Conquered Ch. 03

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I was utterly dumbfounded by the message I'd just received from Grayson.

«I need to see you. »

I'd just taken a shower after having a wet dream about Grayson on my friend Craig's couch. My dream had been about Grayson getting me pregnant and proposing marriage to me.

Could it really be this easy? He must have gotten home and realized he can't go back to vanilla sex with his wife's tired fucking boring-ass pussy.

I just stood there, staring at my phone like a zombie for what must have been 20 minutes. I was just drinking in Grayson's words and analyzing the implications of what they could mean.

Finally. Finally, someone loves me. Not just someone. Grayson. The sweetest, sexiest man in the world. He's going to tell me he can't live without me, then he's going to make love to me. No more meaningless sex. Finally, I'm going to have the man of my dreams.

"You coming to bed or what?" Craig half-shouted at me from his bedroom. He must have been afraid to come in since he'd walked in on me masturbating earlier that night.

"Go ahead without me, I'm gonna go back to the living room and crash on the couch," I replied.

Should I tell Grayson I'm at Craig's? Will he be offended and assume I'm already going back on my word and fucking some other guy?

I didn't want to overthink this and blow this opportunity. «Come pick me up» I wrote, following up with Craig's address. I immediately saw the ellipses that indicated that Grayson was typing. My butthole tingled in anticipation. I was so excited I could have collapsed right there on the floor in a fit of giggles. I just knew that Grayson was going to leave his wife for me, and we'd live together happily ever after.

«Can't get away right now. » I assumed he was alluding to his wife. I wondered why the fuck he still cared about her, when he'd clearly already decided that my mussy was something he couldn't live without. But I paused before I responded, and remembered that overzealousness might work against me. Grayson already knew about my enthusiasm for his dick. I didn't want to blow this by pushing him any further than he was ready to go.

Maybe he's not ready to leave her yet. Maybe he just needs to fuck me a few more times first before I convince him.

«Aww, OK :( Tomorrow morning? » I patted myself on the back for keeping my cool.

Instead of replying, Grayson just added his thumbs up to that message. It was like he did it on purpose to leave me wanting more of him. So I was back to the waiting game.

I didn't get much sleep. I'd had so many years of casual sex. Yes, the men I'd been with had been attractive, and sure, a lot of them had been nice guys. But the butterflies in my stomach were something brand new that I'd never experienced before. I was so excited to see Grayson, and it wasn't just so I could have sex with him. This incredible man was both the daddy and the lover I'd been waiting my entire life for. It felt like my entire existence as a twink total bottom had been incomplete. I didn't just need a sexual partner. I needed the unconditional love, security and support that only a daddy's masculinity could provide

With Grayson, I'd found not only the man who could make love to me better than any other. I'd found a man who'd proven himself worthy of my total submission. I just knew he was going to complete me.

I kept rehearsing in my mind everything I wanted to tell him. Of course, I knew I'd forget it all the second I saw him. But I wanted him to know how deeply I'd thought about this, and how much I truly loved him. After he'd discovered that I'd paid Buddy to force him at gunpoint to fuck me, he'd accused me of feeling lust for him. I needed him to know that he was wrong. I wanted him more than I'd ever wanted anything in my life. Not just his body, which I'd already had. I wanted him and everything that came with him. Maybe someday I'll be Nathaniel Nash. I can show off his name to the world as a badge of honor.

I waited for Grayson to come rescue me from the meaningless life I'd lived up until that day. In just a few more hours I was going to be greeted with my destiny.

I should have known it was not going to be that easy, right?

I must have fallen asleep at some point, because I was startled at some point the following morning by a loud knock at the door. Craig walked over, shirtless and wearing a pair of sweatpants, to answer the door. Oh, shit. I forgot to warn Craig that Grayson is coming. And I forgot to tell Grayson the address I gave him is Craig's apartment. This could get messy.

I was about to tell Craig that I'd get the door, but it was too late. He opened up the door. And standing there was...

Someone who looked like Grayson, but younger, thinner, shorter, less muscular, less masculine. A beautiful blonde twink. I recognized him from Instagram as Grayson's 18 year old son Krell.

He looked Craig up and down for a few extended seconds before scanning the room, and finding me on Craig's couch.

"Really, Nathaniel? Texting my dad from another man's house to come fill your hole? You're a tacky little slut, aren't you?" Krell hissed at me. Krell's voice and mannerisms were so damn queeny. How the hell had this prancing, prissy, flouncing princess been raised by my Grayson?

"Sorry, have we met?" I asked, feigning ignorance. Krell and I had never been formally introduced. I'd thought when I saw his social media that he looked sweet, so to find out he was actually quite nasty was a bit of a shocker.

"Don't act like you don't know who I am. You were up all night stalking my social media while you were pathetically trying to get my dad to bone you. Unfortunately, my dad's not a fucking queer like you."

Craig winced at the word "queer."

"Look, I don't know what you think you heard..." I started.

But Krell had Grayson's phone, which he held up. He then read my text message, adding extra emphasis, in an over-the-top "gay voice." "I love you Grayson. I need your big fat dick back inside me again. Please come pump me full of your daddy jizz." Then he glared at me.

"OK," Craig interrupted. "I don't know who you are, but I don't need the whole apartment complex to know my business." Craig motioned for Krell to come in.

"I don't blame you," Krell spat. "I wouldn't want anyone to know I was fucking this loose pass-around whore either." As Craig closed the door behind Krell, Krell introduced himself and offered Craig his hand to shake. "I'm Krell Nash."

"Craig Carlson," he said, uneasily eyeing Krell.

"Nice to meet you." Still speaking to Craig, Krell flamboyantly gestured over to me and said, "But you might want to get an STD test after a night with this one."

To my surprise, I thought I noticed Craig suppress a laugh!

Hey. He's supposed to be my friend. Why would he laugh at this idiot implying that I'm a slut? Maybe he's just laughing *at* Krell, and not *with* him.

Craig placed himself about halfway between me and Krell, as if he was the peacekeeper in the room. "Can I leave you two alone for a minute so I can go throw a shirt on, or are you two gonna claw each other's eyes out?"

I thought for a second that Krell would beg Craig not to put a shirt on. Krell's eyes had been focused on Craig's abs, Craig's happy trail, and Craig's package since the second he'd walked in. But then I remembered that Krell was probably not out of the closet to anyone. Is Krell even out to himself yet? I wondered if Craig had noticed Krell checking him out at all. Craig wasn't the smartest dude in the world, but Krell hadn't exactly made much of an effort to hide it.

"You know what? I don't want to risk it. Nathaniel, why don't you come with me? Krell, you wait here."

So I followed Craig into his bedroom. He fished a sleeveless shirt out of his drawer.

"Why are you wearing that one? Don't you know he's been checking you out since the moment he got here?"

"Really?" Craig said, grinning. Ah, Craig is the type of guy that gets off on the attention of gay men. That's not exactly surprising. "You really think that Grayson's son is gay, though? I thought they were like... really into Christianity."

For a second, I felt bad for Krell as I imagined how hard it would be to have to toe the line of acting like a perfect Christian to the outside world while inside he was carrying the burden of secret homosexual desires that he could never act on.

"Are you bitches coming back? I got places to be this morning!" Krell shouted.

"That boy's as queer as a three dollar bill, Craig."

"I'm just going to tell him to leave," Craig said.

"But then he's going to go to Grayson! I don't want Grayson to know anything. Please, Craig, I'm really embarrassed about the text message I sent Grayson." I put on a kinda pouty face to Craig.

