To Tell The Truth

The house was massive, the biggest I’ve ever been to. I’d also have never been to an exclusive party with celebrities; actors, professional athletes, internet influencers, politicians. My buddy, Boone, who is a pro-baseball player, invited me and I jumped at the chance. We met through a mutual friend of mine from college who works for Boone’s team as a media consultant. We hit it off right away, had a lot in common; how we grew up, like the same movies, music, cars and, of course, sports. Plus, he’s a great guy, down to earth, thoughtful, philanthropic, just all-around nice guy.

I kind of like the attention he gets when we hang out in public. He gets swarmed with autograph and selfie requests. It’s fun to watch people fawn over him. But then, he’s a good-looking guy, has an incredible build and has a cocky swagger, very masculine, maybe overly so. I’ve noticed sometimes it’s like he tries too hard to be seen as macho and aggressive in public. It’s like he switches to a different persona in public. He’s a pussy hound too. He doesn’t have to look for it, the women just appear, and he gets his pick. I get the rejected ones but hey, they’re still fucking hot. He always leaves me in awe of him. I like being around him, he makes feel special as if I’m the only person in the room.

At times, I wonder if he may be bisexual or gay as he likes to be in my space. When he’s drunk, he’s even more hands on with me but I don’t feel uncomfortable. He’s Boone Barber, if he wants to cuddle, let him cuddle. To tell the truth, I think I may have a little man-crush on him. I can’t help but marvel at his body and he’s so handsome, rugged, I wish I could be like him. I can tell he really cares about me, and I guess I care about him too. I don’t know if these feelings are gay, I’ve never really considered myself gay, maybe bisexual if I had to be anything. But I only have these bisexual feelings when I’m hanging with him.

In private, Boone is laid back, sensitive, and not afraid to show affection with me and his close friends. He tends to be very touchy-feely, hugging, shoulder rubs and not afraid to compliment me on my body, especially when we work out. I always feel inadequate around him as his body is intimidating. It’s fine-tuned, an athlete’s body, powerful, strong, sleek. I’m jealous of his genetics. He got the good genes when he was born, extremely handsome, tall, and naturally muscular. The added training just adds to his muscularity and alpha persona. I’m no slouch either. I used to think I was the shit, and I was cocky about it, but now, I’m in his shadow. I’m not as tall as Boone, but then he’s six-four, but I’m built, ripped and hard but compared to him, I’m chopped liver, in my opinion.

So, we enter the house and I feel like a hick just seeing the city for the first time. The house is massive, modern, and has a killer view of the Hollywood hills and downtown. It’s the house of a pr-bodybuilder known as a playboy, party boy, bad-ass, cocky troublemaker who has been in the news countless times for his bad behavior with alcohol and women.

“Dude, close your mouth,” Boone teases me. “You’ve never been in a house like this, have you?”

“No. It’s humungous. It has a six-car garage for fucks sake,” I said, marveling over the marble floors, vaulted ceilings, elegant but masculine décor and the view.

“This is nothing, I’ve seen better. Just relax, get a drink, and mingle. They’re all just regular people,” he assured me with a big hand on the back of my neck. His hand lingered and he lightly massaged my tense muscles. I felt the tension leave me with his strong hand on my neck. Then, he put his hand on the small of my back and led me through the house to the outside terrace. I thought it was strange, like he was being possessive or protective. Maybe he just wanted me to feel comfortable and calm.

When we came outside to the pool, I had to really hold in my fanboy. Football players, baseball players, actors, soccer players, sports anchors, fitness models, it was a gathering of the most beautiful people in sports and cinema; and all men. I noticed this after a few minutes of being introduced to some of these guys. There were a small contingent of guys I’d never seen before kind of camping out in the corner. They all looked like they belonged, but I didn’t know any of them.

One guy in particular, a NASCAR driver I’d seen on TV. I didn’t follow NASCAR, but I knew who he was. He was even better looking in person, tall and blonde, not too muscular but very lean, square jaw, very handsome.

“Dawson!” Boone greeted the man with a tight hug and much to my shocked surprise, they pecked each other on the lips. I know my eyes must have bulged out my head. Seeing Boone kiss another man was mind-blowing and I immediately was confused and somewhat uncomfortable at the same time.

“Boone! Where the fuck have you been?” Dawson asked Boone.

