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There’s one person in every friend group who seems to only exist for the sake of it. They bring nothing of value to the group, and expect nothing in return. As cruel as it sounds, one could be forgiven for even forgetting that the person was missing, and in our group, that person was Trey.
Don’t get me wrong, Trey was a relatively nice guy, if you could overlook his extremist views on everything. According to Trey, all of us were being tracked by the government. He also hated everybody who didn’t think, look and act like he did, and don’t even get me started on what he liked to call ‘the gays’.
Some of us were certain that his parents purposely dropped him on his head as a kid because his family were the total opposite. In fact, Trey’s own brother was gay, and his folks had a ‘coming out’ party for him, which Trey was furious about.
The topics were best left untouched around him, because once he got on a roll, there was no stopping him. Unfortunately, as Trey and I sat at the back of a gas station in his old man’s truck, I’d made the terrible mistake of mentioning a guy from school whose boyfriend just walked free from court after beating the ever loving shit out of three old assholes who harassed him at a bar.
“What happened to freedom of speech, huh?” Trey spat, shaking his head. “So a few guys at a bar aren’t allowed to disagree without being assaulted?”
I knew I shouldn’t have mentioned it. Hearing Trey talk at the best of times was difficult, but hearing him talk about stuff like this was like nails on a chalkboard.
“Well there’s a bit of a difference between disagreeing and throwing a punch at somebody because they’re sitting with their boyfriend” I pointed out, and Trey scoffed.
“Well if they don’t like it, then don’t go to bars”.
“Right, because that’s the message that everybody should take from that. How about this” I said, feeling myself boiling over. “If you don’t like getting your ass kicked, don’t make fun of strangers?”
He scowled.
“Sounds like you’re one of them” he spat, and before I opened my mouth to tell him that I was in fact ‘one of them’, I decided against it.
Unfortunately, Trey was quite handsome. He wasn’t on the same level as Colton or Dale, but he was pretty hot in a rugged, messy kind of way. He had potential, so maybe if he stopped using all his energy to hate everybody, and started using it to… I don’t know, get a haircut? Perhaps he’d be even hotter.
Instead of disgusting him by telling him that I was partial to a cock here and there, I decided to play a little game with him. With Colton and Dale, I wasn’t trying to trick them, I simply let it happen somewhat naturally, but with Trey, how could I stop myself?
“You know” he said, nodding to himself because it had obviously taken him all that time to come up with an excuse that sounded good in his pea brain. “In the bible–”
I groaned. There were few things in the world that I cared about less than the bible.
“I’m just saying!” He continued, “in the bible it says Adam and –”
“Eve” I interrupted, “not Adam and Steve, and see that tattoo on your arm, dipshit? Well I hate to break it to you, but you’re burning in hell for that. And that beard that you keep shaving off? Sorry bro, you ain’t going to heaven for that, and see those clothes you’re wearing –”
“Alright, alright, fuck” he growled, “I’m just saying”.
“Well try not saying” I replied sharply, “that’s your problem, you know that? You talk to much”.
Trey scowled again, but it felt good to shut him up for once. Now it was time for the next part of the plan.
“Anyway” I continued, looking out the window, “you’re probably gay yourself”.
The young man almost choked on his own tongue. He swung his head in my direction and glared at me like I’d just insulted every ancestor in his family history.
“What?”
I shrugged. “I reckon every guy is a little gay” I said, as nonchalantly as possible. “Most are just too afraid to admit it”.
“You’re fucking gross, you know that” he almost gagged, “I ain’t fucking gay”.
“That’s what they all say” I smiled.
“I’m not!”
“Then prove it” I said, “prove you’re a big, tough straight guy”.
His mind raced over what I’d just said. He was likely thinking about every questionable Google search he’d ever made, and wondering how on earth I’d find out what dirt he was hiding, and when he was safe in the knowledge that he’d deleted that question about guys with fat asses, he nodded.
“Fine” he said, “I’ll prove it right now, I’ll call Becky and she’ll tell you”.