"Yeah, that text message... You kinda blew my mind with that one, Nathaniel. You're always so cool, calm, and collected. You sounded... desperate," he said, kinda cringing.

"I am, Craig. But I don't want Grayson to know that." My voice started breaking. I was imagining Grayson's reaction when Krell showed him the text message, and I just knew I would lose my chance of ever being with Grayson.

"He might have already seen it, Nathaniel," Craig said softly, not wanting to hurt me, but wanting me to live in reality.

"Oh God," I said. And the tears I'd been suppressing started falling down my face. Maybe it's too late for me and Grayson now.

"Hey, hey, hey..." Craig said, trying to reassure me. He wiped my tears away with his thumb. He had strong, manly hands. "Let's just get rid of him, OK? He's just a kid. I know you can outsmart him, Nathaniel. We'll work together and get him to delete the message. Ready?" I nodded. I had to move forward hoping that Grayson hadn't already seen my text message and that I could get Krell to delete it before Grayson saw it.

Craig and I walked back into the living room. I started forming a plan in my mind of how I'd get rid of Krell in a way that would keep Krell from showing my text message to Grayson.

"Listen, Krell," I started, but before I could finish, Krell interrupted me.

"No, YOU listen, you fucking skank," he said.

He then walked over to me, put his hands on his hips, and leaned in, demanding of me, "Why did you send my dad that message?"

"Look, it's really none..."

Krell slapped me, hard.

"Hey!" Craig interjected, pulling Krell away from me. "Sorry to break it to you, Krell, but your dad is fucking Nathaniel. I walked in on them last night at the office."

I knew Craig was just trying to defend me, but I really wished he hadn't told Krell that.

Krell audibly gasped. I would have laughed at Krell's over-the-top theatrics if this weren't all happening to me. It was like he was trying to win Best Actress at the Soap Opera Digest awards.

"No, that's impossible. My dad's not gay. He would have told me something like that," Krell said in a "loud whisper." He put on a pouty face, pursing his lips. Everything about this stupid bitch felt so self-aware for me. It was very difficult for me to take him seriously. This is why I fucking hate other bottoms. Of course, I still didn't know for sure that Krell was a bottom, or even that he was gay. But I knew. Hell, the astronauts on the International Space Station could probably tell from space how light in the loafers Krell was.

"I have no reason to lie to you," Craig said.

"Oh yes you do! Because you're ashamed. You want people to think my dad was fucking this whore so nobody knows that YOU are fucking him," Krell shouted.

"Look, Krell, your dad is fucking Nathaniel. You may not like it, but he is. And as for Nathaniel and me... we're just friends. Nothing happened between us. But something definitely did happen between your dad and Nathaniel," Craig said, now taunting Krell. "When I walked in on them, they were tied up naked to each other. Face it kid, your dad's a freak."

"Look, Craig, I appreciate..." I started to say, but Krell interrupted me.

"Shut up!" he screeched, actual tears starting to well up in his eyes. "This isn't true. My dad isn't fucking Nathaniel. My dad would never want to ride the fucking village bicycle over here."

"You know it's true, Krell. Look, I'm sorry you had to find out this way. But your problem is with your dad, not with Nathaniel."

"You mean... all these years he made me feel like garbage and he's been secretly fucking little sluts on the side the entire time? Ugh!!!!" Krell was crying tears of intense anger, and it was ugly. Craig and I looked at each other in disbelief. Neither of us knew what to say or how to handle this.

"What were you doing with your dad's phone anyway?" I asked.

"We were cuddling on the couch," he said, stopping crying now to glare at me. I have to admit, if he was trying to make me jealous, it worked. Though it occurred to me that it was extremely odd for an 18 year old boy to cuddle on the couch with his dad.

"He fell asleep, and I saw your disgusting text message come up from the corner of my eye. So I looked at it and I replied to you. My dad didn't even see it," Krell snarled at me, relishing in letting me know that everything I'd spent the night hoping for was still completely out of reach. I'd spent the whole night rejoicing over the fact that Grayson had seen my message and that he wanted to see me, and it was all just Krell's cruel lie.

Unbeknownst to Krell, I was actually incredibly relieved to hear the truth. As Krell had read the text message out loud in front of Craig, I'd felt intense shame. Krell had actually done me a favor by intercepting the message before Grayson could see it. Grayson wasn't going to respond to something like that, and I'd been foolish to send it. But if Krell decided to blow up my spot right now, it could be really bad for me. Grayson was not going to be happy that this rapidly escalating situation I created was now threatening to disrupt his family life as well.

"I'm sorry I texted it, but can't you just delete it and we'll forget about this whole situation?" I asked Krell.

"Why? If my dad is sleeping with you like Craig here claims, why would you want it covered up? Wouldn't you want my mother to find out so you can have a crack at being the next Mrs. Nash?"

I knew Krell was a homosexual, and I could tell by the scorn he apparently had for other homosexuals that he was a deeply repressed and ashamed one.

"Krell has a point. Why are you covering for Grayson, Nathaniel? He's every bit as guilty as you are," Craig said incredulously.

"Look guys, I appreciate your concern, but what happened is between me and Grayson."

"Nathaniel here may feel like he needs to cover for your dad, but I don't. Your dad fucked Nathaniel. I walked in on them naked yesterday right after they'd finished. The air reeked of sex. Now you know. So go home and confront your dad." Oh, God, shut UP, Craig. Did you not listen to me when I just told you I didn't want Krell going to Grayson with what he knows?.

"Your dad is the one who cheated on your mom, not Nathaniel," Craig told Krell.

"How could he do this to her? To us? She just found out her cancer is in remission. My God. This is so awful."

This was the first I'd heard of Mrs. Nash's cancer. Grayson didn't talk much about his personal life at the office. "Cancer? My god..." I said. I felt even worse now for setting up Grayson. I imagined what he must have been fearing as Buddy pointed the gun at him... He must have been thinking that his kids could lose both of their parents and become orphans... poor guy. I'm so selfish. If only I'd never come up with this whole stupid plan to have Buddy make Grayson fuck me.

"See, Nathaniel? Grayson's not who you thought he was. If he can cheat on a woman suffering from cancer, he can cheat on you too. Why do you even like him?" Craig asked.

"Craig, please. I told you, it wasn't like that."

"Right, cause some burglar forced you. You really expect me to buy that Nathaniel?"

"Wait, what?!" Krell interjected. "A burglar?"

Damn it, Craig! First you tell Krell that you walked in on me and Grayson and now you tell him how I said a burglar forced us to? Why can't you keep a fucking secret? Well, shit, Little Miss Teen Drama Krell probably can't keep a secret either. One or both of these gossipy idiots is going to blow this whole thing for me.

This was a zero sum situation for me, and I quickly considered which of my options was worse. I could let Krell and Craig believe that Grayson had voluntarily fucked me and risk one or both of them confronting Grayson with what they thought they knew, or I could tell the truth about how I'd conspired with Buddy to set up Grayson and trick him into fucking me, and risk Krell and/or Craig going to the police with what they would then know about the multiple felonies I'd committed. I am so fucked.

After quickly assessing the pros and cons of both shitty options, I came to the unfortunate conclusion that I was going to have to come clean and let them both know that I'd hired Buddy to force Grayson to fuck me. Then they'd see that Grayson was the victim in this scenario and that they needed to keep silent for his sake.

"Look. Grayson never wanted this to happen. If you tell anyone, it'll ruin him, and none of this was his fault. Craig, what I told you about the burglar was true, but it was only the partial truth. I'll tell both of you the whole story. But you need to keep silent. Deal?"