“Hey, I’ve been around. Why haven’t you texted me?”

“I’ve been busy, motherfucker!” Dawson laughed with a slap to Boone’s shoulder.

It was then that Dawson noticed me. His eyes locked and then traveled down my body.

“Who’s this, Boone?” he asked never taking his eyes off me.

“This is Wes. Wes, you may know Dawson,” Boone said introducing us.

“VERY nice to meet you, Wes,” Dawson said with a strong handshake.

“You too.”

“I see Aston did some remodeling since I was here last,” Boone said looking around.

“Aston?” I interupted. “Astor Morgan? THE Astor Morgan?” I asked, too excited. Astor Morgan was a three-time Mr. Olympia and a two-time winner of the Arnold Classic and a slew of other wins. I’ve followed his career since I was in high school. He inspired me to workout. He’s amazing, thirty-years old, former Marine so he kept his short military haircut, a face like Superman and, of course, the body of Superman. Hell, he could be Superman.

Boone laughed. “Yes, Aston Morgan. Don’t worry, I’ll introduce you later.”

Dawson looked over my shoulder and snapped his fingers at a waiter standing by. “If you don’t mind, Aston asked me to make sure any new people here sign this NDA,” Dawson informed us while grabbing a binder off a tray the waiter carried.

“A Non-Disclosure Agreement?” I asked Boone. “Why?”

“Oh, you know, privacy. Celebrities don’t want rumors and shit getting out,” Boone said.

“Rumors? Like what?” I asked.

Dawson handed me a pen. “You never know what happens at parties. It takes one slip up and boom! It’s on TMZ.”

I shook my head as I scrawled my name across the dotted line. I saw Dawson give a strange look to Boone, an eyebrow raise.

Boone abruptly said, “Hey, where’s Aston? I want to say hi.”

“Should be around somewhere. Check upstairs. He was with Clay last I saw him,” Dawson said with a grin. “May not see him for a while,” he chuckled.

“Understood,” Boone replied but with a look that said they were talking in code. “Cool. We’ll catch up later,” he said, once again, leading me away.

“What was that?” I asked him quietly. “The kiss.”

Boone smiled, “We have a long… history. Very good friends.”

“Oh. I’ve just never seen you kiss another dude,” I said hesitantly.

He chuckled. “You don’t know everything about me,” he said with a mysterious teasing tone.

I was suddenly seeing him in a different light. Is it really possible Boone might be into guys too? I mean, the thought had crossed my mind but I didn’t give a shit, he didn’t have to hide that around me. I actually found it endearing and intriguing, and it made him more attractive to me. I don’t think I’ve had a sexual attraction to another man before. I think all guys think about it sometimes. I’ve been curious before, what’s it like to have sex with a guy. But I never went beyond wondering. I knew if I were to switch teams, it would be Boone.

“Apparently not,” I shrugged.

Walking around being introduced was a trip. So many famous men and all extremely attractive. That’s when it hit me, I can be oblivious to my surroundings, that it was all only men and some men had their arms around other men, talking close, and a few kisses.

I pulled Boone aside. “Boone, be honest with me. Is this a gay party? Because if it is, I don’t care.”

Boone laughed. “Wow, that took you long enough.”

I wasn’t laughing. I stared at him, and he looked back with a closed mouth smile. He put his hand on my shoulder. “You ok?” he asked with deep concern. “You want to leave? I didn’t think you’d mind.”

“No! I said it’s cool. I just wasn’t expecting…” I trailed off before I turned to Boone again. “Ok, I think I already know that answer but are you gay?”

He kept smiling at me and then shrugged. “I thought you knew or at least suspected. You seemed cool with it, so I never brought it up.”

My heart raced and I began to tremble. My mouth went dry. I swallowed hard. “I didn’t know. I mean a couple times I thought about it, but I just forgot about it. You’re good at acting straight with all the women and your reputation.”

“When you’re playing with the big dogs, you learn to play the straight game. Well, now you know. I’d appreciate it if you kept it to yourself. I know I can trust you or I wouldn’t have brought you here tonight.”

He trusted me with this huge secret. I felt privileged and closer to him. I grabbed his shoulder and squeezed. “Dude, I would never tell anyone. I wouldn’t do that to you.”

“I know.”

