prepared. He let his body go, heavy on the mattress, letting Dean take charge.

"Oh?" Dean's eyes lit up at the submission of David's body. "Giving up already?" he smiled, kissing his nipples with a loud "schmooop" and licking them rapidly, looking up to see David's facial expressions. David's eyes squeezed shut and his forehead wrinkled, then he swallowed and put a hand to his head. It was so hot in the room that both of them were getting restless. David felt something cold against his warm skin, and looked down to see a small bottle in Dean's fist.

Dean suddenly straightened up and sat under his own legs. David watched as he was dragged again, arms straight up against his head like he was surrendering. His butt was lifted onto Dean's thighs, and his legs put on each shoulder.

David felt a breeze rush to his anus as his legs were spread, the poor thing throbbing at the sight of Dean between his legs.

"Pl-" he was about to beg, but Dean's hand lightly brushed against David's stomach, releasing a gasp and contraction of his stomach muscles. Dean looked up, surprised.

"Wow, little pony, you're so sensitive to touch," he smirked, taking advantage of this discovery. "It's like..." he slowly lifted his hand and hovered it over David's legs, "Every little contact...is...a full blown orgasm...inside you..." he brushed his hand around David's inner thigh.

"Haaaahh, aaaaahhh!" David's mouth hung open with a wash of pain over his face. Dean chuckled, arousing his other thigh, watching David tremor and his muscles spasm violently.

"You really didn't sleep with my sister," he marveled. "You haven't slept with anyone, ever!" he stared at David's embarrassed face. "You're a virgin!" he laughed loudly. David wanted to hide somewhere far away and never come back.

"Wow, this is so great, this is so good," Dean laughed. "Wow, that actually made me harder, fuck" Dean furiously stroked his cock in big, sweaty hands.

David lay helpless, sighing and constantly swallowing hot saliva. He caught a glimpse of Dean's cock, to what looked like a whopping 10 inches or a half more. David shivered and suddenly found the strength to scramble to the bed post.

Dean didn't look happy. "We were just getting started," he said with a blank face, looking at the bottle in his hand. He looked at David. "You're way hotter when you're sweaty and scared, you know, you make this such a pleasure,"

Dean lunged forward, suddenly clasping hand cuffs from the post to David's wrists. David tried to stop Dean but a strong hand shoved him against the wood backing and cuffed another hand. David fought uncontrollably, his now flaccid penis flapping everywhere and hitting Dean on the thigh. "Easy, tiger. Remember what I told you," he warned. But David couldn't help it, he was in so much fear that he kicked Dean in the chest, only to have Dean's hand catch his foot and twist it outward. David yelled out in pain, hanging his head at his failure. Dean undid the cuffs and flipped David around like a rag doll so that he was now facing the bedpost. He redid the cuffs and slid David's wrists down so his face was buried in a pillow.

"Dumbass," he scoffed. "Asking for it," Dean slapped David's thick, juicy ass and squeezed. He let go, watching the blood rush back into white imprints. David's ass shook like jello, even when the slap was over.

"Dean," David choked, "Dean, think about this, please, don't do this to me," his voice trailed off as Dean propped David to his knees, with his back arched and his ass hovering before him. Dean ignored his desperate words, grabbing the bottle and pouring it slowly into David's ass.

"There's that other feeling, oh GOD-" David remembered the oily sensation from his dream. He was being lubed. Tears fell down David's face. He didn't want this to happen, how would he live with himself? He took a sharp breath in when he felt Dean's hand running up and down between his asscheeks.

"You're gonna get it, mother fucker," Dean whispered, lathering his condom-free penis in lube. David's sobbing hiccups were enveloped in Dean's excited breathing. They both locked their lips for two different reasons, both swallowing hard for two different reasons, both tensing up for two entirely different reasons.

Dean forcefully spread David's cheeks apart, moaning an "oooohhh, baby, look at that" at the sight of it. David's hole throbbed violently, even harder and stronger when Dean poked it. David smeared his face against the pillow, suppressing any moans. Still, try as he might, muffled "unnnfh" noises escaped quickly as Dean licked his hole.

"Your hairless ass is shiny and beautiful, do you know that, David? I can see every muscle movement, every clench..." he rubbed David's inner thigh again, setting off a bomb of spasms. Dean massaged David's hole while jacking himself off, slowly reaching for his testicles and rubbing the back of his growing penis.

"Tuh-HUHHHHH!" David screamed in his pillow, squeezing the sheets hard. Dean bit his lip and smiled evilly. He kissed the warm hole, receiving more spasms and twitches, feeling David's body grow little beads of sweat. He sent a long line of spit into David's anus, only to suck it all back up by digging his face into his ass.

David was falling under so many emotions. His body collapsed and heaved up and down. The sheets under him were wet with dripping sweat. He moaned and was lifted up again by Dean's strong hands. "Come on, slimy," he whispered, feeling David's rock hard penis against his knuckles. "The best part is yet to come," he kissed David's ass, biting lightly and breathing hard through his nose. He took a strong hand to David's penis and jacked it so hard from the first pull that David let out a "HOHHHHH! DEAN!" and arched his back again.

"You don't masturbate a lot, do you?" Dean scolded. "It's good for you, you should do it more. Or just let me," he offered. He jerked him so hard and fast that the bed shook more than it should've. David lifted his head and drooled all over the pillow, lips pink and plump, shiny and soft. Dean noticed this and slipped under David, pushing his cuffs up so he could fit completely. He squeezed David against his body, letting his drool fall into his mouth. He kissed him gently, and for a second, David foolishly thought it was over. The light kisses Dean were giving him were so loving and toned down compared to the rest of the night, that David actually willingly kissed him back. This made Dean frisky, moaning and wriggling around, shoving his tongue coated with David's ass juice into his own mouth. David didn't even notice, and kept kissing him, hoping he'd give up and leave him alone.

