CW: Manipulation, Dubcon?

I was not crying. I had slowly finished my third cup of coffee and was trying to look around from time to time. My legs were shaking a little more than usual. Maybe it was caffeine, or maybe I wanted to just run out of the café and cry my heart out.

It has been ninety minutes since I had been waiting for Janice. I think the waitress figured it out by the looks on my face. I was looking at my phone with a sense of defeat when I heard his voice.

“Mark?” A male voice called for my attention. “Is that you?”

I looked up to see that my best friends’ older boyfriend was right there in front of me. Raymond Stokes has been in a serious relationship with my best friend Kyle Vance for a year and a half.

Ray was in his late forties or maybe early fifties when he got into a relationship with my 19-year-old best friend. I didn’t even know Kyle was gay until he actually introduced his boyfriend to me. It was a shock to me to find out that he was gay and it was an even bigger shock for me to see how old his boyfriend really was. That was not even the most shocking thing to me. It was really jarring to me when Kyle straight up decided to drop out of college a few months into the relationship.

We are 21 now, and still keep in touch over texts and talk on the phone from time to time. But there has been a distinct lack of meeting up and chatting together like old times.

“Yes Ray.” I answered him. “How’ve you been?”

“I’m doing fine.” Ray answered as he sat on the chair that was meant for my date.

“It seems like you’ve had better days.” He commented as he sat in front of me.

“Yeah, well…” I felt like telling the complete truth to him might make me feel better. “I just got ghosted by someone I was serious about.”

Raymond took a moment to process what I just said. His eyes widened up and he had to forcefully close his lips.

“That’s messed up.” Raymond responded. “Are you sure she’s not just running late?”

“It’s been almost two hours.” I responded. “I don’t think she’s coming.”

“Did you try to…”

“No response.” I answered before he could finish his question.

“Well,” He immediately tried cheering me up. “Maybe she came over; saw that you were way out of her league and ran away.”

I closed my eyes as I could not even force out a polite smile. I was still feeling the full brunt of the heartbreak.

“Hey,” I felt Raymond’s hands on mine as he started speaking. “It’s going to be fine. You’re going to be fine.”

I opened my eyes and looked at the mature hand holding my softer ones. Then I looked up to see genuine compassion in his eyes.

“I know it hurts right now.” He kept talking. “But you’re so young right now. A year from now this whole thing is going to feel silly to you.”

He paused for a moment, looked me up and down, then said, “I bet you won’t even remember her a few weeks from now.”

“Thank you for saying that.” I felt like I had to say something.

“No really,” Raymond doubled down. “With how gorgeous you look; you’ll have no trouble finding a partner.” He rubbed my palm before letting me go.

“I’m actually famished.” Raymond commented. “Let’s order lunch.”

“Let’s.” I said as I thought I might as well have something to eat.

Raymond ordered for the two of us. I was happy to let him take the lead since I was still having trouble processing the ghosting incident.

The waitress was cheerful as she came over to our table. She smiled at me as we made eye contact. She probably saw the two of us holding hands and thought that Raymond was my date. I did not have the energy to correct anything as I waited for the food to come.

Raymond was doing his best to keep the conversation going. He asked me about my college and my future plans. I gave him short answers for everything. That did not stop him from talking. He sprinkled in compliments constantly in the middle of the conversation.

This was probably the first time I understood what Kyle saw in this man that was more than double our age. He seemed like a genuinely nice person. And he’s not the worst looking person, despite his age.

But I still think Kyle was being hasty when he moved in with Ray a week after meeting the man. Not to mention him dropping out of college months later.

I did talk about it with Kyle. He justified his actions by saying that Raymond was the man for him and he does not see himself with anyone else, and Raymond will provide for him.

For a long time, the whole situation did not sit right with me. But they have been together for a year and a half, and they still seem like a happy couple. So, what do I know.

—

The food arrived and we had our lunch almost silently. Raymond was on his phone, texting someone during lunch.

He later told me that he texted Kyle about our sudden encounter.

“Kyle is already on his way over here.” Raymond mentioned.

