My Fantasies Ch. 10

That made me mad. I couldn't help myself, and blurted out, "I'll betcha a thousand dollars my dicks longer than yours!"

That shut him up. For awhile anyway....

The shit-eating smile suddenly left his face. He became serious.

"If you had any money at all I'd take that bet...." he said glaring at me.

"What's wrong LITTLE Billy," I chided him, "are you afraid to bet me? Are your balls as small as your dick?"

Okay, I was getting out of control. It's not like me to insult my friends. I especially don't like talking about dick-size -- it's not natural. But in all honesty, a couple nights ago I stood at the urinal next to his in the men's room at the bar and got a quick glance at his pathetically tiny penis. This would be the easiest money I've ever made....

The tension disappeared from his cute face. He even broke into an impish grin.

"You know, Johnny, here's what we're going to do," he quietly said, "I'm gonna take your bet and if you win -- if your dick is longer than mine I'll give you a thousand dollars...."

Oh-my-gawwd -- oh-my-gawwd -- oh-my-gawwd -- I'm about to get a thousand dollars!!!

"Since I know you don't have a thousand dollars to pay me, when I win the bet you have to agree to be my bitch for a month...." he coyly smiled.

Huh? What did he just say?

"You will move into my apartment and be my maid...you'll cook, clean and do my laundry, and best of all, I'm gonna use you like a two-dollar whore every time my dick gets hard, and I better warn you, boy, I spring boners five-six-seven times day...you're gonna be sucking me off so often you might want to make it comfortable for yourself and buy some knee-pads, hahahaha...."

A violent shiver shook my entire body while my face burned a bright red. I don't know why, but my dick suddenly stiffened inside my string, bikini briefs so I instinctively lowered a hand to cover it before he noticed.

Little Billy abruptly stood and pulled me up and off the sofa with him. In one brief, but lightening quick move, he pushed his shorts and boxers down to his knees then did the same with my shorts and tighty-whities...oh-my-hell, there we were standing side-by-side with boners jutting straight out from our bellies. I couldn't help but notice Little Billy had no pubic hair, and that Little Billy wasn't so little after all, if you know what I mean....

I had definitely lost the bet...there wasn't any reason to even measure our dicks other than to make me feel worse than I already did...my scrawny dick looked small and pathetic standing next to his manly cock...and there it was, yet again my teeny-weeny was the source of utter shame and humiliation...

***

For a split-second I thought it was Mary Ann laying behind me with her arms around my upper body caressing and stroking my soft flesh...that is, until I felt the hard penis insinuating itself between my butt cheeks.

I woke in a blind panic and pushed at Little Billy to stop him from popping my boy-cherry.

He laughed and said, "Relax cutie, I'm not going to bend you over until you beg me for it...and you better believe you'll be begging me very, very soon to give you a good boning...."

The hair on the back of my neck stood straight in fear. Oh-my-gawwd, what if he's right? What if I'm queer and don't know it? Or worse, what if he wants to turn me into some kind of cock-craving, sissy-boy as revenge for the way I've treated him? My family would disown me or worse...there is not a damn thing I can do to stop him and he knows it, too.

Little Billy rolled onto his back and threw the bedspread off us revealing his morning hard-on to my anxious eyes. I couldn't believe how such a little guy could have a dick so much bigger than my own.

He chuckled at the expression on my face and quipped, "You're practically drooling over it, go ahead and take it in your hands and make me cum, baby..."

I am no longer John, not even Johnny. He calls me 'Baby' or 'Babe' or 'Cutie -- 'Sweetie' -- 'Darling' and the one I hate the most -- 'Honey'....("Be a dear, honey, and feel how hard you made my cock!")...I wasn't even a person to him anymore, certainly not a man anyway.

***

Last night at bedtime when Little Billy said he wanted to try something new an icy chill raced up and down my spine.

"Take off your tighty-whities and get on all-fours on the bed," he firmly said to me.

I vehemently protested, "Billy please, using my hands on you is one thing, but I'm not going to let you do THAT to me!"

He gave me a puzzled look then broke into laughter. "No-no, I'm not going to stick it inside you, no, we're just going to have 'simulated intercourse'...."

I'd never heard the word 'intercourse' used to describe a guy butt-fucking another guy.

He added, "Lil Darlin, you got such a cute butt I'm just gonna slide my dick back-and-forth between your cheeks....

