Stronger Than Me

(All characters are over 18)

I parked my car in front of Daniel's place. My watch told me I was half-an-hour earlier for the game, which was supposed to start at 5. Pm. I grabbed the pack of beer on the passenger seat.

I knocked, and the door opened quickly. Daniel greeted me shirtless, seemingly just out of the shower. He took the pack out of my hands, then led the way to the couch. The house was small and cramped, with cracks on the walls, but Daniel kept things neat and clean.

He promptly told me that Mika wasn't coming. Mika was my best friend, and hadn't told me anything. I hid my annoyance well.

Daniel went on to ask me about my girlfriend.

"She still has the flu," I said. "Though she's probably being overly careful. It's been a week since she coughed for the last time."

"That shit is going around, though."

"For real," I agreed.

"Sit down, sit down, I'll put the beer in the fridge." He was tall, dark-skinned and athletic. He graciously left the room, leaving me alone to roam my phone.

It wasn't that I didn't want to watch the game with Daniel. But we were the most competitive and rooted for different teams. Last time we watched a game by ourselves, we ended up fighting. However, It had been a long time; maybe it wouldn't happen again.

I sent Mika a text, asking why he wasn't coming.

Daniel came back before Mika texted back. He brought two open bottles.

"So, ready to lose?" he asked.

"In your dreams," I said. I hoped things wouldn't be too awkward.

We drank through the banter before the game even restarted, and Daniel had to get more beers. However, the game didn't deserve our excitement. It was boring and dragged, as if the players didn't want to play. The first half was over without scores from either side.

"Damn, it's like they don't want us to fight!" Daniel said. It seemed like he was worried about the same thing I was. I laughed.

"Don't worry. I won't if you won't."

He gave me a sideways look.

"Come on, it's not that bad. We're guys, we need a little heat sometimes. Honestly, I'm glad it's you and not Mika. He's too quiet."

"Thanks, man. I guess you're right."

"Are you blushing?"

"No! Fuck you."

The second half was about to start. This time around we were more vocal, trash talking each other, even if the game was bad and both teams were dead.

Daniel pointed at my shirt.

"You're sweating, bro. I'm sorry, my fan broke. That's why I'm shirtless. Just take it off. It's hot as fuck."

"Yeah, you're right," I said.

A little chubby around the edges, I felt self-conscious for a while, but a few gulps of beer helped.

My team finally scored. My lungs got tired from all the screaming, and Daniel waited patiently with a disdainful countenance and a fake smile.

"A little help from the referee does wonders!" he exclaimed.

"Bullshit! Don't be a sore loser."

He stared at me for a moment, then flung himself at me. He caught me by surprise and complete bafflement, and was able to constrain me on the couch. I tried to push him away, but he encroached upon me and rebuffed my feeble attempts. I realized then that he was much stronger, and it hurt my pride a lot. He could actually beat my ass. He held my arms over my side, pressed his knee on my guts and scoffed.

"What were you saying?" he asked.

"What the hell is your problem?" I said, my face burning. "Get the fuck away from me."

"Weak ass little bitch," he said. Enraged, I found strength I didn't know I had to push him and take him to the floor, where we rolled together, wrestling. By the end, he was still with the advantage. He was behind me, holding my neck, constraining me once more. "Fucking weakling, little bitch, that's all you got?" he said.

"Ahhhhh," I screamed, and contorted my body, trying to get out, but he was holding me tight.

"Now apologize!" he said.

"I'm sorry," I said. My voice cracked. I was actually surprised that those words came out of me so easily. Daniel seemed surprised as well.

"Huh. There you go. Now promise you won't do it again."

"I promise, man," I said. His hold was weakening. I could've done something then, could've released myself, maybe even hurt him if I was fast enough. My back was pressed against his bare chest, and our hearts were beating fast.

"Will you keep it?"

"Yes!" I said.

He released one of my hands, but still kept his around my neck. I could feel his sweat. Suddenly he grabbed my shorts, right on my crotch, my volume, my hardening cock. He touched me for a few minutes, whilst rubbing himself against my butt. He had an erection too. I didn't know what came over me to stay there and let him do those things. We forgot about the game. It played on the background, between mutters and groaning, between 'dude' and 'damn' and 'fuck'.

"Get up," he said. He held my hands behind my back, and I felt incredibly foolish. I stood up and couldn't help but notice the big bulge in my own pants. "Let's go," he said, pushing me around his house.