Craig and Krell looked at each other for a second and nodded. "Deal," they said in unison.

"If I believe what you have to say," Krell added bitchily. "Big if, ho."

So I told them both my story, going back to the very beginning.

"I was a nerd in high school. I didn't have one date, one kiss even. The whole four years, all I focused on was my grades and my part-time job. How desperately I wanted out of that small town, how desperately I wanted to be somebody important. My parents knew I was gay, but we had an unwritten agreement to never discuss it. So there I was, unfuckable, unloveable. The eternal virgin nerd."

I knew I was laying it on a little thick, but it was all true, and I needed to build up their sympathy for me. Plus, I could tell from the look in Krell's eyes that he instinctively understood the picture I was painting. I had the feeling that he was living the same reality that I'd lived when I was his age. For the first time, I saw the sweetness in Krell's eyes that I thought I'd seen on Instagram the night before. I figured that maybe there was more to Krell than the bitchy diva who'd barged into Craig's apartment that morning. Maybe this whole hard persona Krell puts on is just a defense mechanism so nobody can see how much he's hurting inside.

"In high school, my type was always the straight athletic jock boys. But I just felt like I was unworthy to talk to them, that they could all tell I was gay and that they'd all hate me for it. So I figured, this was all my life would ever be. I knew I'd never have the type of guy I wanted because they'd always be homophobic." I got a bit of a lump in my throat, remembering how unhappy I had been at that age. I remembered some of the guys I'd had crushes on in high school, how badly I'd wanted just to know them, and how utterly invisible I'd been to them. Somewhere deep down, as much as my life had changed and my self-image had improved, I would always be that terrified loser nerd that I'd been in high school.

"Anyway, I went away to college. I was assigned to live in Hudson Hall, an all-male dorm. I was so nervous to be around that much masculinity, because I didn't have a masculine bone in my body. But the first week of school, I managed to suck off the hottest guy in Hudson Hall. And I saw how I did it, and I tried it on another guy the next night, and it worked again. And the next night, it worked again on yet another guy. I felt powerful for the first time in my life with this newfound talent of mine. After all, I had a method for seducing straight guys down to a science. What so many other gay guys had tried and failed to do, I could do with minimal effort. Any straight man I wanted, I knew how to get. So ever since then, I've made my life a game of seducing sexy straight men. Once I set my sights on one, I've never failed. My entire fraternity pledge class. The married graduate student T. A. in my freshman astronomy class. A well-known actor from a popular show on Netflix. Not only have I seduced them all, but I do it in a way that made them think it was their idea." I scanned Craig and Krell's faces to try to determine their reactions to my story. Craig seemed to be impressed, if not a little turned on. But it seemed like I was losing whatever sympathy I'd built in Krell, who had dramatically folded his arms and looked like he was silently raging.

"And then there was Grayson. I wanted him from the very first time I saw him. There was just this amazing sexual energy about him, and this undeniable chemistry between us. I was so drawn to him, more than I'd ever been to any other man. And I could tell that he was drawn to me, too. But none of my tactics worked. He seemed unaware every time I made an attempt to escalate things between us. The strategy that worked with every other straight man had no effect on him."

"But I figured he'd do it if he thought his life was endangered. That's where Buddy comes in. I met this dude named Buddy who had a wife and kids to support and he'd just lost his job. I figured Buddy and I could be useful to each other. So I promised him a lot of money if he agreed to hold me and Grayson at gunpoint and force us to fuck. So he did." Craig looked shocked, but still kinda turned on. Krell had steam coming out of his ears and looked like he wanted to kill me.

"Dude, what the fuck?" Craig said. "Come on, why would you be that reckless? Damn it, Nathaniel."

"I know it's bad. I hope you both can forgive me, but I'll understand if you can't. But please, hear me out for the rest of the story. So Buddy came in last night after everyone else had left and he pointed a gun at Grayson and me and he told us to strip. Grayson refused, so Buddy pistol whipped me. After that, Grayson complied. Buddy made me suck Grayson's dick while he recorded it on his phone, then he made me spit Grayson's cum into a mug. A few minutes later, Buddy made Grayson fuck me up the ass, using Grayson's own sperm as lubricant." I paused to catch my breath.

"You are fucking scum," Krell said contemptuously. I was pretty sure at that moment that if Krell had only had a gun with him, he'd have used it.

"I know. I know. Look, Krell. I understand where you're coming from. A lot better than you think I do. And I can't defend what I did. But I was just so attracted to Grayson, it was like I was driven to insanity. I had tunnel vision, and I couldn't think about anything except how I had to have him. I regretted it immediately. I didn't regret having a chance to be with Grayson, because it was magical. But I regretted involving Buddy. Especially because, unbeknownst to me, Buddy knew Grayson from church and had his own ax to grind with Grayson. If I'd known, I never would have put Grayson's life in danger like that. And I never should have taken away his choice like I did. I wanted it to stop the second Buddy showed up, but it was too late."

"You selfish fuck," Krell said. "You just feel entitled to get fucked by whatever man you set your sights on? And when somebody has the nerve to turn you down and say they're not interested, you hire someone to pull a gun on them? You fucking rapist," Krell spat at me.

"I'm not a rapist," I said sternly. "He could have walked away. He could have said no. At one point, Buddy gave him a choice. He said either Grayson had to fuck me, or Buddy would do it himself with no lube. I begged Grayson to fuck me himself, because I was scared of Buddy. And Grayson agreed, because he didn't want me to have to go through getting fucked by Buddy. So he had a choice."

"Dude, he still wouldn't have done it if it hadn't been for Buddy's gun," Craig said.

"I know that. But here's the thing: I unwittingly said something that tipped Grayson off that I'd been in on the plan all along."

"Wait a second," Krell interrupted. "You're lying. There's no guy named 'Buddy' at our church."

"Not at your church. At another nearby congregation where Grayson visited to raise money for hurricane relief or something."

"Oh my God," said Krell. "I remember that. I can't believe this. That guy helped you set up my dad?"

"He was desperate, Krell. And angry that Grayson had money and he'd lost everything. Anyway, like I said, by mistake I said something that made Grayson realize the whole thing had been a set up. After Buddy left, he tied us up. Grayson realized that I'd called Buddy by his name at one point, even though Buddy had never revealed his name. So Grayson asked me to confess, and I did. So Grayson knows that I hired Buddy to do it. And Grayson said, 'I forgive you, Nathaniel.' His exact words. I know what I did was wrong. But Grayson isn't angry. Grayson forgave me right away."

"Well guess what, Nathaniel? I don't forgive you," Krell said. "I think you're a selfish, narcissistic little prick. My father forgave you because he's a good man and because he believes in turning the other cheek. He didn't forgive you because you deserved to be forgiven. I wish he'd called the police on you."

"I get it, Krell, but he didn't. And he wouldn't want the police called now. He just wants to put this all behind him," I said pleadingly.

"Don't you dare talk about what my father wants," said Krell. "You have no right to speak for him. As if you have his best interests at heart, after what you did to him. All you care about is not going to jail yourself."

"You've lied and you've cheated and you've engaged in machinations to lure flies into your fucking web for years, Nathaniel. And you fucking get away with it. While good people suffer," Krell said. "Well, guess what, Nathaniel? What goes around comes around, and it's about time you got your comeuppance. I'm going to tell the police everything and I'm going to smile when they lock your ass up and throw away the key.