“Oh!” I have not seen Kyle for a couple of months. Suddenly, a thought crossed my mind. “What were you doing at this restaurant?” I asked him.

“Oh, I was just in the neighborhood and saw you sitting alone over here.” He then called the waitress and asked for the bill.

Raymond paid for both of us and I saw Kyle entering the restaurant. His eyes lit up as he saw the two of us. Raymond announced that we should be getting out of the place. Kyle came rushing over to me and gave me a tight hug.

“Oh Mark,” Kyle said without letting go of me. “It’s going to be all fine.”

I assumed Raymond told him about my situation and just sighed in response. Despite the hug being really strong, it felt good to be held like that.

We left the restaurant and Kyle immediately suggested that we go to the beach for a walk. I didn’t have any plans for the rest of the day. So I agreed to go along with them.

It was a fifteen-minute drive to the beach. As we started walking, I immediately realized that this was a bad idea. Kyle and Raymond were holding hands, walking around like the loving couple they are.

Despite never wanting to be with someone like that, seeing the two of them together like that made me feel incredibly jealous. My chest felt heavy as I realized that I missed out on a loving and tender relationship.

Kyle was the first one to understand my discomfort. What he did next shocked me. He held my hand as well now. We started walking along the beach as if we were in a three-way relationship.

Kyle asked me about life, college and family. Raymond chimed in with comments about his experience with people.

The constant stream of compliments did not stop at all. Kyle was more comfortable with touching different parts of my body. I was feeling slightly better than before as the sun was setting.

But I knew I would be going home and soon, I would be left alone with my thoughts. That would not be a good thing in my situation.

Once again, Kyle understood how I was feeling and said that we should go to a club and get plastered. That seemed like a good idea since I have the tendency to get drunk pretty easily.

Kyle knew that too. At least I would not think about Janice for the rest of the night. And I was with two people I could most likely trust.

“That sounds like a great idea.” I announced. “Let’s go… I want to drink all the pain away.”

Kyle looked me in the eyes as I said that. He gave me a smile before turning his head away. Kyle and Raymond were looking at each other at the moment.

I could not properly see the look they exchanged with each other. But they started full on kissing each other right then and there.

I did not think anything of the gesture at the moment.

Soon enough we were on our way to a club. It took me a minute to realize that the two of them took me to a gay bar.

Of course, I was out with a gay couple. The distinct lack of women was my first clue. The second and more obvious clue was when I saw a guy giving someone else a handjob a couple of feet away from where we were sitting.

I could not wait for the alcohol; and the bartender delivered. Both Kyle and Raymond urged me to slow down as I kept chugging away.

I ignored their plea and kept going until I felt like throwing up. Then I asked for the direction to the washroom. Kyle offered to escort me, but I denied.

“Nothing’s going to happen.” I slurred my words. “I’m just going out to pee.”

I said that and started making my way to the washroom. I felt like I was going to trip over absolutely nothing.

The open handjob should have given me a clue on what kind of club I was in. But the washroom was on a completely different level. I was so dizzy that I did not even realize how many people were actually fucking in there.

One person was shoved against the wall right next to the entrance with his pants pulled down to his knees. Another much larger man was working his dick from behind.

I could not make out any proper consent in the place. But with all the moaning and groaning going one, it was safe to assume that most people were enjoying their nights.

All the stalls were occupied, and I was too drunk for the urinals. So I waited in front of the stalls and someone immediately walked up behind me. The stranger started manhandling me straight away.

“What do you say you and me get to know each other better right now.” The man said as he started groping my crotch while his other hand went straight underneath my shirt and found my nipple.

I did not know why I reacted the way I did at the moment. But I let out a moan and my dick started getting hard. I knew telling him I was straight would not stop him from what he was doing. And the way my body reacted might not make him believe in my heterosexuality in the first place.

“I’m here with my boyfriend.” I lied. “I don’t want to cheat on him.”

“You’re here with your boyfriend and he let you come to the restroom alone?” He pinched my right nipple, eliciting a louder moan. “He’s probably fucking someone else out there right now. Or he has something else in mind.”

“What do you mean?”

