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The moonlight crept through the curtains as two young men sat on a couch. Both of them were mindlessly scrolling on their phones, sitting at opposite ends. The shared silence was somehow intimate; the two found comfort in one another's presence.
The duo had stuck together through countless drama-filled instances within their "content creation journeys." One controversy after another, they both defended each other with their lives. It was the type of friendship most yearned to achieve.
After what seemed like a lifetime worth of doomscrolling, the older man, Ben, decided to speak up, breaking the silence with his voice.
"Michael."
His deep voice was instantly recognizable to any that had heard it. Ben's tall frame took up most of his half of the couch, long legs stretching across the carpet in front of it. His sweatshirt left part of his collarbone and neck exposed, and his Adam's apple bobbed when he spoke.
The other male, identified as Michael, looked up from his phone, perking up. His glasses were reflecting the bright screen, which displayed whatever he had been busy with seconds before. His features almost resembled a mouse's; his appearance presented his obvious timidness.
"Hm?" Michael hummed in response to Ben's call for him.
The clock read some time around three in the morning, meaning thoughts were not being completely processed before they were expressed. Ben's judgment wasn't entirely correct when he asked:
"Have you ever thought about being with a guy?"
Michael choked as soon as Ben finished the sentence. An awkward laugh escaped his lips soon after, and he slowly pushed his glasses up his nose, staring at his friend in what could only be described as complete shock.
After a few seconds, Michael finally spoke: "What?"
"Like, gay stuff?" Ben said it as if it were obvious. Of course it was obvious. Michael simply wanted to avoid the strange question, as most people would.
"I… guess?" Michael responded with as ambiguous of a response as he could muster.
However, Ben took this as a yes.
Gradually, Ben scooted himself closer and closer to Michael.
"Tell me more." Ben gave Michael a smirk, that stupid smirk he does whenever he feels a surge of confidence injected into his system.
Michael pushed his smaller frame into the corner of the couch in an attempt to avoid the oncoming advances Ben was making.
"I know you're a virgin, but how long has it been since you've even kissed a girl? High school?" Ben was now as close as possible to Michael, his hand tracing patterns on the sliver of couch left between them.
Michael gulped. Hard. The audible noise only grew Ben's confidence, his pointer finger now tracing the outline of Michael's thigh gingerly.
"I'm sure you're pent up by now, yeah? Michael, do you know how long it's been since I've had some pussy? It's been, like, a year." Ben pushes his pointer finger into the denim that covers Michael's thigh.
"Can you stop?" Michael peeps out. The statement was barely loud enough to be audible. However, the way Ben's finger faltered for just a moment relayed that he did in fact hear what Michael had said.
For just a moment, their eyes met.
Nothing would ever be the same after this.
"I don't want this." Michael's voice was shaky, trembling with each syllable. Ben's eyes darkened, and his expression hardened. With force, Ben gripped Michael's thigh, now using his entire hand.
Ben used his other hand to tangle it in Michael's hair, ever so slightly crusty from the dried gel which had sat in it since the morning.
"Get on the ground," Ben commanded, his voice holding an immense amount of weight. "On your knees."
Michael sat there for a moment, the look of shock and disgust seeming to be permanently stuck to his face. Ben pulled his hair just enough to send a sharp pain through Michael's scalp.
Michael didn't know if it was fear, submission, or some disturbing mixture of the two, but he got on the floor, kneeling in front of Ben. Michael's eyes squinted shut; he hoped if he closed his eyes, this would all go away. Maybe he would wake up.
But he didn't.
Instead, Ben tilted Michael's head up, and Michael came to the conclusion he would have to endure reality. Gradually, he opened his eyes, and he was met with a cruel grin from Ben.
Ben's other hand was in his pants. The outline of his hand palming his cock through his sweatpants was regrettably clear. The breathy noises that escaped Ben's mouth infiltrated Michael's ears.
"Wanna see it?" Ben kicked gently at Michael's knee, a sign of the dominance he held.
Michael shook his head. No, he didn't want to see it. He never wanted any of this.
Ben took out his dick. It was thick and hard. Precum leaked from the tip, and it twitched in his hand. Michael concluded his face must have been displaying clear revolt due to the fact that Ben began to snicker at him.
"Don't use your teeth." As soon as Ben said those words, somehow his cock was in Michael's mouth. Ben's hand grasped the back of Michael's head, pushing him further towards the base.
Michael's eyes panickedly darted around the room as his glasses began to fill with fog. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes as he gripped Ben's shins in search of any kind of support.
Ben let out a guttural groan as he forced Michael to take him completely. Michael gagged, hard, which only caused Ben to moan louder. Michael's nose pressed against Ben's pubes, the scent of musk filling his nostrils.