"Krell, look. I get that you hate me. But can't you see that if you go to the police, that's going to have an effect on your dad too? When he goes to church -- people will know. When he goes to work -- people will know. Your father is a proud but private man..."

"Don't you dare tell me about my father! You barely know him! He's just another dick to fuck you. You fucking faggot!" Krell sneered.

"Krell, there's no need to use that kind of bigoted language," Craig said softly, gently chiding Krell. I appreciated that Craig was offended on my behalf. Maybe Craig understands, even if Krell doesn't. Maybe Craig won't hate me.

"I don't care!" Krell said, his voice cracking. "I don't care. Do you have any idea how hard my life has been? I've been forced to stay in the closet my whole life and suppress being who I am." Krell didn't even seem to realize what he'd just revealed. I wondered if Craig and I were the first people he'd ever come out to. "Meanwhile, you're over here having the life that I should have been living! How is it that you do every wrong thing and get rewarded, but I do everything right and I'm on track to die a virgin?"

"Did you not listen to my story, Krell? I was a virgin too when I was your age. Things changed for me later. And they will for you, too."

"No, they won't. My father may have forgiven you, but he'll never accept having a gay son. All my life, I've tried to be the perfect son for him. All while being taught to hate myself for who I am. You have no idea what it's been like. My life has been absolutely nothing but loneliness and suffering while you go around getting all the hot straight guys to fuck you! It's not fucking fair you fucking bitch!" Krell was hysterically screeching at me at this point, with actual tears running down his face. If he'd had mascara on (which I'm sure he would have liked) it would have been running. Craig and I just looked at each other, not knowing what to say.

I wanted to roll my eyes at the self-pity, and at Krell's over-the-top theatrics. I couldn't believe that Grayson had raised someone like Krell. I had absolutely nothing against guys who wanted to be flaming homos, but Krell took it to a whole new level. Plus, he had been so quick to turn the conversation back to himself, like he couldn't stand not being the center of attention for two fucking seconds. At the same time, he was pulling at my heartstrings. I'd been where he was. I knew how lonely it was. I couldn't bring myself to hate him, as much as I wanted to. There was an innocence and vulnerability buried deep within Krell.

"I'm done being the only one who fucking sacrifices," Krell said. "I'm going to the police, and I'm going to tell them that you falsely imprisoned my dad and RAPED him, Nathaniel. You are NOT fucking getting away with this." Krell held up his dad's cell phone and dramatically said, "9. 1. 1" as he dialed.

I snatched the phone away from him.

"Don't think I won't fucking fight you for it, bitch," Krell said. "Your days of having a monopoly on the hot straight dick in this town are fucking over. You're going to prison and you can just let the prison thugs fuck you. Don't drop the soap, Nathaniel." Krell grinned bitchily, grabbing the phone back. And just when I'd been feeling bad for Krell, thinking his bitterness was justified, that he deserved my empathy, he went and made me hate him again.

"Uh, look," said Craig. "Why don't we just tone it down a little? Krell, I'm not defending what Nathaniel did, but..."

"Are you gay?" Krell asked.

"Um, I don't see how that's relevant, but no. I'm straight," Craig answered. YU

"You don't know what it's like to be gay. I've spent my whole life surrounded by rough and tough straight guys. All I've ever wanted was a taste of one. And this fucking whore over here is getting pumped full of hot straight dick every fucking night like it's going out of style or something. Then finally she finds the one straight guy who doesn't want to fuck her stank ass, so she fucking commits multiple felonies to force him to. Meanwhile, I'm a fucking pathetic virgin. I'll never get a straight guy to touch me. Unless... wait a second." An idea seemed to come to Krell.

"What?" I asked.

"Shut up, I can't hear myself think." Krell spent a few moments deep in thought, his eyes moving back and forth as he continued to process information in his mind.

Krell paused, snapped his fingers, and muttered, "Buddy."

He had the most bemused expression on his face.

"You think you can get this Buddy dude back?" Krell asked me.

"Why?" I asked, unable to conceal my disgust. I couldn't understand why anybody would want to voluntarily associate with Buddy. I had been hoping I'd never see the guy again. Now Krell wanted me to get him back?

"Shut up, yes or no, can you get him back?" Krell asked.

"To do what?!" I finally snapped. I was willing to make a deal with Krell, but he had to stop asking for stupid shit.

"To make toaster strudel, Rose," Krell said, sarcastically. "Look, Queermo, I'll make you a deal. You get this Buddy dude back. Pay him to do the exact same thing for me. I want to pick a man and have you pay for him to be forced to fuck me at gunpoint just like you had someone do for you."

I couldn't believe this dude. The fucking gall to judge me for doing something, only to request 10 seconds later for me to help him do the exact same thing. He was such a phony fucking moralistic poseur.

"No. No, I'm not doing that again. Look, Krell, what I did was a huge mistake. If I could do it over again, I wouldn't."

"Fine. Then I'm going to the cops. So your little twink hole can just get used to getting all the straight dick it can handle when you're in prison where you belong. I'm sure you'll be in heaven locked up with gangbangers. Finally, you'll get to experience some rough trade, Nathaniel." I was repeatedly shocked at the level of contempt Krell had for the gay community. Why does he hate gays so much? It's not like it's our fault he's not getting fucked. That's his choice. He's a hot little twink. There are millions of guys who'd love to top him. Hmmm...

Krell turned around to leave. I couldn't let this happen. Luckily, I had an idea. "Wait a minute! Krell. What if I could guarantee you that a hot straight guy would fuck you? Would you keep quiet about what you know? It wouldn't be the guy of your choice, but I promise, you'll be satisfied. Think about it. You'll lose your virginity and you'll get fucked by a hot straight guy today. And we won't have to get Buddy involved or pull a gun on anyone."

"What, do you have a rolodex? And how do I know you're not just gonna find some dude on Grindr who's pretending to be straight but wears helium fucking heels?"

"You'll have the right to approve of the guy I pick. If you don't think he's hot, and if you don't think he's 100% straight, no deal."

Krell paused to consider the offer.

You can always count on the horniness of an 18 year old. No way he passes up the chance to get fucked by a hot straight guy

"Fine, bitch. Your terms are acceptable. Let's see if you can deliver."

"OK. Craig? What do you say? Wanna give Krell here the fuck he's been dreaming about?"

"What? Me?" Craig asked incredulously. He was about as wide eyed as he'd been the day before when he'd come upon the scene of me and Grayson.

"Yes. Don't you see it's perfect? You just told me last night that you've been curious about trying sex with another guy. And you're not going to find a hotter twink than Krell. And Krell wants to get fucked by a hot straight guy. You're one of the hottest straight guys I know."

Krell looked over Craig from head to toe. I knew it was in Krell's nature to be disagreeable, but he had to admit it was a good idea. Craig was quite desirable. He had the classic college football quarterback/boy next door/cornfed jock look, and he had a sweet personality to boot. Both of them had exactly what the other needed. It was a match made in heaven!

"Wait a second, I never agreed to this. This is all getting a little weird," Craig interjected.

"Craig, Krell could send me to prison with what he knows. I realize I'm not perfect, but Grayson forgave me already. If he forgives me, do you really think I deserve to be in prison for what I did?"

"No," Craig admitted. It seemed like the wheels were starting to turn in Craig's mind, and he was seeing that fucking a hot twink wouldn't be so bad, even if it was the boss's beta bitch boy son.

"Thank you. I don't want to go to prison either. And you can keep me out of prison, Craig. Well, that is, if the terms are acceptable to Krell. Krell, do you agree not to go to the police with what you know if Craig fucks you right now?"