“Is this your first time in this place boy?”

“Uh-huh!” Once again, I did something I did not mean to do in the first place. I rubbed my ass against his crotch.

“He definitely has plans for you tonight.”

“Why…”

“You don’t come here for a date.” He said as one of the stall doors slowly opened up.

“I really need to go now.” I managed to get away from the man.

Two men came out of the stall I was walking towards. It was pretty obvious with the way they walked to understand who was the top and who was the bottom.

I quickly walked inside the stall and locked the door. To my dismay, both sides of the stall had holes large enough for a proper blowjob.

The stall to my right had three people inside with only one being completely naked and taking two dicks up the ass. The people on the other stall were just finished with whatever they were doing; as it seemed like they were cleaning their softening dicks.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Then I carefully fished out my fully erect cock. Despite needing to pee so bad, it was hard for me to do so with a hard penis.

But I could not control my bladder after an eight-inch-long penis slid in though the stall.

“Here’s what’s going to happen.” The voice belonged to the man that was groping me moments ago. “You can use your hands and mouth to make me cum right now. Or, I am going to come in there and use your body however I like until I cum multiple times. I don’t give a fuck who came with you here.”

I put the toilet seat down and sat down for a better angle at the dick. I don’t think I was just walking out of here if this guy didn’t want me to. Might as well give him what he wants.

Might as well try and enjoy the whole process. The large and veiny dick looked a little too dry for a regular handjob. I don’t have any kind of lube with me at the moment. I was going to have to use my mouth for the job at hand.

To be fair, when I was getting out of my apartment this morning, I was not thinking that I might have to make somebody cum or get fucked in the ass.

I have wondered about anal sex before. Surely there’s something to it. It must feel good in some ways. Otherwise there wouldn’t be so many gay people out there. Hell, my best friend has been in a relationship with a man old enough to be his dad. Kyle has been taking up the ass for a long time now.

The hard dick twitching in front of me got me out of my head.

Where was I?

Right! I would need saliva to get the dick wet. So I tried my best to conjure enough spit for the dick in front of me.

I spat on the dick and started working my right hand all over it. My left hand was busy on my still raging hard dick.

My own dick was a decent six inch long one. I was never insecure about my size. But something about seeing a man larger than me made me feel subservient. Even with just the dick in sight, it was obvious who was the dominant one between us.

I was only playing with his dick for a couple of minutes when he commanded me to take him in my mouth.

“Why don’t you start with a kiss?” He suggested after I hesitated for a while. “Start with the tip.”

As I lowered my head to a new life, I realized that I was already mesmerized with the dick in front of me. Instead of kissing the tip, I started with licking his frenulum.

“Ah yes.” Moaned the satisfied stranger. “I knew you were a natural bottom. You’re such an eager slut. Can’t wait to fuck your ass properly.”

I panicked and grabbed his dick tightly. I knew I had to get out of there. I stopped playing with my dick and tried my best to make him cum quickly. My plan was to get out of there before the man could get dressed.

I went to work on his dick. I took the tip in my mouth and worked my hands on his dick and balls. It felt weirdly good when the guy from the other side started moaning uncontrollably. I started working my tongue around the tip and the stranger could not control himself anymore.

He blasted ropes after ropes of semen straight into my mouth. As he finished cumming, I was smart enough to keep my mouth closed so that his semen did not ruin my clothes. I was not used to the sensation of having semen swirling in my mouth. So my immediate reaction was to swallow his entire load straight down my throat.

I had made my mind to run out of the stall as soon as he was finished. But I was feeling disoriented at the moment.

I slowly stood up and had trouble putting my raging hard dick in my pants. By the time I got dressed and opened the stall door, the stranger I just blew was standing right in front of me.

“That was really good for your first time boy.” He held my chin up and made me look him in the eyes. “I’ll look forward to our next meet up.”

I could not respond properly as I tried figuring out if he was making a promise or a threat.

“You don’t have to worry your pretty little head about it. I’ll find you at the right time. Just enjoy the rest of the night with your boyfriends.” He started laughing out loud as he walked out of the washroom.