Michael had been trying to curl his lips around his teeth the best he could; however, here and there he would graze Ben's cock with his incisors. When this would occur, Ben would smack the back of Michael's head, causing him to whimper on his dick. The noise sent vibrations up Ben's cock, only adding to the plethora of pleasure.
After what felt like hours to Michael but had truly only been a few minutes, Ben pulled his still-hard cock out of Michael's mouth.
"Lay down. On your belly," Ben ordered, pointing his finger towards the carpeted floor.
Michael wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his sweatshirt, not even looking at Ben.
"Did you hear me? Get on your belly. I know you can be a good boy when you want to." Ben grabbed Michael's hips, attempting to push him towards the floor. Michael's belly twitched under Ben's fingers.
Michael once again decided that the only way out of this was to endure, so he followed the orders he had been assigned. Michael took off his glasses, setting them next to him before he lay on his stomach, flat against the ground.
"When I move your hips, keep them in the position I put them," Ben instructed, placing his hands upon Michael's waist once more.
Ben pulled Michael's midsection up, directing his bottom towards the ceiling.
"Has anyone ever told you how nice your ass is?" Ben gave a hard smack to Michael's ass, the noise being consumed by the denim of his jeans.
Michael shook his head against the carpet, the rough matting scratching his nose. Ben took the waistline of Michael's pants and boxers, pulling both of them down around his thighs in one go.
"Even better bare. Fuck, Michael, I wanna mark you up." Ben took his hand to one of Michael's ass cheeks, giving it a tight squeeze. Michael whimpered loudly into the carpet.
Ben spat audibly into his hand, lubricating his pointer and middle fingers.
"You probably finger your asshole like some sort of slut, don't you?" Ben asked, rubbing Michael's hole.
Michael shook his head no against the carpet once again, his entire body twitching as Ben massaged his entrance. Ben suddenly forced both of his fingers into Michael's opening at once, eliciting a loud squeal from Michael.
"Ben, stop, please!" Michael pleaded, looking back at Ben.
Ben scoffed in response. "Too late to go back now, princess."
Ben scissored his fingers inside of Michael, spreading his incredibly tight hole open.
"I don't know if it's gonna fit. Should we try?" Ben asked, and Michael knew whatever he answered with wouldn't matter.
The sound of Ben stroking his cock filled the room before he placed himself in front of Michael's entrance. Gradually, Ben began to push his dick into Michael's hole.
Michael's back arched, and Ben thought it was the prettiest thing he had ever seen. Ben observed the outline of Michael's spine as he entered him, noting how beautifully his pale skin wrapped the bones.
The sounds Michael released were unsettling. Michael yelped in pain as he was being stretched open by something far too big for him to handle. The precum which coated Ben's cock didn't do much as lube, making the expansion that much more unbearable.
After minutes of torturous stretching, Ben finally bottomed out entirely inside of Michael. Michael's entire body shivered in overstimulating pain, a fullness he had never experienced before.
"I know you love it." The words were like bullets to Michael's head. He didn't love it. He hated it. He wanted it to stop.
Just as Michael had begun to get somewhat used to the sensation, Ben started to move. Slowly, he started thrusting in and out of Michael's hole.
"You're so fucking tight," Ben moaned out, fingers digging deep enough to leave marks in Michael's hips.
With each thrust, Michael's head spun in a million different directions. The reality of the situation hit him like a train. He was being railed by his best friend. He was straight. He thought Ben was too.
After Michael returned to the present, he was met with the sensation of something warm filling his belly.
"You were so fucking good." Ben was panting, and sweat dripped from his forehead onto Michael's ass.
"Sorry that I came inside," Ben snickered, pulling his softening cock out of Michael's hole. His semen began to ooze out of Michael's entrance slowly, and Ben had to use his hands to keep Michael from collapsing.
Michael finally regained feeling in his body, allowing him to keep himself up. He grabbed his glasses, wiping them off with the sleeve of his sweatshirt as he tried to hold back sobs. Instead of tears, he let out an awkward hiccuping noise.
Ben was already standing up, yanking his sweatpants back around his waist.
"I think I'm gonna go to sleep," Ben said, yawning loudly. Michael nodded.
Ben exited the room, and Michael was left there, on his knees, pants still at his knees. He noticed the cum was still seeping out of his hole and onto the carpet, so he brought himself together and stood up.
Michael stared at the spot on the carpet where the event had taken place. The sperm had blood mixed in with it, and it stained the carpet immediately. All he could do was sigh, wiping his eye as the tears finally began to flow.