Krell gave Craig one last once over. I noticed his eyes lingered on Craig's juicy pecs and perfect nipples -- which were peeking through his shirt -- before rising back to look at Craig's swarthy, handsome face and boyishly honest brown eyes.

"Agreed," Krell said curtly.

"Craig? Do you agree to fuck Krell if Krell promises not to tell the police that I paid Buddy to pull a gun on Grayson to get Grayson to fuck me?"

"Well..." Craig trailed off. "I'm straight, Nathaniel." He had this expression of arrogance. He was getting gassed up, knowing that he was desirable to Krell, and that Krell was giddy with anticipation of having Craig pop his cherry.

"He needs you a lot, Craig. Look, I've been where Krell is now, and... your dick could make such a difference in his life."

"Be that as it may," Craig said arrogantly. "I feel sorry for him, and I want to help... but I'm straight, Nathaniel." Craig was barely suppressing a grin.

"I know you're straight, Craig. And Krell knows that too. Don't you, Krell?"

"He's obviously... very, very straight," Krell said, his voice somewhat vampish.

"This never leaves this room. Right Krell?" I asked.

"Fine," Krell agreed.

"He's the boss's son. And he's just an 18 year old. I feel like... this is wrong. It would be taking advantage," Craig weakly protested. I knew Craig was in; he just wanted us to beg him a little bit more so that he could tell his ego he was doing this selflessly, as a good deed, out of the kindness of his heart... and not just to get his rocks off with a hot twink.

"I see the hunger he has in his eyes for you. And just look at Krell's body. He's obviously very nimble, very flexible... and yet he's a man. He can take a good pounding better than a girl. He'll be the perfect, submissive bottom. "

"Fuck you, who the fuck said I wanted to bottom?" Krell asked. Well, I guess I just assumed... I have to remember that not everyone is a total bottom like me.

"Uhhh, I don't want to get fucked," Craig said. "But if I can fuck him... sure. Why the fuck not?" I knew there was no way Krell would say no to that.

"Fine. I'll bottom for you. But if you like it and you want to do it again... I get to top next time," Krell said.

Craig paused. He seemed to be thinking it over. I hoped that Krell's delusional desire to top wasn't going to ruin this for me. "Look, I just want to help you this once because I feel bad for you. I really like pussy," Craig said. There was an awkward silence. Not wanting to let this opportunity fall through the cracks, Craig finally added, "In the 1% chance I want to do this again, you can top." I was surprised that Craig seemed to be a little curious about being topped, and that he hadn't categorically refused to be topped now or ever... but let's just say, I wasn't super duper surprised.

"Well, then. I'm gonna catch an Uber back to my place and let you gals get to it," I said, eager to leave.

"No no no, Nathaniel," Krell said. "Not so fast, Duchess Douchenozzle. I want you to see how a real bitch takes it up the ass. You're gonna stay here and watch Craig fuck me. The days of you having a monopoly on the straight pole in this town are done, sister. You're gonna see how a classy gay guy gets his hole pounded, you trashy trollop."

I couldn't believe the way Krell was talking to me. This little queen had watched too much RuPaul's Drag Race for his own good or something. His attempts at reading were so amateurish and forced. A true fierce bottom's reads come effortlessly.

"This is all way too strange. I can't. Not with him watching," Craig said.

"Well then, studmuffin. No deal. I'm going to the cops. And Nathaniel here can park her pretty ass in the prison showers for a few years. How's that sound, sweetie? One big black cock up the butt for each felony count?" Christ. I really hated this bitch. But he had my number.

"Why do you hate me so much? You don't even know me."

"You're always the victim, aren't you Nathaniel? Did you not listen to the incredibly fucked up story you just laid out on us? The psychotic fucking thing that you did to my dad, an innocent, kind, generous man who wouldn't hurt a fly? Excuse me if I don't mind if you're made to feel uncomfortable for a few minutes. So what is it, shithead? I'm going to the cops unless you stay and watch while Craig here breaks my hole in."

I looked at Craig. I hated putting him in this position, but my ass was literally on the line. "Craig? Are you still OK with fucking him if I stay and watch?"

Craig paused again for an extended beat. I had a feeling that his hesitation was just performative, and that he was actually turned on by the idea of doing it with me as the audience. I got the sense he wanted to show off his body and his dick for me.

"Uh, sure," said Craig. "I guess. Why not?"

Krell emitted a squeal of pleasure and clapped his hands together rapidly and girlishly. "Well then, if we're all agreed, then I guess I'm all yours Craig. Go ahead and take my virginity."

Craig looked over at me kind of nervously. "Uh..."

"Whatever you want, Craig. I'll do whatever you want," Krell said in a breathy voice. "You want me to get down on my knees and beg? I'll do it. Whatever it takes to satisfy you." Krell licked his lips and seductively winked at Craig.

Ugh.

"Maybe it would help if we went into the bedroom?" I offered, trying to help.

"Shut up, Nathaniel. This is my time, not yours. But you could make yourself useful. Go get us the lube, slut."

"And a condom?" I offered.

"Uh uh. I wanna do it bareback. I want ALL of Craig's sperm up inside of me. Yum."

Does this bitch not realize how fucking irresponsible it is to bareback with some dude you literally just met? And I doubt he's on PrEP like I am.

"But you could get us some baby oil if you find any," Krell added.

"Uh, yeah," Craig said, blushing. "In the nightstand."

"OK. You guys just wait here. I'll be right back." I found the lube and the baby oil where Craig said they'd be. When I returned to the living room, Craig was nervously standing in front of Krell, who was now seated and looking for something on his phone. Krell looked up at me and smirked. "You sit next to me Nathaniel. We're going to go over the house rules before we get down to business. Rule number one: Nathaniel, you get to watch, but you do NOT get to touch. Agreed?"

"Agreed," I said.

"Rule number two: This doesn't end until we BOTH cum. That means that if I want a reach around, or if I want a blowjob, Craig has to give it to me."

"Wait a minute, that's not--" I interrupted.

"Agreed," Craig said, surprising me. I was shocked and a little disappointed, but I had to remind myself this wasn't my fantasy. If Craig wanted to reciprocate, who was I to say no?

"Great," said Krell.

"Rule number three, kind of amending rule number two, if either one of us says no, no means no. Even if it's after we've already started. Because unlike you, Nathaniel, I'm not a fucking rapist."

"Good idea," I said.

"I won't change my mind, because you're fucking hot, Craig. But if you change your mind, we can stop. OK?" Krell asked.

"Got it. Thanks," Craig replied.

"Rule number four -- I want to be fucked by you, Craig. In the ass. No, it's not a 'want'. It's a need. I really need to get fucked by you, Craig. Like I said, you're free to back out of that if you change your mind, but just know, if you don't fuck me in the ass, the deal is off and I go to the police with what I know about Nathaniel."

"Fine," Craig said, clearly annoyed with Krell's neverending list of demands. I smirked. For someone with so little experience, Krell sure had the bossy bottom routine down.

"And finally, rule five. I want your load, Craig. I want to feel you dripping out of me for the whole rest of the day. Craig, you are to cum inside of me, and if you get me pregnant, you pay me eighteen years of child support. Agreed?" Krell said. I had second hand embarrassment for Krell. I may have fantasized about getting pregnant by Grayson, but I never would have been caught dead saying something like that out loud.

But Craig actually laughed and smiled at that, finally saying, "Agreed."

"Great. We're gonna start with a striptease. Craig, take off your clothes slowly and seductively."