I could not wash my mouth or my face as there were people fucking each other on the sink. With the residual taste of semen in my mouth, I started walking over to the bar where Raymond and Kyle were sitting before.

To my surprise, neither of them were there. Someone else was sitting on the stool I was sitting on before. As I walked closer; it was obvious that the man sitting on the stool was getting his ass gently fingered by the person sitting next to him. I said gently because the man still had his eyes open and was taking small sips from his drink. But he was leaning forward with his pants pulled down. And the man sitting next to him had his right hand behind, slowly working his fingers in and out. I could not figure out how many fingers though.

I became slightly anxious as I realized that I might be alone in this sex club. Something in the air did not let me get too anxious as I realized that the worst outcome here would be me getting fucked in the ass. And with the way things were progressing, I might not even mind doing it with some guys.

The soft yet hard texture of a dick on my lips was still fresh in my mind. I turned around to look for the man that fucked my mouth minutes ago. I felt a burning sensation down in my stomach and my chest was thumping like crazy as I looked around the club to find someone to go home with.

I’m pretty sure I would not be able to make it home by myself at my current state. I felt slightly mad at Kyle and Raymond for abandoning me like this. But then again, I completely understand if both of them got turned on by the whole atmosphere and went somewhere private to have sex. I mean, I was supposed to go out with a woman a few hours ago and I just sucked a stranger’s dick minutes ago.

My heart was about to burst out of my chest when someone grabbed my shoulder from behind. It was the bartender asking for my attention. When I turned around, the man showed me where the private booths were located and told me that my friends were in the second to last booth.

I slowly stumbled my way towards the booths, hearing all sorts of ungodly sex acts going on. I’m pretty sure at least one guy was being forced to have sex against his will.

That wouldn’t be me. I was already thinking of having sex with a man before. Despite being drunk, I knew I was horny and more than willing to take some dick. And the safest dick in the vicinity belonged to my life long best friend and his boyfriend.

Yes, I knew what I wanted.

—

I stumbled my way into the wrong booth first. I noticed four people cramped into the small booth with only one man as the center of attention. The man was getting both his holes stuffed as another man was standing by the side. The man fucking the bottom’s mouth pulled out and the other man started moving in front.

I quickly closed the curtain in fear of getting caught. As I was walking away, I hear a voice inside pleading, “Wait, wait, not… one at a time please. One at a mmmph…”

The voice was muffled pretty quickly. There was so much moaning all around me that I imagined the bottom immediately started enjoying the double penetration.

I managed to open up the curtains to the right booth this time. But it was hard for me to understand at first since I could not see the face of anyone.

All I could see was a man leaning his head back at the leather couch, and another man was bobbing his head up and down. I almost backed away from this booth too. That’s when I noticed Kyle’s curves. Then I tried to remember what clothes they were wearing.

I was staring at Kyle’s jiggling body for a while when I looked up. The buttons to Raymond’s shirt were unbuttoned. His large and hairy torso was on full display.

Raymond opened his eyes to notice me this time. He held Kyle’s head to make him stop before addressing my presence.

“Mark!” Raymond called me over. “Come here and take a seat.”

I thought I saw Kyle pouting before he got up and sat down to the right side of Raymond. I slowly walked over and sat on the other side.

“We’re sorry for leaving you like that.” Kyle apologized.

“Yeah.” Raymond chimed in. “You were taking some time in there and we could not help ourselves.”

They were apologizing for something, but there was no effort of covering up Raymond’s dick at all. The hard and wet dick was pulsating as they kept talking. I was hearing half of what they were talking about. But most of my attention was focused on the moist and thick member between Raymond’s legs.

It seemed pretty similar to the dick I sucked before. I might need to hold it in my hands and take it in my mouth for a better measurement.

“… right Mark?” I heard Kyle’s voice saying something.

“Huh?” was my disoriented response.

“It’s getting pretty late.” Raymond mentioned. “We were thinking of going home.”

I was way too horny to just go home. But I was having trouble telling them exactly how I felt. I can’t just tell them that I am more than willing for a gay threesome even if I thought I was straight hours ago. Can I?