I scoffed. “Oh you had sex with a woman” I said, putting on a silly voice, “damn, you’re so straight, bro”.
His cheeks began to burn red as I teased him. Perhaps I shouldn’t have found the entire thing as entertaining as I actually did, but it was nice to see Trey sampling his own medicine for once.
“That proves nothing” I continued, “what would really prove that you’re straight is if you sucked my dick”.
Naturally, I expected him to explode into a fit of rage. Truth be told, I hadn’t exactly thought this entire thing through, but I knew where I was going.
“You need to see a doctor or something” he snarled, his face contorted with disgust. “You’re sick in the head”.
“I’m just saying” I smiled, using his own words against him. “If a gay guy sucked a dick, you better believe his own dick is getting hard, but if a straight guy sucked one, do you think there’d even be a twitch?”
Trey opened his mouth to reply with something witty, but wit didn’t come naturally to him, so he gawped for a few seconds before shaking his head.
“That’s the dumbest shit I’ve ever heard” he spat, and I shrugged once more.
“It’s okay” I smiled, “if I was a little fruity, I wouldn’t wanna do it either because then we’d all know the truth”.
“That’s not why I ain’t doing it!” He snapped, his forehead now covered in sweat. “I just ain’t sucking a damn dick!”
“I don’t know why you’re getting so worked up about it” I said calmly, “you seem a bit defensive”.
“I’m not defensive! I just… I’m just not…”
“Dude, it’s okay” I grinned, “I won’t tell anybody”.
“I’m not gay!”
“Then prove it” I said, and without a word of warning, I pulled the front of my pants down and showed him my flaccid cock. Trey choked on his words, and stared at it. “It’s your choice, man” I continued, “but if I was straight and had nothing to hide…”
Everything fell silent as he glared at my cock. His brain was probably exploding with thoughts, but his face was completely expressionless. He swallowed hard, then looked me in the eye.
“You think I’ll get hard from sucking on that?” He said, and I shrugged.
“Well” I said, “only if you’re hiding something”.
He was breathing hard from his nostrils like some enraged bull. He looked around the empty parking lot before unclipping his seatbelt and turning in his chair.
“I’ll prove this to you” he said, and pointed his finger at me, “but if you tell any of the boys about this”.
“Relax, homo” I scoffed, “your secret’s safe with me”.
“I don’t have a fucking secret!” He barked, and grabbed my cock in his hand before realising what he’d done, and releasing it.
“God damn it” he gagged, wiping his palm on his shirt.
“You’re gonna have to take your dick out” I reminded him, “otherwise, how will we be able to tell?”
He shot me another furious glance, which was rather comical considering he was the one going along with this, but dragged his shorts down, followed by his old school jockey briefs, and sat there with his rather small cock and balls squished between his legs. I could have made a comment, but decided against it.
“If you fucking cum” he warned, but I yawned and checked my watch.
“Can we get on with this?” I asked, and his nostrils flared.
Truthfully, I couldn’t believe that my plan had worked. There was no way in the world that any person who had no interest in doing this, would so willingly do it. Anybody else would have laughed it off, but Trey took my cock timidly once more, and slowly began to jerk it, something which I hadn’t asked him to do.
“Guess you’re the one with the secret” he spat, as I became erect in his hand.
“Nah, everyone gets hard when someone touches them, but we’ll see if you get hard just by sucking my cock”.
He didn’t reply. I was glad of it, because now I was just making things up on the spot.
“This is so fucking nasty” he grimaced, still stroking as I became fully hard. I watched as he leaned down, then stopped himself, then did it again, and stopped himself again, and on it went until he looked like a bobble head.
“It’s just a dick” I reminded him, but he ignored me, and then finally, with one large deep breath, Trey Andrews sucked his first cock. Or at least, the first cock I knew about.
He gagged instantly and spat onto the floor of the truck before using his sleeve to wipe my cock head. I simply sat back and smiled as he went again.
It continued for a while, and I watched as he repeatedly wiped pre-cum from my slit and sucked it back into his mouth, only to rinse and repeat again and again. Regrettably, his small cock remained completely limp throughout.