And Krell started playing some sensual jazz on his cell phone. I recognized it as "Europa" by Gato Barbieri.

Craig slowly pulled up his shirt, revealing the abs and the happy trail I'd seen the night before.

"Damn, stud," Krell purred, reaching over to touch Craig's abs. But Craig batted Krell's hand away and raised his index finger as if to say tut-tut -- no touching.

"Wow. I love a man who knows how to take control," Krell giggled.

Craig started flexing and doing these muscle man poses as the sensual saxophone music swelled. Krell was just sitting there in awe, drinking in the sight of him. I had to admit Craig looked pretty damn good. As he raised up his arms and flexed his biceps, he flashed his perfect white smile at me and Krell.

"Bet you'd love to touch this," he said in a deep voice.

"Uhhh, yes daddy!" Krell said in the gayest voice he could muster, squeaking and intentionally lisping on the word "yes." Krell was annoying, but I couldn't deny that Craig's manly body and confidence were making my mussy rather wet as well.

Craig took Krell's hand in his and gently started tracing all over his body with Krell's index finger. As Krell's fingertips braised Craig's pecs, I noticed the hair all over Craig's body stood up a little, as if Craig had goosebumps. I don't know why I was surprised when Craig led Krell's fingers to brush over Craig's still-covered package.

Craig had, of course, already seen my dick the previous night when he'd accidentally walked in on me masturbating. But I'd never seen Craig's. And I was curious. I really wanted to see it.

Krell, ever the drama queen, was excitedly squealing with anticipation with each move. That didn't surprise me. What did surprise me was how Craig seemed to be enjoying Krell's attention. Craig traced his bellybutton with Krell's index finger, and undid the knot on his sweatpants' drawstring. This was it. Moment of truth. Only Craig didn't drop trou just yet.

Instead, he unzipped the knee zippers of his sweatpants, so Craig was now in effect wearing only sweatshorts, and he placed Krell's hands on his hamstrings to let Krell squeeze his leg muscles. Of course, Krell's hand wandered up a few inches, and Krell grabbed Craig's dick underneath the sweatshorts and played with Craig's package.

The view of Craig's dick was still obscured to me. I was dying to see it for myself. And I wanted to touch it too. Only I didn't dare, because I needed to let Krell enjoy Craig's body so I could get Krell off my case. The last thing I needed was Krell blabbing to the police or to his father about what he knew.

Krell kept squealing excitedly in pleasure, and, in spite of myself, I was pretty jealous by this point. It was like I'd never found Craig attractive until the second somebody else wanted him; all of a sudden, Craig was looking like an oasis in the desert.

Craig turned around and started making muscleman poses again, this time showing off his incredibly toned trapezius muscles. Then Craig slowly started pulling down his waistband, revealing his big bare white ass to me and Krell. Craig looked over his shoulder at us and smiled.

"Do you like what you see?" Craig asked in a deep, sexy voice.

"Unh, fuck yeah, zaddy!" Krell responded, in a fucked up tone of voice that can only be described as a Barbie doll on helium and poppers. Now Craig handed Krell the baby oil and Krell started rubbing the baby oil all over Craig's back muscles. The dude had a great body. I was still clueless as to what kind of dick he was packing. I was becoming incredibly impatient in my desire to see!

Krell was in heaven as Craig continued flexing his muscles in front of him and Krell kept rubbing baby oil all over Craig. I could tell by the way Krell worshipped Craig's muscles that Krell wanted Craig inside of him badly. When Craig turned around, I made eye contact with him and he blushed as he finally slid his pants down to his ankles.

Craig stood nude before Krell and me, with Craig's muscles shining magnificently in baby oil. The one dry part of Craig was his dick.

My God. My mouth dropped. It was one of the biggest dicks I'd ever seen in my life.

"Damn," I involuntarily mouthed.

Craig was fuckin hung.

He had a dark bush with a long, thick piece of man meat. Craig's dick was uncut and his foreskin just hung there firmly, as if it were a tree trunk occupying space in the jungle.

"Damn, you've got a fuckin horse dick," Krell said, dumbfounded by Craig's member.

"Starting to have second thoughts, baby, or you still think you can take me?" Craig asked, grinning.

"I want every inch of you inside of me, straight boy." And with that, Krell stripped off his clothes. Krell stood naked before Craig. Every part of Krell looked so small compared to Craig's tall, athletic, muscular frame. Krell got down on his knees and stuffed Craig's thick, uncut sausage into his mouth.

Craig's dick was WAY too big for Krell's little mouth though, so the image of Krell stuffing his mouth with Craig's gigantic schlong was kind of comical. Craig certainly had a jawbreaker, and I was a bit mad at myself that I never sucked him off before I'd experienced Grayson. Now that I'd decided to re-christen myself as a one-man twink, it was too late.

Krell was bobbing back and forth, but he kept gagging as Craig's dick just didn't fit in his mouth. Nonetheless, Krell was absolutely determined and kept inching it in deeper and deeper. I'd never seen anyone deepthroat like this. Krell seemed like he was born to suck dick. I had to admire the determination with which he devoured Craig. Krell's eyes rolled back as he blissed out. He made incoherent contented noises, as if he was in a semi-conscious state where he was only aware of Craig's dick.

Craig looked down at Krell hungrily sucking his dick, and the image of the over-the-top bitchy Krell now replaced by dick devotee Krell unleashed something in Craig, who violently grabbed the back of Krell's head and started face fucking. Craig's sudden violent display of masculinity made Krell renew his mouth's embrace of Craig's dick. I didn't know where Krell was finding room in his throat at this point, but after Craig started face fucking, Krell managed to take an additional inch of Craig's thick, hard pole.

Krell was improvising brand new ways of sucking duck, seemingly dislocating his jaw like a snake to take more of Craig's dick in than should have been humanly possible. I watched all this in awe, unable to look away for even a second. However, they both seemed to have even forgotten I was there.

The more Craig fucked his dick down Krell's throat, the more hungrily Krell took it; even when he was gagging, every fiber of Krell's being seemed to be demanding more of Craig's dick.

Krell moaned as his hands felt up Craig's incredible abs and big juicy pecs. Krell was in twink heaven; his mouth was loaded with Craig's juicy uncut man meat.

I noticed a change on Craig's face, as he suddenly seemed to be a single minded man on a mission. "Fuck!" he said, picking up pace as he continued shoving his dick down Krell's throat.

"Mmmm," Krell begged.

"Take my sperm. Take my sperm! Take my fucking sperm!!!!" Craig yelled, and I watched in shock as bliss overtook his face as he mindlessly shot load after pent up load of straight jock sperm down Krell's waiting throat.

"Mmmmmm," Krell said, with the clear noise of gurgling the vast amount of Craig's sperm that was in his mouth. Krell dutifully swallowed Craig's cum, then collapsed on the ground.

Craig, however, swooped in and picked Krell up, supporting Krell's limp body and holding it against his own. Krell's rock hard dick now leaked pre-cum onto Craig's abs, but Craig didn't seem to care, as he passionately kissed Krell over and over.

Finally, Krell leapt up, still supported by Craig's strong arms, and wrapped his legs around Craig. Craig was now holding Krell up by Krell's ass, and Krell held on to Craig's shoulders to support himself. Krell rested his head on Craig's pecs, Krell's own dick obscenely hard, pointing due north.

"Take my virginity, Craig," Krell cooed.