Huh? What's he talking about? I wondered as Little Billy maneuvered me onto all-fours on the bed and knelt behind me.

Oh my gawwd - the hard dick jutting straight out from his flat and firm belly looked ginormous. When he slid his hot cock between my butt-cheeks my heart pounded so hard I thought it would burst.

"Come on, let's have some fun, Johnny, reach back and put my dick between your cheeks and move your hips back-and-forth on it like we're really having sex!" he said.

That's pretty weird, I thought but a sigh of relief escaped my slightly parted lips - at least he wasn't going to stick his dick INSIDE me.

I took a deep breath when he mounted me and I reached back and trapped his boner between the cheeks of my ass. I felt bad, terrible really...I knew it was wrong -- I knew darn well straight boys didn't do something like this... and when I obeyed him it was the first time in my life I questioned my masculinity.

He began to slowly slide his hard cock back-and-forth between the cheeks of my butt. Back-and-forth...back-and-forth...back-and-forth...back-and-forth....

He grunted, "Sweetie, look in the mirror beside the bed" and when I swiveled my head my brain almost exploded at what I saw.

HOLY CRAP - from my angle it sure looked real -- in the mirror, watching him saw his dick back-and-forth between my cheeks it really looked as though he was fucking me in the ass!

My balls exploded with the greatest orgasm of my life....

Acceptance

I deny Billy nothing. I never disagree with him, and God forbid, I NEVER disobey him. The little guy is stronger than he looks. He can get my pants and undies down my legs before I can utter a single word of protest. Sure, I struggle and resist but that only makes him mad and when he gets mad he uses that damn wooden, spanking paddle on my bare butt -- MY GOD IT HURTS...if he spanks me with his hand I can't sit on my sore ass for an hour or so, but when he uses the paddle I can't sit comfortably for days.

I still get nervous when I'm alone with Billy. I don't trust him. He's got this way of talking me into doing whatever he wants, and to be blunt and crude about it, what he wants is homo sex - lots of homo sex...I've been putting-out for him every night the past week because I'm a weak man...HA -- that's a joke -- I'm not a man -- he's shown me what I really am -- he's proven to me without a doubt I'm nothing but a submissive little girl. It's humiliating beyond words to admit Billy has turned me into a sissy -- HIS sissy!

My head spins when I think about the drastic twists and turns my life has taken so I don't think about it anymore. When he tells me to kiss him on the lips I don't hesitate -- I simply kiss him full on the lips. When he tells me to open his pants and take out his cock I open his pants and take out his cock. When he tells me to kiss his hard penis I kiss his hard penis -- when he tells me to lick it I lick it -- when he tells me to suck his cock I kneel between his legs and slurp and suck on his dick until he shoots his abnormally huge load in my mouth -- when he tells me to swallow I swallow...yeah, I guess he's turned me into his obedient little bitch but I gotta admit, my orgasms are spectacular every single time he forces me into having homo sex with him.

Is there anything wrong with that?

I Couldn't Help Myself, Okay?

I was nervous all day at work...no, to be totally honest, I was scared to death.

The way each and every customer stared at me when I rang up a sales I could tell they knew what I did last night...that they could see thru my phony act -- that they could tell something was wrong with me. I could feel their silent, mocking disdain and disapproval every time they came up to the counter. I just knew that THEY knew I had homo sex last night!

To some of them I wanted to say it wasn't my fault -- that it was Billy who made me do it, but I just knew they wouldn't believe me so I averted my eyes from theirs. What self-respecting straight guy would give another guy a handjob?

BUT I WAS DRUNK, screamed my brain in protest.

You weren't THAT drunk, my brain replied, you knew what you were doing...not only that, but you liked it too!

NO, I did NOT like it!! I silently defended myself.

REALLY, JOHN? When you were stroking his dick you not only sprung a boner but you came in your tighty-whities too...don't tell me you didn't like it!!!

Yeah, that's kinda problematic...what can I say? I got caught up in the excitement, that's all there is to it...it doesn't mean I'm a faggot like he is -- NO WAY -- he's been good to me - I was just returning a favor....

I came to a truce with myself to not think about it anymore, but the problem was my shift was ending in less than an hour and I'd have no choice but to go home and face Billy there.

I chastised myself: I should have never agreed to share an apartment with him - I'm sure I could have found a different roommate -- a straight roommate!