“So, all these guys are gay?” I asked in amazement. I was looking at so many famous athletes and actors, it was hard to believe they were all gay.

“For the most part. A few aren’t,” Boone said as he followed my eyes around the area.

“Hence, the NDA. I get it,” I said.

“Exactly,” he smiled at me and patted me on the shoulder, his hand lingering for a few seconds longer than normal.

I couldn’t help but keep eye contact. His blue eyes were beautiful. I can see why gay guys would throw themselves at him. The girls he’s been seen with were just a cover.

“Hey, you ok mingling? I want to go find Astor.”

I smiled and said, “Yeah, sure. I’m a little nervous but I can mingle.”

“Sweet. See that group of guys over there?” he pointed to a small group of three guys drinking beer around a bar table. “They aren’t famous, you might feel comfortable hanging with them. They can show you the ropes.”

“I don’t know. What do I do if they hit on me?” I laughed.

“Tell them you’re my bitch,” he said seriously. I looked at him with mass confusion. Was he serious? The second after he said I was his bitch, a jolt of electricity shot up my spine. Then he laughed, “I’m fucking with you, Wes. They’re straight.”

“Oh. Ok. That’s odd,” I said confused. “Hanging with a slew of gay dudes. But then, I’m here.”

“Not really that odd. You’ll see,” he said cryptically and then he walked into the house.

I casually made my way to the table. “Hey guys.”

One of them smiled. “Hey.”

Nervously I introduced myself. “I’m Wes. Boone told me to come over and introduce myself.”

They all said hi at the same time. One said his name was Jake and we shook hands. Then I greeted the other two, Jonathan and Chase.

“So, you’re here with Boone.” Jake said. He was taller and well built. His polo was tight showing off his pecs and his biceps. He had dark hair and was quite handsome.

“Yeah. He went to find Aston.”

They all gave each other a knowing glance.

Jonathan, who looked like a blonde fitness model, chuckled. “You look like a fish out of water, dude.”

“Yeah, sorry. This is my first… gay party.”

Chase laughed. “Ah, a fellow straight guy. Welcome to the closeted celebrity underground.” The rest of the guys laughed and clinked beers. Chase winked at me. I noticed he had very light blue eyes. They almost glowed. I thought we all had similar builds, like we could be clones.

“You ARE straight, right?” Jake asked.

“Uh, yeah,” I replied. “Question, why are you at an all-gay party?” I asked.

Jonathan shrugged. “Why are you? We all came with our gay friends. Good company, good music.”

“Plus, it’s cool to hang with pro-athletes,” Jake chimed in. “We get the juicy behind-the-scenes details on all the drama off the field, shit that no one else knows.”

“And you guys just go and hang out with each other at these things?” I asked.

“Mostly,” Jonathan replied. “We mingle and shit, get a lot of attention from the other guys. Gay dudes love straight guys.”

“They do?”

Jonathan said, “Hell, yeah. They want nothing more than bed a straight guy. They have a thing for turning us,” he laughed.

“We stick around until the after party,” Chase added.

“What after party?” I asked.

“You don’t know?” Jake asked.

“I JUST found out Boone’s gay. Like, minutes ago.”

All three of them looked surprised and then Chase cleared his throat and shook his head. “You didn’t know Boone was into dudes? How long have you known him?”

I shrugged and said, “A little over a year.”

The all looked at each other again and grinned. “Dude, you in for a shocker,” Chase said before he took a drink.

I just looked confused.

Jonathan started to explain, “In a few hours, all those guys are going to get naked and fuck.”

I flinched at the comment, shocked. I looked out over the group of jocks, trying to picture them in a mass naked pile.

“Yeah, we just make ourselves scarce,” Jake said. “Hang out in another room, watch a movie or whatever.”

I looked skeptical. “Why would you come to a gay sex party?”

“Because it’s a great party up until then. I’ve made so many connections. Free tickets to games, red carpet events, trips, job opportunities,” Jonathan said.

Ok, now my bullshit detector was beeping off the scale. There was something more here. I wasn’t buying it. Straight guys just don’t hang out at gay orgies. There was a catch.

I folded my arms over my chest and gave my skeptic face expression. “No. No way. You guys are all lying about something.”

Jonathan blurted out, “No we’re not. What are you talking about?”