Craig's lack of refractory period totally shocked me, as he then proceeded to ease his hard dick up inside of Krell. Never judge a book by its cover. Craig was officially a fucking stud horse. Damn! I wanted to laugh as I saw Krell's eyes grow wide; I remembered my first time taking a man's dick. I remembered how badly I wanted it, and how simultaneously I experienced pain and pleasure, desire and fear, the all-consuming feeling of being physically dominated and taken by a man.

Craig must have noticed Krell's reaction, because he started comforting Krell.

"It's OK, baby. You're OK," he said softly, soothingly. Krell let out an exhale of relief.

"Ohhhh," Krell said dreamily, experiencing the heavenly feeling of a dick in his ass for the first time. Krell's anus was chock full of dick, and it was still a new sensation for Krell. He let out the kind of relieved sigh people let out after taking a huge dump; the difference was that something was going into Krell's asshole rather than out.

Unfortunately, he didn't get it too far inside before it slipped out. Krell let out a whiny noise in protest.

"I'm trying, baby. It slipped out because of the lube," Craig said, a little defensively. These two are such amateurs.

"It's OK, babe. I believe in you. Go long, Craig. Score a touchdown, Craig," Krell lisped encouragingly, whimpering in his fake, stereotypical gay voice. He reminded me of some of those glory hole porn videos on the internet where the ugly homo behind the door fakes a woman's voice. Krell wasn't ugly, but his constant need to perform reminded me of everything that makes the rest of us respectable gay men look bad.

Craig's arms looked so strong and sexy, his biceps flexing and veins showing in his juicy forearms as they supported Krell. Even though Krell had a trim, gymnast-esque twink body, Craig was so much more manly than I ever knew in that he was able to effortlessly hold Krell's body up. He spread Krell's ass cheeks wide with both hands, and in a quick motion fucked his meat deep up inside of Krell's love canal.

"Unnngh!!!!" Krell whimpered. "OH, GOD YES! FUCK ME, STRAIGHT BOY!" How isn't Craig's boner shrinking from Princess Fucking Prissy Pants over here?

Now securely inside of Krell, Craig steadily fucked Krell and Krell kept emitting moans of intense pleasure. The look in Krell's eyes was nothing short of nirvana. He loved the way it felt to have a dick constantly pounding his anus. Krell's hard dick bounced up and down, rubbing against Craig's six pack.

"OH, LET ME RIDE YOU, DADDY!" Krell screamed hysterically.

"Uhhh, OK, I guess," Craig said. Without putting Krell down or taking his dick out of Krell, Craig changed his grip from Krell's asshole to under Krell's knees, pushing Krell's body back. With Krell's upper body, he hugged Craig tighter with his arms and moved his head cheek to cheek with Craig's, closing his eyes in ecstasy as Craig sat down and Krell was now in the position to ride Craig, with Krell facing Craig and Krell's dick pressed against Craig's hard body.

Craig was now sitting down, with Krell riding him cowgirl style. And this is where Krell went fucking batshit insane.

Krell laughed maniacally in pleasure as he bounced up and down, up and down on Craig's dick. Krell must have had especially strong thigh muscles for a twink, because he looked like a fucking acrobat. Krell started alternating between digging his nails into Craig's body and slapping Craig across the face. I'd never expected this violent side of Krell. It reminded me of the scene in Goldeneye when Xenia rides a dude and orgasms as she chokes him to death with her leg muscles. Somehow, I thought maybe Krell had seen that movie too many times.

"Fuck me harder, daddy! Fuck me harder, daddy! Oh, harder daddyyyyy!!!!" Krell screamed, bouncing up and down on Craig and slapping Craig across the face. This time, the slap actually looked hard and painful.

Finally, Craig violently threw Krell off of him onto the ground.

"What the fuck?!" Craig yelled at Krell. "That fucking hurt, you asshole."

"Mmmm, yes, daddy!" Krell said, furiously jerking off. "Get angry, daddy. Take out your anger on your bad little boy! Beat me! Fuck me hard! Brutalize me! Hit me! Beat me! Rape me, daddy!!! Rape your little angel!"

"This is too fucking weird," Craig said. "What the fuck is the matter with you?"

"Fuck me on the ground hard and punish me!" Krell said, ferociously beating his meat. It seemed to me that Krell had experienced a break with reality. I wondered if somewhere, deep down, buried within the layers of Krell's subconscious... I wondered if perhaps Krell's actual sexual desires were directed at Grayson and not at Craig.

"Daddy!!!" Krell yelled. Krell was on the ground, hit eyes closed. He was beating off furiously, and suddenly he ejaculated. It made a huge arc in the air, before it landed on his own face.

The room was silent except for Krell's breath, recovering from his orgasm.

I was the first one to speak. "Wow."

Krell opened his eyes. He looked at Craig and grinned.

"Craig, you're better than I ever even imagined. I'm so glad my first time is with you. But I want you to fuck me hard. Get violent with me. Make it hurt. Pretend you're raping your baby up into me."

"I'm not going to do that," Craig said. "Look, I promised I'd fuck you, because I felt sorry for you. And I want to keep my end of the deal. But you've got to calm the fuck down."

Krell was pissed. "Come on!!! You're ruining my fantasy. Not even light BDSM?" he whined.

"No. I'll fuck you, but vanilla. Take it or leave it," Craig said. He was so decisive and macho! I was proud of him for not putting up with Krell's bossy bottom bullshit.

"Not fair," Krell pouted. "Can I at least call you Daddy?"

Christ. He is way too into the Daddy thing. I wonder what Grayson would say if he knew.

"Uhhh," Craig blushed. He glanced quickly at me. Heh, he's embarrassed because I'm here. Otherwise he would have said yes.

"Why don't you just call me 'baby?'"

"You're ruining my first time!!!!" Krell whined.

Suddenly, Craig shocked me by picking Krell up and throwing Krell face down onto the couch, right next to where I was sitting. I got up quickly to get out Craig's way, and Craig grabbed Krell's legs, pulling them apart. Then Craig shoved his fingers deep into Krell's asshole.

"You don't fucking tell me what to do," Craig commanded. "You call me whatever the fuck I tell you to call me. You fucking got that?"

"Unnnghhhh, yessssss!" Krell whimpered, enjoying the feeling of Craig's strong, manly grip reaching deep up inside of him.

"Yes, what?" Craig spat.

"Yes, daddy! I mean, yes sir! I mean, yes baby! Oh GOD, yesss Craig, fuck me Craig!!!!"

And then Craig flipped Krell over so Krell was lying on his back. Craig got between Krell's legs, leaned down, and passionately kissed Krell. Then, placing Krell's legs on his shoulders, he pushed Krell back and shoved his dick between Krell's ass cheeks. And Craig started pumping, hard and fast. Craig was pistoning into Krell with such force that the sofa was actually banging against the wall.

To my shock, Craig gripped Krell's dick and started jacking him off as he fucked Krell up the ass. Craig picked up the pace and started grunting loudly.

"Oh, God. You want my cum, sweetheart?" Craig said sweetly. "Beg for my cum, baby."

"Ejaculate into my anus, Craig. Make me a mommy, Craig," Krell begged. Sooo cringe.

"Hummmph! Unnngh!!!" Craig moaned. And then it happened. As Craig fucked Krell and jerked Craig off, Krell came again; a gigantic spurt of Krell's cum shot through the air. This time, Krell came not only all over his own face, but even a bit in his own mouth.

Krell kept on cumming and cumming, and the more he came, the harder Craig fucked him, and the faster Craig jerked him off.

"Yes! Cum for Daddy, Krell! You cum for Daddy!" I guess Craig either forgot I was there, or else got over the embarrassment of being Krell's "daddy" in front of me.