After ten minutes of teasing my rod, I was sure that he’d call it quits. It was, after all, only supposed to be a test, but strangely, Trey continued to suck and wipe, until he stopped wiping completely.
Watching the six foot two beefcake as he leaned across and used his fist to feed himself more and more of my cock was rather bizarre. The way he was bent meant that I could no longer see his junk, but I wasn’t overly bothered by that, now. Despite the fact that he was absolutely atrocious at sucking dick, he’d been going for almost thirty minutes, and I was about ready to blow my load.
I could have said nothing and allowed him to get a mouthful, but I wasn’t that cruel. I tapped him on the back of the head just as I felt the orgasm approach, and he looked up at me with my cock still deep in his throat.
“I’m about to cum” I warned him, trying not to sound too excited by it. I waited for him to recoil with disgust, but Trey sped up.
“Dude” I said, gasping now, “I’m gonna cum, man”.
Nothing.
“Trey, I’m gonna cum in your fucking mouth if you don’t stop!”
To my utter astonishment, Trey refused to stop or even slow down, and seconds later, I moaned out and grabbed the edges of the chair as I pumped thick wads of cum into his throat. I waited for him to explode with rage, but he began to gulp it down as more and more shot from me, until finally I was empty, and I stared at him with wide eyes.
Trey sat back and wiped his mouth, and when he did, I saw the mess between his legs. His hard cock was drooling sperm down onto his balls, and as soon as he realised, he dragged his shorts back up and started the engine.
“I um… I have practice” he said, “I’ll drop you home”.
The journey happened in complete silence, but I couldn’t stop myself from grinning. When we reached my place, he couldn’t even look at me.
“Hey” I said, and nudged him until he looked. “I told you your secret’s safe with me”.
Instead of denying it, Trey nodded.
“Thanks” he said, and looked away again.
“As long as you stop being such an asshole” I added, and stepped out of his truck with a shit eating grin on my face.
Three down, plenty more to go.
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There’s one person in every friend group who seems to only exist for the sake of it. They bring nothing of value to the group, and expect nothing in return. As cruel as it sounds, one could be forgiven for even forgetting that the person was missing, and in our group, that person was Trey.
Don’t get me wrong, Trey was a relatively nice guy, if you could overlook his extremist views on everything. According to Trey, all of us were being tracked by the government. He also hated everybody who didn’t think, look and act like he did, and don’t even get me started on what he liked to call ‘the gays’.
Some of us were certain that his parents purposely dropped him on his head as a kid because his family were the total opposite. In fact, Trey’s own brother was gay, and his folks had a ‘coming out’ party for him, which Trey was furious about.
The topics were best left untouched around him, because once he got on a roll, there was no stopping him. Unfortunately, as Trey and I sat at the back of a gas station in his old man’s truck, I’d made the terrible mistake of mentioning a guy from school whose boyfriend just walked free from court after beating the ever loving shit out of three old assholes who harassed him at a bar.
“What happened to freedom of speech, huh?” Trey spat, shaking his head. “So a few guys at a bar aren’t allowed to disagree without being assaulted?”
I knew I shouldn’t have mentioned it. Hearing Trey talk at the best of times was difficult, but hearing him talk about stuff like this was like nails on a chalkboard.
“Well there’s a bit of a difference between disagreeing and throwing a punch at somebody because they’re sitting with their boyfriend” I pointed out, and Trey scoffed.
“Well if they don’t like it, then don’t go to bars”.
“Right, because that’s the message that everybody should take from that. How about this” I said, feeling myself boiling over. “If you don’t like getting your ass kicked, don’t make fun of strangers?”
He scowled.
“Sounds like you’re one of them” he spat, and before I opened my mouth to tell him that I was in fact ‘one of them’, I decided against it.
Unfortunately, Trey was quite handsome. He wasn’t on the same level as Colton or Dale, but he was pretty hot in a rugged, messy kind of way. He had potential, so maybe if he stopped using all his energy to hate everybody, and started using it to… I don’t know, get a haircut? Perhaps he’d be even hotter.