He's a good roommate, John, and a darn fine cook...and it's a two-bedroom apartment - you didn't have to go into his bedroom last night....

He wanted to ask me a question -- he called out and I couldn't hear him in the living room....

Jesus Christ, man, when he exposed himself to you you didn't have to take it in your hand!

He shamed me into doing it...he kept talking about how much he's done for me and how I've never done anything for him...of how much I owe him!

You don't owe anybody sex, John, that's ridiculous....

Well, it's over and done with -- I'm not doing that again no matter how much he whines and begs....

Yeah, right....

You know though, as far as dicks go, he has a nice one...I hate to say it, but I wish I had one like his....

Oh, shut-up, John, just shut the fuck up!!

***

The little pansy was laying in wait for me when I got home. He wasn't anywhere to be seen as I parked in front of the building and hurried up the sidewalk to the door but the moment I put the key in the lock - DAMN -- there he was opening the door for me.

"Ohhh, hiya cutie, did I startle you? Sorry...how was work?" he cheerfully said in his sing-song, faggoty voice.

I did my best to ignore him and simply mumbled, "Terrible -- I gotta go inside and take a shower...."

He squealed, "Oh goody, that will be so much fun!" and took my hand in his and began yanking me towards our apartment.

"No-no-no, by myself..." I protested, "I'm going to shower by MYSELF!"

"Oh Johnny, don't be such a silly-willy...go ahead and shower by YOURSELF and after that we'll talk about our relationship...." he said opening the door to our apartment.

Who is HE to tell ME what to do? What's going on here? What 'relationship'? We have no 'relationship'!!!

The little fudgepacker was pretty strong for a sissy-boy. He wouldn't let go of my hand until he'd forcefully pulled me into our apartment.

"Now you go and get yourself squeaky-clean for me while I check on our dinner!" he said.

Underneath the steaming hot shower spray I wondered, 'What is wrong with him? What makes him think he can order me around like he's my boss or something? I'm going to have to set him straight ASAP!!'

I was facing the wall, rinsing the last streaks of soap off my glistening body. I couldn't help but admire my new flat belly thanks to the exercise regimen Billy and I did every morning...even my chest was beginning to show signs of definition.

I didn't hear the shower door slide open and closed. I sensed his presence before I saw him. When I whipped my head around my eyes glanced downward first - I don't know why they just did -- and when I saw the manly boner jutting straight out from below his flat belly, I imagined I heard the 'BOING' of my own dick springing to full erection.

Before I could scream at him to "GET OUT" he ominously stared into my eyes and said, "One punch to your gut or one hard knee to your nuts and you'll do whatever I tell you anyway so save us both the aggravation and start soaping-up my cock and balls!"

His words caused my entire body to start shaking and then it happened: my dick suddenly went-off and spewed jets of hot cum wherever it was pointing. The fog in my brain was so heavy and thick my orgasm was the only thing in the world that mattered...I'd never felt ANYTHING so explosive and wonderful EVER-EVER in my young life!

My legs became weak but he caught me before I fell...my eyes were still glazed-over as I held his hard cock in one hand and soaped every inch of it with the other...when I felt his hands on my shoulders applying a very slight downward pressure my mind went blank and I dropped to my knees without a single thought in my over-heated brain.

He never said a word - he simply pushed his purplish-colored cockhead between my slightly parted lips and I sucked on it like there was no tomorrow....

To Be or Not to Be

I stood across the street in the park staring at his house. His front porch light was on as though he was expecting someone to visit him...or someone was already inside.

Am I too late? I wondered, my heart pounding, my mind reeling in a fit of despair.

What if he's found another boy? A boy who'll 'put-out' for him as he so crudely demanded of me last night...a boy with no scruples or morals - a boy incapable of feeling guilt or shame - a boy with absolutely no pride and zero self-respect.

"I want a cute boy who knows his place around real men," he'd said to me, "...an obedient boy, a boy willing and eager to put my needs above his own -- a boy who is able to sublimate his own ego to satisfy my every wish and command...."

"You just want to find a little homo-slut, that's all," I interrupted.

His sudden smile unnerved me.

"A 'submissive' homo-slut, to be exact," he cheerfully corrected me, "...and I want YOU to be THAT boy for me!"

What Are Friends For?

It's now or never, John, I thought to myself sitting next to little Billy in the dark on the front porch. I took a deep gulp of air to calm my nerves then found his hand and placed it directly on the bulge in my slacks.