I guffawed, “Come on, guys. All your faces say you’re lying. Fess up.” I looked at Jonathan. “Dude, come on. Who are you here with?”

He hesitated. “Dawson Dines.”

“I just met him. NASCAR.”

“Yeah,” he answered.

I nodded my head, a smirk on my face.

“He blows you, doesn’t he?” I said bluntly.

“What? No!” he said defensively.

“Dude, we’re not going to tell. Just tell us,” I pressured him. “I bet he gives a mean blowjob.”

He looked around at all the other guys and then he blushed. “Fine. He blows me,” he admitted.

“I knew it,” I bragged.

Chase and Jake looked uncomfortable, and it wasn’t about what Jonathan just admitted. I knew there was more. The were all way too nervous.

“And what else?” I asked him, he knew I knew something.

Jonathan continued to stare at his beer but said nothing.

“Yeah, what else?” asked Jake.

“It’s no big deal, guys,” Jonathan said, trying to wave off the situation as if it was a non-event.

I grinned. “You guys are fucking.”

Jonathan’s head shot up. “What? Nah, man. Just drop it.”

The other two guy’s jaws dropped in surprise. I just grinned.

“Dude, you’re fucking Drew Dines?” Chase asked.

Jonathan shrugged. “Guys, it’s not a big deal. I mean, I didn’t think it would ever happen, but it did. Besides, you guys, he has the best ass, tight as fuck AND he likes it rough.

I looked over at Jake and he swallowed hard, his hands trembled. He was next.

“Spill it, Jake,” I told him.

Jake looked like a deer in the headlights. He had guilt written all over his face.

“You’re fucking… who?” I asked.

Chase rolled his eyes and admitted it, said, “Chad Winston.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Isn’t he Rugby?”

“Uh, yeah,” Jake answered shyly.

I laughed and then teased, “He’s got a tight ass too, dude?”

“I don’t know,” he answered, looking down.

“You don’t know if the dude likes to get fucked?” I asked accusingly.

Jake looked up and then around the area. He was extremely uncomfortable. I knew what was going on.

“Jake, Jake, Jake. He’s boning YOU, isn’t he?” I said, taunting him too.

“Dude. Chad is boning you?” Chase asked with complete curiosity and shock.

Jake let out a hard sigh. “Shut up guys. It’s not a big deal.”

I laughed, “Your straight and you’re getting fucked by a professional Rugby player, and it’s not a big deal?”

“Not all the time,” Jake shrugged. “Look, he hit on me, and I decided to try it. His cock is huge, sometimes I can’t take it.”

“And you like it?” Chase asked.

“Dudes, it’s fucking Chad Winston. Of course, I like it. I have fucking Chad Winston’s DNA inside me. Right now! I have his fucking DNA inside my ass and he’s a part of me. It’s hot as hell.”

I nodded my head. Proud of myself for calling their bullshit out. It was Chase’s turn.

“Alright, pretty boy. You’re way too hot to not be fucking around with your friend. Who are you here with?”

Chase stood up straight, looking confident. “Smith Tarken.”

I was impressed. Smith was big black guy, quite ripped, and played football, a wide receiver.

“Respect,” I said holding up my fist which he proudly bumped.

“We don’t fuck, though,” he announced.

“Now my interest is peaked,” I said.

The other guys looked at him waiting for him to explain.

“Smith likes three-ways and shit like that.”

“With a girl, you mean?” Jake asked.

“No. Smith isn’t into girls,” Chase told them.

“So, you tag other guys,” I confirmed without him agreeing.

“Yeah, pretty much,” Chase nodded.

“Wait. How does a gay football player convince a straight guy to tag team other dudes?”

He smiled. “Did you see that $200,000 car in the driveway?”

“Yeah,” I answered knowingly.

“He bought that for me if I agreed to let him watch me fuck a guy,” he said.

The other two guys laughed.

“Oh my god, what is that even like?” I asked him.

“He has an assistant, a younger kid, college age and Smith sits in the corner and watches me rail the guy. I thought why not, the kid is hot and masculine. And that eventually turned into him joining in and now we do it together. Sometimes he’ll find us two or three bottoms and we dump a few loads each.”

Again, I fist bumped him. “Again, respect bro.”

“And YOU just found out Boone is into boys.” Jake stated.

“Yep.”

“And what now?” he asked.