Instead of disgusting him by telling him that I was partial to a cock here and there, I decided to play a little game with him. With Colton and Dale, I wasn’t trying to trick them, I simply let it happen somewhat naturally, but with Trey, how could I stop myself?
“You know” he said, nodding to himself because it had obviously taken him all that time to come up with an excuse that sounded good in his pea brain. “In the bible–”
I groaned. There were few things in the world that I cared about less than the bible.
“I’m just saying!” He continued, “in the bible it says Adam and –”
“Eve” I interrupted, “not Adam and Steve, and see that tattoo on your arm, dipshit? Well I hate to break it to you, but you’re burning in hell for that. And that beard that you keep shaving off? Sorry bro, you ain’t going to heaven for that, and see those clothes you’re wearing –”
“Alright, alright, fuck” he growled, “I’m just saying”.
“Well try not saying” I replied sharply, “that’s your problem, you know that? You talk to much”.
Trey scowled again, but it felt good to shut him up for once. Now it was time for the next part of the plan.
“Anyway” I continued, looking out the window, “you’re probably gay yourself”.
The young man almost choked on his own tongue. He swung his head in my direction and glared at me like I’d just insulted every ancestor in his family history.
“What?”
I shrugged. “I reckon every guy is a little gay” I said, as nonchalantly as possible. “Most are just too afraid to admit it”.
“You’re fucking gross, you know that” he almost gagged, “I ain’t fucking gay”.
“That’s what they all say” I smiled.
“I’m not!”
“Then prove it” I said, “prove you’re a big, tough straight guy”.
His mind raced over what I’d just said. He was likely thinking about every questionable Google search he’d ever made, and wondering how on earth I’d find out what dirt he was hiding, and when he was safe in the knowledge that he’d deleted that question about guys with fat asses, he nodded.
“Fine” he said, “I’ll prove it right now, I’ll call Becky and she’ll tell you”.
I scoffed. “Oh you had sex with a woman” I said, putting on a silly voice, “damn, you’re so straight, bro”.
His cheeks began to burn red as I teased him. Perhaps I shouldn’t have found the entire thing as entertaining as I actually did, but it was nice to see Trey sampling his own medicine for once.
“That proves nothing” I continued, “what would really prove that you’re straight is if you sucked my dick”.
Naturally, I expected him to explode into a fit of rage. Truth be told, I hadn’t exactly thought this entire thing through, but I knew where I was going.
“You need to see a doctor or something” he snarled, his face contorted with disgust. “You’re sick in the head”.
“I’m just saying” I smiled, using his own words against him. “If a gay guy sucked a dick, you better believe his own dick is getting hard, but if a straight guy sucked one, do you think there’d even be a twitch?”
Trey opened his mouth to reply with something witty, but wit didn’t come naturally to him, so he gawped for a few seconds before shaking his head.
“That’s the dumbest shit I’ve ever heard” he spat, and I shrugged once more.
“It’s okay” I smiled, “if I was a little fruity, I wouldn’t wanna do it either because then we’d all know the truth”.
“That’s not why I ain’t doing it!” He snapped, his forehead now covered in sweat. “I just ain’t sucking a damn dick!”
“I don’t know why you’re getting so worked up about it” I said calmly, “you seem a bit defensive”.
“I’m not defensive! I just… I’m just not…”
“Dude, it’s okay” I grinned, “I won’t tell anybody”.
“I’m not gay!”
“Then prove it” I said, and without a word of warning, I pulled the front of my pants down and showed him my flaccid cock. Trey choked on his words, and stared at it. “It’s your choice, man” I continued, “but if I was straight and had nothing to hide…”
Everything fell silent as he glared at my cock. His brain was probably exploding with thoughts, but his face was completely expressionless. He swallowed hard, then looked me in the eye.
“You think I’ll get hard from sucking on that?” He said, and I shrugged.
“Well” I said, “only if you’re hiding something”.