He laughed, removed his hand and said, "That's not exactly what I had in mind, cutie" and he took MY hand and pressed it to HIS crotch and oh-my-gawd, little Billy had a boner!

"Sweetie," he continued, "when I say I want you and me to get together, I am NOT the one I envision on his knees, if you know what I mean...."

Huh? WHAT?? B-B-But you've been trying to get into my pants the past three nights and----"

"WHOA THERE, CUTIE," he interrupted, "I've been trying to loosen you up -- you're so uptight and inhibited I've been trying to get you to relax so YOU can get into MY pants - not the other way around...."

"You know I'm not a faggot," I snapped at him, "...I've never done a homo-thing my whole life!"

"No, maybe you haven't," he calmly replied, "but only because you're too afraid of what people might think of you...."

It was a knee-jerk response. "Well, yeah, don't you care what people think about YOU?"

"I don't care what people think at all because it's none of their business!" he sternly said to me. "Besides, why would anyone even know what you and I do together in private? I'm not going to tell anyone, are you?"

He threw me a curve ball and I swung and missed.

"Of course I won't tell anyone!" I blurted out before realizing I left myself open to more pressure and coercion.

"Well then, what's the problem?" he asked. "You and I can be 'friends with benefits' and no one will ever know!"

This time when he took my hand and pressed it to the bulge in his pants, I sighed and reluctantly gave it a squeeze.

***

Sometimes Little Billy let's me take out my dick and jerk-off while I'm masturbating him. Sure, it's kinda embarrassing and demeaning, but since we became 'friends with benefits' it seems he's the one who gets all the benefits without being very friendly in return.

Tonight though, he surprised me. After I got him to shoot his load and I was feverishly jerking-off, he stopped me and actually took my dick in his own hands. I was so stunned, and it felt soooo-gooood, in less than thirty-seconds my balls exploded and my body shook and flopped about on the bench like a fish out of water. My dick spurted-and-squirted until my balls were painfully empty and I collapsed against Little Billy gasping for air.

He stroked my hair and softly said, "If we lived together, I could do THAT for you as many times a day as you want -- wouldn't that be wonderful?"

My head was still floating in the clouds from my orgasm and without thinking I contentedly sighed, "Yeah, that would be great...."

He replied, "I'm so glad you said that...."

"Why?" I asked, not knowing what he was talking about.

He became excited and said, "Have you ever heard of 'The Brawny Arms'?"

He didn't wait for my answer. "It's an exclusive condo complex on the far, south-side of the city...."

"No, I've never heard of it," I honestly replied.

"Well, I've been on their waiting list for a year," he explained, "...and the building manager finally called me today -- he's got a one bedroom available -- you and I can move in there tomorrow!"

Huh? What? Alarm bells went off in my head.

"But you said it's only a one bedroom apartment," I pointed out to him.

"Sweetie, you and I only need one bedroom," he said in the darkness.

A cold chill raced up and down my spine - the hair on the back of my neck stood straight.

I felt his hot breath on my face then his lips were pressed to mine. He kissed me for maybe three-seconds before I panicked and pulled away from him.

"What the hell are you doing?" I angrily asked him.

"Don't be like that, sweetie," he said, "if I let you move in with me I'll expect something in return...."

And there it was -- men are all the same, aren't they?

He continued, "...the best part is you won't have to work if you live with me...you do a few household chores and I'll pay the rent and utilities...."

His offer piqued my interest. It would mean I could quit my lousy job, but the best part was I'd get away from the dirty old man who was my landlord. He'd given me an ultimatum himself this morning: Blow-jobs were not going to be good enough anymore, if I wanted our 'arrangement' to continue, I'd have to bend over and let him fuck me in the ass whenever he wanted...a violent shiver coursed thru-out my body at the thought of the old man's fat cock stretching my virgin hole.

I reluctantly took Billy's hand and placed it on the bulge in my pants. He gave it a squeeze, chuckled, then pulled his hand away.

"I don't think you understand what I mean, cutie," he said as he took MY hand and pressed it to the bulge in HIS slacks.

A light bulb went on in my head: Ohhhhhh, I get it -- he expects ME to be the bitch in our relationship!!

Well, John, I thought to myself, you've pretty much been the old man's bitch for a year, why not let Billy pop your cherry? His dick is about as small as yours, it shouldn't hurt too much, should it?