I could've taken my hands away, but I let him. We arrived in his bedroom, went to his bed, where we played some more wrestling. This time, he used his hands more freely, and so did I. He seemed to always win and be on top, rubbing my behind. I got some slaps on the ass. The more I complained, the more I told him to stop, or moaned, he slapped me some more.

"Say I'm stronger than you," he told me.

"You're stronger than me," I complied. "Please, don't do that, man," I said, as he stuck his hand inside my pants. "No, no, no..." He began to rub my asshole. His finger slid in and out of my crack. "Stop!"

He laughed.

"No. There's nothing you can do, whiny boy," he said.

"Fuck, there's nothing I can do!"

"That's right."

"You're stronger than me," I said.

"Exactly."

So he rubbed my ass until I was cumming, creaming my pants. I got punished for that. He sat on the edge of the bed, flung me over his legs and began to spank me.

"Come on!" I cried. "Please, stop, please!"

"No, you deserve this!"

He removed my pants and boxers, landing his hits on my bare ass. The cheeks burned after a few. I shook on top of his thighs while my whole body trembled, and I got gooseflesh all over.

"Look at this hole," Daniel said. "Pink, like a pussy."

"No no no please don't oohhhhhh," I moaned, and shook. He was rubbing his spit on my ass hole, a lot of it, he spent a few minutes spurting out saliva, letting it stream down his lips. I felt it all over my bare ass. "Don't do it, man. Please, I'm begging you!"

"Shut up, pussy boy!"

"I'm not a pussy boy..."

"Yes, you are."

"Hmmmmm, fuck...why are you doing this?"

"Shut up and take it, pussy boy."

"Please, let me go. You're ruining me, man...You're abusing me..."

"Hey, I like that. Ruining you."

"I promise I won't tell anyone if you let me go," I said. My butt hole blinked at the tip of his finger. "Hmmmmmmm ohhhh damn."

I kept begging even as he was thrusting his tongue in my ass. It just gave him more energy.

My hands were squeezing the sheets, as I pushed my ass back, prostrated on the bed. "You're so strong, your tongue is so big, dude! You gotta stop! You gonna make me cum again!"

"Wait, what was that?" Daniel said. I startled, thinking he might have heard one of our friends arriving. Daniel zipped out of the room. I fumbled with my clothes, feeling the sting of shame. From the living room came screams of triumph.

I rushed there.

Daniel was clapping and screaming.

"We fucking won, dude. Two to one!"

"Shit!" I said.

"Who's the sore loser now?"

He walked towards me, a glint of malice in his lips.

"I don't...wanna play anymore!" I said.

"Who's playing?" he pushed me against the wall. "You know what this means? Get down on the floor and kiss my feet."

"I'm not gonna kiss your feet!"

"Yes, you are. I'm stronger than you, remember? I can make you."

"Please, man, don't make me."

"Do it."

I sighed. My knees began to bend.

"Wait...take your pants off. I want to look at your hard little dick while you do it."

He was right. My dick was hard. I stared at it as I knelt on the cold floor. When my lips touched his foot, I trembled and shivered.

"No, don't stop. Kiss both my feet. That's right. And keep doing it until I tell you to stop."

I moaned a complaint. But once my lips began to drag on the rough surface of his skin, I didn't find it quite as hard.

"That's enough," he said.

He helped me up, holding my shoulders. Once I was on my feet, we stared at each other. He smiled.

"Shit, that was fun," Daniel said. "I guess I don't have to ask you not to say anything to the guys?"

I sighed in relief.

"Right," I said. I found that my knees were still weak, my lips trembling from all the work. My hands were shaking. "We were just playing."

"Come on, let's go through some more beers. We lost half the game, dude!"

"Crazy, huh?" I said. We sat down on the couch again.

"Oh, I forgot. You want to borrow one of my underwear?"

His question brought to my attention the wet mess in my boxers.

"Nah, leave it."

We spent about an hour to finish the beer supply, watching the post-game discussions, making snark comments to each other. I was the one trying to push his limits. Maybe I wasn't done with playing.

Daniel didn't bite. He was respectful, the epitome of being relaxed.

"I guess I'll go home," I said, frustrated.

"Goodbye, dude. Til next time."

I shook my head.

"Seriously, dude. This stays between us...and there won't be a next time."

"Sure!"

"I'm serious."

My girlfriend called me. Now I really had to go.

When Daniel saw who was calling, he scoffed. I wanted to wipe that smile out of his face, but instead, I blushed.

"Next game is going to be on Mika's house anyway," I said.