He was breathing hard from his nostrils like some enraged bull. He looked around the empty parking lot before unclipping his seatbelt and turning in his chair.
“I’ll prove this to you” he said, and pointed his finger at me, “but if you tell any of the boys about this”.
“Relax, homo” I scoffed, “your secret’s safe with me”.
“I don’t have a fucking secret!” He barked, and grabbed my cock in his hand before realising what he’d done, and releasing it.
“God damn it” he gagged, wiping his palm on his shirt.
“You’re gonna have to take your dick out” I reminded him, “otherwise, how will we be able to tell?”
He shot me another furious glance, which was rather comical considering he was the one going along with this, but dragged his shorts down, followed by his old school jockey briefs, and sat there with his rather small cock and balls squished between his legs. I could have made a comment, but decided against it.
“If you fucking cum” he warned, but I yawned and checked my watch.
“Can we get on with this?” I asked, and his nostrils flared.
Truthfully, I couldn’t believe that my plan had worked. There was no way in the world that any person who had no interest in doing this, would so willingly do it. Anybody else would have laughed it off, but Trey took my cock timidly once more, and slowly began to jerk it, something which I hadn’t asked him to do.
“Guess you’re the one with the secret” he spat, as I became erect in his hand.
“Nah, everyone gets hard when someone touches them, but we’ll see if you get hard just by sucking my cock”.
He didn’t reply. I was glad of it, because now I was just making things up on the spot.
“This is so fucking nasty” he grimaced, still stroking as I became fully hard. I watched as he leaned down, then stopped himself, then did it again, and stopped himself again, and on it went until he looked like a bobble head.
“It’s just a dick” I reminded him, but he ignored me, and then finally, with one large deep breath, Trey Andrews sucked his first cock. Or at least, the first cock I knew about.
He gagged instantly and spat onto the floor of the truck before using his sleeve to wipe my cock head. I simply sat back and smiled as he went again.
It continued for a while, and I watched as he repeatedly wiped pre-cum from my slit and sucked it back into his mouth, only to rinse and repeat again and again. Regrettably, his small cock remained completely limp throughout.
After ten minutes of teasing my rod, I was sure that he’d call it quits. It was, after all, only supposed to be a test, but strangely, Trey continued to suck and wipe, until he stopped wiping completely.
Watching the six foot two beefcake as he leaned across and used his fist to feed himself more and more of my cock was rather bizarre. The way he was bent meant that I could no longer see his junk, but I wasn’t overly bothered by that, now. Despite the fact that he was absolutely atrocious at sucking dick, he’d been going for almost thirty minutes, and I was about ready to blow my load.
I could have said nothing and allowed him to get a mouthful, but I wasn’t that cruel. I tapped him on the back of the head just as I felt the orgasm approach, and he looked up at me with my cock still deep in his throat.
“I’m about to cum” I warned him, trying not to sound too excited by it. I waited for him to recoil with disgust, but Trey sped up.
“Dude” I said, gasping now, “I’m gonna cum, man”.
Nothing.
“Trey, I’m gonna cum in your fucking mouth if you don’t stop!”
To my utter astonishment, Trey refused to stop or even slow down, and seconds later, I moaned out and grabbed the edges of the chair as I pumped thick wads of cum into his throat. I waited for him to explode with rage, but he began to gulp it down as more and more shot from me, until finally I was empty, and I stared at him with wide eyes.
Trey sat back and wiped his mouth, and when he did, I saw the mess between his legs. His hard cock was drooling sperm down onto his balls, and as soon as he realised, he dragged his shorts back up and started the engine.
“I um… I have practice” he said, “I’ll drop you home”.
The journey happened in complete silence, but I couldn’t stop myself from grinning. When we reached my place, he couldn’t even look at me.
“Hey” I said, and nudged him until he looked. “I told you your secret’s safe with me”.
Instead of denying it, Trey nodded.
“Thanks” he said, and looked away again.
“As long as you stop being such an asshole” I added, and stepped out of his truck with a shit eating grin on my face.
Three down, plenty more to go.
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