But Dean wrapped his legs around David and thrust furiously, both penises flopping violently against each other.

"Get ready," Dean moaned. He kissed David twice more, not wanting to leave, then got out from under him, sending David falling face first into the pillow again.

He rapidly propped David's ass up again, the arch in his back reappearing and quickly grabbed the lube, twisting off the cap and dumping the whole bottle between David's asscheeks. He slapped his dick in the oily compound, moaning and groaning. David braced himself.

At first, there was nothing. Then there was a sharp pain, then nothing again.

"Holy fuck, you're so tight," Dean slapped David's ass. David trembled and shook, crying again.

"Dean, don't do it, do it with someone else please please please, Dean, don't do it, I can't beg you enough, DEAN-" Dean stuck half his tip into David, barely able to.

"Dean it hurts, please," he cried, but Dean slowly let in the whole head, keeping it there but rotating it around somewhat, knowing it would be awhile until he could enter more.

"Dean, it's hurting so bad, I-I can't, I can't take it, ah - ah - ah - AAH!" he felt a finger poke into his hole, slightly but tightly.

"MMMM-HAAAAH, DEAN!" he took the finger out and slowly began pushing more in. David's tears soaked the pillow, but Dean wasn't paying attention.

"It hurts so bad - aaeeeeh hoowwww owww, ow ow ow ow," he squeezed his eyes shut as he felt the tip of Dean's penis inside him for the first time. "It's inside of me," he cried. "It's really inside of me,"

Dean stretched his ass apart again, prodding around his already entereded penis, feeling it in David.

"Relax, I can't get it in," Dean fussed. He was only a quarter inch past his tip into David. "Take a deep breath out," he slapped his ass, stimulating a clench. The more David tried not to breathe out, the harder it became not to. He held his breath so long that he gasped the biggest breath and the biggest exhale.

"Holy-" Dean grabbed David's ass as half his penis slid into him. "Ooh, ooh, ooh, mmm," Dean moaned. "Oh, God, oh my God," he massaged David's butt.

David was having a hard time breathing, the pain was so immense he couldn't even speak anymore. He prayed for it to end.

"You're so tight, ugh, unnfhhhaaahh," Dean tried forcing his penis farther in, not moving at all. He tried moving it in with his hand, pulling David closer, smothering more lube, but nothing worked and David wasn't exhaling deep anymore. Then he got an idea he sneakily lifted a hand a slid it onto David's inner thigh, closer to his penis, and that did it.

"HAAAAHH mmmmm noooo," David's asshole opened and Dean took the 3 second opportunity to shove the rest in.

"BAY-bee!" he moaned. David was sick with pain, he was numbing from the waist down. Dean began slow thrusts, holding David's ass with extremely sweaty hands. The fact that David's ass was sweating and slippery didn't help the traction. He could hear David panting in rhythm with his thrusts, sweat accumulating in the dip between his ass and his arched back.

"What was that? Harder?" Dean teased. He shoved deeper and deeper, when suddenly -

"HHHHHHH OOOOOOOHHHHH, OHHHHHHH, YEEEES," David yelled. Dean was shocked, but knew what had happened. David moaned hard and fast, moving his hips.

"You may not be gay, but you can't fight science. I hit your spot and you know you love it, you can't control it," Dean aggravated David's moans.

"Haaa, mmmm, nnnnnffff, hooooo, mmmmm, mmm, mmmm," he tried hiding his yells of ecstasy.

"Let it out, David, don't fight it, it's only natural," Dean thrusted harder and deeper, encouraging a louder orgasm.

"No, I-" David couldn't speak, his breathing was so loud. "Hunf, hunf, hunf, unnhhh, unnnnhhh, oh my god, oh my god, unnnf, ah, ah, ah," he moved his hips more wildly than ever. He felt like his heart was going to jump out of his mouth.

Dean poured sweat of lust, slapping his thighs against David's ass as he grew even faster.

"Let it out, now, now, do it, stop holding back, I wanna hear you enjoying it, I wanna hear you love it," Dean shook under so much pleasure.

"DEAN, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, AAAH, AHHHH, MMMMMMMHAAAAAAA AAAAH AAAAH!" David cried so loud that the men guarding the door checked to see if anyone was coming to see what was up.

"Hmmmm, hmmm, AAAAAH, YES, YES, YES, HARDER, FASTER, DEAN, GO SO FAST, FASTER, HARDER, PLEASE, I WANT IT soooOooOoOoOo BAAAAAD!" tears poured out of his eyes at his shame of loving it so much. Dean hunched over, quiet for once.

"I'm gonna come in you, it's gonna be so big, David," but before David could ask him to pull out first, he felt a burst of burning semen in him, being thrust around by Dean's huge dick.

"Oh my god oh my god oh my," David couldn't understand the feeling, he wanted to be uncuffed so he could lick it. He'd went this far, why not taste it?

"Uncuff me, please, please," but Dean was already on it, frantically undoing the cuffs and immediately flipping David over and shoving his dick into his mouth. It was still hot and coated with some semen, which David gagged on as Dean shoved his penis down his throated. More tears welled up as he gagged, looking up at Dean who was looking up as well. Dean's eyes rolled back and he collapsed onto his back, catching his breath. David swallowed for the millionth time, not knowing what to do next. His asshole was hurting so bad that he couldn't sit up, he pulled himself to the bedpost and saw blood trail with him.