"Yeth, Daddy! I want to have your babieth, Daddy!" Krell lisped in the gayest voice I ever heard.

"Unngh!!!" Craig moaned. "Your daddy loves you," Craig roared, pumping into Krell. "You're daddy's perfect angel!!!" Craig grunted as he released his sperm into Krell's ass. "Hunnngh!!!!!!" Craig's eyes bulged obscenely, as did the veins in his neck. "Take daddy's cum!!!! You take daddy's cum!!!!! Take daddy's cum!!!!!!!!! YOU TAKE MY MOTHERFUCKING CUM!"

"Oh, DADDY!!!!" Krell whimpered. Craig shoved his tongue down Krell's throat, continuing to pump away. I could see Craig's balls contracting as he emptied their contents into Krell's eager butt. After a few moments, Craig's pumping slowed down. Finally, he pulled away from Krell, looking dreamingly down at him. He smiled at Krell, then self-consciously blushed. He looked over at me, let out a laugh, and looked back down at Krell. Krell looked up at Craig in a state of sheer bliss.

The moment was too intimate. It was awkward being there. And yet, I'd never seen anything quite so hot.

Grayson had given me a nice fuck the other day, but he was inhibited in front of Buddy. Craig hadn't been so inhibited. It made me wonder what kind of lover Grayson would be when he was uninhibited. What if I never know? What if Grayson's stupid undeserving bitch of a wife is the only one who ever gets an unfettered fuck from him?

Craig and Krell pressed their nude sweaty bodies together and kept kissing each other. This is their moment, not yours. Get out of here.

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom, guys." I didn't actually have to go to the restroom, but with their orgasms subsiding, I assumed that the two of them didn't want to see me. I looked at a few TikTok accounts I followed.

I thought again about Grayson. Was he awake yet? Was he thinking about me? I wished I could see him. Luckily, I still had his sperm in the office freezer. If I couldn't see him, I'd at least have a chance to taste him.

When enough time passed, I flushed the toilet, washed my hands, and walked back into Craig's living room.

Craig and Krell were still naked, and still cuddling on the couch.

"Hey, sorry to interrupt," I said awkwardly.

"Ugh, you're still here?!" Krell said dismissively.

"Yeah, about that. I was wondering if Craig could give me a ride back to my place. And I was hoping to stop by the office to pick something up first." I needed to grab Grayson's sample from the office freezer, then I was going to go home and beat off until my dick was raw while licking the frozen cum.

"My boyfriend isn't driving you anywhere, skank," Krell said defensively.

"Boyfriend?" I asked Craig incredulously.

"Uh... yeah," Craig said, kinda embarrassed.

"That's right. I'm going to buy a wig and some makeup and a bra and panties and a skirt and I'm going to come back tonight and be Craig's new girlfriend, Cindy!" Krell said triumphantly. "We're gonna spend the night together and he's gonna pull my hair and call me a bitch while he feeds me his hot dick. And best of all, I'll be a girl for him. Because he's still straight."

By this point, I was quite sure that Krell was mentally ill. All those years he'd spent in the closet hating himself had done a number on his psyche, and now he was acting out.

"Too bad you can never be a straight guy's girlfriend, Nathaniel. Unfortunately, your crush wants nothing to do with you. Jealous, bitch?" He grinned at me evilly.

"Congratulations, 'Cindy.' I assume next you'll be getting a sex change?" I asked bemusedly.

"If anyone's going to get a sex change, it should be you, Nathaniel. You're the fucking pathetic total bottom here. Craig just gave me a reach around. When's the last time a man did that for you?"

I didn't want an argument with this unhinged loser. I just wanted to get out of there.

"You're right. You win. Anyway, if you don't want Craig to give me a ride home, will *you* give me a ride home?"

"Ugh. Fine!" said Krell.

"And we had a deal. I want to see you delete my message from your dad's cell phone."

"Right," said Krell. "That insane, desperate fucking message you sent. You know, I think you have Borderline Personality Disorder, Nathaniel."

Is Krell seriously accusing *me* of having a personality disorder?

"Bottoms in glass bath houses shouldn't throw stones, dear," I replied cheerily. Krell rolled his eyes, unlocking the phone and tossing it over to me. I opened up my iMessage thread with Grayson, and deleted the thirsty message I'd sent him the night before. I also deleted the ensuing conversation that had unfolded where Krell had sent me responses pretending to be Grayson. At last, there was no evidence the conversation had ever transpired.. I breathed a sigh of relief. I'd managed to worm my way out of this mess, but I knew I had to start being more careful. My love for Grayson blinded me and made me do stupid, reckless things. I had to learn to rein that in.

Next, Krell threw me the keys. "Now go wait in the car while I say goodbye to my man, you nosy bitch." I wanted to remind him that he was the one who insisted that I stay and watch them fuck in the first place, but then I remembered that this was a chance to have a few minutes alone with Grayson's phone, so I shut up. I doubted that Grayson had any nude pictures on it, but you could bet your ass I was going to look.

I walked to Krell's car and opened the passenger side door. Then I opened up Grayson's phone and went immediately to his photos.

I searched desperately for something, anything that would whet my appetite for Grayson. He didn't even have a fucking shirtless picture of himself, let alone a dick pic! The dude really was squeaky clean. I must have lost track of time, because when I suddenly heard a voice it surprised me.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

I looked up, and Krell was now in the car with me. I had been so focused on Grayson's phone that I hadn't even heard the door open.

Krell snatched the phone back from me.

"You better leave my dad alone from now on."

"He's my boss, Krell. That's going to be pretty hard. Speaking of which, I need to stop at the office."

"Yeah, I heard you the first time."

So he drove me over to the office. We stayed in silence at first, but Krell was the first to speak.

"So you didn't answer my question. Are you jealous?" he asked, baiting me.

"Of what?" I asked arrogantly.

"I know you've been wanting Craig. And I got him before you could."

"I think you have that backwards, honey," I said arrogantly. "I'm the one that got fucked by the man that you want."

"What are you talking about? Craig told me after you left that he never fucked you."

"Not Craig. Your dad," I said bluntly.

"What the fuck are you suggesting?"

"Do you know what an Electra Complex is, Krell?"

"Are you saying that you think I want my dad to fuck me?!"

"Well, you certainly were insistent about calling Craig 'daddy.' Either you were acting out your incest fantasy and pretending Craig was your dad, or you wanted me to think that you have a thing for your dad. Or maybe it was both."

"Nathaniel, you are a fucking piece of work. Just because you have sick fantasies where you force a good straight family man to fuck you at gunpoint, just because you are a fucking sex predator, doesn't mean everyone is as sick in the head as you are."

"Methinks the lady doth protest too much," I quipped. It really was rich how in Krell's mind, I was the crazy one. I was 99% sure Krell wanted to get fucked by his own dad, and yet he kept insinuating that I had mental issues. This dude is really the quintessential bitchy bottom. He does nothing but project his own issues onto other people.

"So how does it feel to lose your virginity?" I asked.

"It was the best moment of my life. Thanks, I guess."

"You're welcome."

We had arrived at the office building. Krell pulled up, turned on his flashers, and told me to be quick.

I used my key card to enter the building, and skipped giddily over to the freezer where I'd left the mug filled with Grayson's sperm.

But when I opened the freezer, Grayson's sperm was gone. All I found was a handwritten note that said, "You're an idiot to leave evidence lying around, Nathaniel."

TO BE CONTINUED...

Thank you to Dani Rojas and Ryan Carlyle for editing and proofreading this story!