"Can I slap you one more time, then? As a goodbye?" Daniel grabbed my ass. I pushed his hand away.

"Come on..."

"You said it yourself. Last time. Either you let me do it, or I will do worse to you."

Blushing harder, I turned my ass towards him.

"No pants," he said.

"Shit, man...why are you doing this to me?"

"Shut up and do it."

I bit my lip, pulled down my pants, and waited. I groaned when I got the heavy slap. It made my booty shake.

"Now that's a proper goodbye," he said, laughing.

"We're done, right?" I said. "We're cool?"

"We're cool."

I was relieved when I left his house.

Back in the car, ready to go home, I saw that I had two new messages. One from Mika, in which he told me he missed the game because he was getting laid. The other one was from my girlfriend, she was asking me to go by her house and stay with her a bit after the game.

I couldn't go while my underwear was a wet mess. I ignored both messages.

Then I received another one. Daniel's.

"Are you glad Mika missed the game today?" he texted.

I debated with myself whether to answer, while I checked if I was being observed. The door of his house was closed, the windows empty.

"Sure, dude. It was fun. Not gonna happen again, though." I hit send.

"Unless I make you."

I closed my eyes, and my lips cracked into a smile against my will.

"No, it won't happen again!" I said aloud to myself, shaking my head, while my cock grew stiff and created a voluminous bulge in my pants.

To Daniel, I sent:

"Dude, I'm your friend. Don't do this...don't make me do things I don't want to."

"You're not my friend anymore. You're my bitch," he texted back.

I was fighting the urge to jerk off in the car. I decided to ignore and go home. It wouldn't be fun getting caught jerking off in front of his house.

I only answered the next day, when I was on the way to my girlfriend's house. We were still talking through texts.

"I'm not your bitch. You can't do anything to me if you don't catch me alone."

"I'll see you next game."

"Next game will be at Mika's."

Daniel took a long time to respond. I thought he had finally given up.

"You think Mika's can save you? I've been hitting that for a while now. I can't remember how many times I've fucked that tight ass. I bet he's still stretched from last time."

I read that message over and over, like my brain couldn't quite understand it.

"No way," I sent.

Daniel stopped texting.

"Come on, admit it. You're fucking with me."

"You're joking, right?"

"Dude, answer me."

Nothing from Daniel.

He just dropped a bomb and completely ignored me.

I got all the way to my girlfriend's house and had to give up on trying to make Daniel admit he was fucking with me. But he was. There was no way he was telling the truth. Not Mika. Not my best friend.

My girlfriend was mad at me that I didn't go visit her the day before. I made up to her by spending the day in her house. She didn't want to kiss me, even though I was pretty sure she couldn't pass it on to me anymore, but we snuggled on her bed.

About nine o'clock, I went home to get ready for gym. I picked up Mika on the way.

He got inside the car in his tight gym shorts, a sleeveless shirt which barely constrained his bulging muscles. His blond hair was still wet from a recent shower.

"What?" he asked.

"Nothing," I said. By then, I was already convinced that Daniel had been lying. The vast visage of Mika, with his size and strength, reinforced that. However, I still couldn't take it out of my mind.

"You're acting weird," Mika said. I shrugged, and he let go.

On the way to the gym, Mika talked about his new girlfriend. Apparently, her father didn't like him, which made things even more interesting for him.

While I listened, I relaxed even more.

If Mika knew what Daniel said about him, he would probably kill him. Mika was slow to anger, but very dangerous in a fight.

At the gym, I finished my work-out before Mika, who was more advanced and had longer routines. I grabbed my phone and sat down on the far side, away from everyone. My heart leaped when I saw a text from Daniel.

"Did you ask Mika about me already?" he had sent.

Suddenly, all of my doubt came rushing back, and I watched Mika for a while, feeling my cock go hard. It had happened to me, why not with Mika? Sure, he was bigger and stronger, but...that didn't really matter much. And Daniel wouldn't go as far as to make me give myself away whilst doing the same to him, would he? What would be the point?

I was risking getting a punch so hard that it would break my teeth, but I wanted to ask him, get rid of my doubts once and for all. When Mika was doing his last push-ups, I sat down on the ground next to him.

Mika's face was dropping sweat as he looked at me while doing push-ups.

"What?"

"Huh...dude...I know about Daniel."

Mika slowly, very slowly, stopped his movement midway and I felt my blood go cold. He looked at me ominously for a moment.

"What?" he asked again, but with a different intonation. What do you know? It seemed to ask.

I was really scared about that punch right about then.

"Hey, dude...I'm in the same boat," I said, hoping that it would be enough.

Mika knelt on the ground, arching his eyebrow.

"You...we are in the same boat?"

"And he told me to tell you," I said, shifting the blame.

"Shit," Mika said, slightly touching his shorts where his bulge began to grow. Oh. "Let's talk about this later. Let me finish this."

I nodded, trying to not look at his sudden shame.

He looked around, then finished his push-ups.

"Are you going to the showers?" I asked.

"Nah, let's bail," he said. I nodded eagerly.

We went back to my car. We sat there in silence for a minute. Mika shifted in his seat, touching himself, adjusting his cock over and over. It was like he couldn't control his thoughts. I couldn't blame him.

"Shit," Mika muttered.

"Yeah," I agreed.

"Did he tell you anything about me?" he asked.

"Some things."

"Oh Jesus," Mika shook his head, looking away.

"Hey, it's cool."

"And he got you too?" he said.

I flushed, nodding.

We didn't say anything for about another minute. I guessed both of us needed to mull things over.

"Nobody," Mika said, pointing at me, "can know."

"Agreed."

"I'm straight," Mika said, as if challenging me to say otherwise.

"Me too, dude! I have a girlfriend."

Mika was clearly in turmoil, but even still, he kept touching the print of his cock, shifting the volume. He stopped pretending he wasn't hard, keeping his hand on top. I decided to show him I was, too. And then, we just stared at each other's crotch, mimicking each other's hand movements.

Mika began to pinch the head. I did the same. He pressed both hands around the shorts, making the print stand out even more, the big cock becoming clear. When I did the same, he chuckled.

"I'm bigger," Mika said.

"Yeah, you are..."

"But Daniel is bigger," he said.

"Dude...I know..."

"Did he ever...fuck you?"

"No...we kind of just..."

"Well, he will eventually. Believe me, dude, you'll like it."

I couldn't help but gape at him. I couldn't believe he was really admitting that outright.

"You enjoy it?"

"It's addictive." His voice was a whisper, carrying the knowledge of the wise. "Bro, it's like I have a pussy. I know it's weird, but after a while, it really is good. That big cock just sliding inside me, hard and fast, but so smooth. Still, though...I'm into girls."

"Sure, sure," I said. "Yeah, me too. Did he cum inside you?"

"Whenever I'm not eating it, he's nutting my ass," he said, with a smile. He was growing more confident, and stuck a hand inside his shorts, rubbing it.

"Fuck, no way," I said.

"For real."

"When was the last time?"

"Just three days ago. Remember we met at the bar that night? Yeah, I still had his cum in my ass."

I swallowed dry, watching him move his hand in his shorts. Suddenly, his cock snapped out, long and white, with a pink head and thick purple veins. I shook my head in denial.

"It's kind of a relief that you know now," Mika said, jerking off in my car.

I kind of agreed.

I watched until he was cumming.

Only then did I take us home.

The next day, Daniel and Mika invited me to hang out. I knew what that meant and refused. Things were a bit too fresh in my mind, and I was scared that they were going to take things a bit too far. I didn't want anyone to find out. I promised them I wouldn't tell anyone, of course. But instead of hanging out with them, I chose to spend time with my girlfriend.

Unfortunately, the movie she picked for us to watch happened to have two guys wrestling. I pretended I didn't know why I suddenly grew an erection. I began to wonder what my friends were doing. I still thought I had made the right choice. I was rewarded when my girlfriend finally decided she was well enough to have sex. I managed to forget dicks and wrestling males for a while.

Mika didn't seem bothered that day when we went to the gym. We didn't comment on what happened the day before, or what he did with Daniel, even though I felt a little curious. Instead, he only mentioned his new girlfriend and how he was in love.

I thought I had moved past the gay shit.

But I couldn't take my eyes off Mika working out, and he noticed. I came close to him and whispered.

"Wanna skip the showers again?" I said.

He winked and nodded.

Back in the car, I was already feeling a little regret for stirring those beastly feelings.

"You okay?" Mika asked, sweat still dripping down his face, probably dampening the car seat with his sweaty butt. Instead of annoyed, I was a bit aroused by the thought.

"Uh, yeah..."

"You're gonna suck my cock," Mika said. Startled, I widened my eyes at him, speechless for a few moments. He held my gaze. "Daniel told me all about your little kink. It's fine, bro. But you're gonna suck my cock. I'm stronger than you. I can force you."

My whole body shivered.