I shrugged. “I have no idea. I’m not gay. I’ve never been with a guy. He’s never hit on me.”

Chad asked, “Yeah, but would you… you know?”

I thought about it. I hadn’t address it. I mean I always said it I was going gay; it would be with him. He’s hot. I’m hot. He’s a fucking beast. I like that about him.

“I don’t know,” I answered. “Now that I know, looking back, all the signs were there. He wants me, I can tell. But he’s not even trying to hit on me.” I was silent for a few seconds and decided to tell them, “Ok, so I have a man-crush on him.”

“Dude, it’s not a crush,” Jonathan said with confidence.

“He has been treating me like a boyfriend lately. God, if I wanted to, I could totally get with him and explore this shit. Maybe I should.”

“You really should,” Jake said.

“Eh, you do you,” Chase said. “Try it or not. I think you’d like it.”

Then I had a thought. “Well, now that you all know about each other, you know what this means about tonight?

Chase grinned. “We can join in tonight.”

The other two men’s faces lit up.

“Fuck,” Jonathan said. “We can,”

“You’re right. God, you guys. I’m fucking excited!” Jase said.

“So, what are you going to do, Wes,” Chase asked.

I thought about it again and then smiled. “I might as well stay and find out what this is all about. But I need to get drunk.”

They all laughed, and Jake left and came right back with a bottle of bourbon. “Drink up, stud. You’re going to see some hot shit tonight.”

I drank like a fish and quickly got hammered. When I’m drunk, my inhibitions fly out the door. I’m an open book and I have no filter. I noticed the three other guys getting handsy and they were talking about the stuff they do with their gay friends. It was turning me on. I looked at Jake who was stealing glances at me. He was a hot dude. Muscular, handsome, a great ass. I could see him putting out for a dude.

I felt a hand on my shoulder. Boone was back and looked a little disheveled.

BOONE’S POV

“Hey Boone!” Wes slurred, barely able to stand still. “What’s up buddy?” He put his arm around my shoulder.

I looked at him strange. “Are you drunk?” I laughed.

“What? Drunk? Please, you know me better than that. Not drunk, I’m trashed!” He rubbed my back. “Damn, muscles on muscles,” he whispered loudly.

He grinned at me. His teeth were so white. His eyes stared into mine and I looked at him suspiciously. “You’re handsy tonight.”

He ran his other hand over my chest. “So? Maybe I’m just friendly?” He slurred again.

“Excuse us, gentlemen,” I announced as I took his wrist and led him into the house where it was quiet. “What’s going on, Wes?”

I towered over him. I looked down at him and he looked up. “Nothing, BOONE!” he emphasized my name with a chuckle. “You are very tall,” he commented.

I laughed; he was hilarious. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him this drunk. “Or are you just very short?” I teased.

“Hmm… nope. Survey says… you are tall!” he yelled doing his best Family Feud impression.

He squeezed my bicep and said, “Fucking pythons. BIG fucking pythons,” he mumbled. “Flex these babies.”

I froze. Wes was hitting on me. He was blatantly feeling me up. I can’t believe this is happening. I’ve wanted this for so fucking long. Finally, we’re going to fool around. I humored him and flexed.

“Yeah! Now THAT’S what I’m talking about, bro.”

“Strong enough to toss me around,” he laughed, punching me playfully on the shoulder. He reeked of alcohol. “You ever toss around any of those straight dudes?”

I smiled, “No. Not them, anyway.”

“Ohhh, so you do like to play rough,” he winked.

“When the situation calls for it,” I informed him with a wink back.

“You like to fuck boys. I think that’s cool. You like him muscular I bet.”

“I do. Like you,” I flirted again.

“I bet you’re fucking strong.”

“You know I am. I kick your ass in the gym all the time,” I taunted the drunk stud.

He laughed. “Yeah, you do! Kick my ass all over the place. You know why? Huh?” I shrugged but was totally amused. “Cuz you are fucking Boone Barber, motherfucker. Boone Barber is the man! You know that?”

I just went for it. I put my arms around his neck. “I did know that. I’m glad you know that,” I flirted.

“Yeah. I did know that,” he said with a dumb smile with glassy eyes. Glassy, beautiful eyes. “You know what, Booney?”

“Booney?” I cracked up.

“YEP!” he yelled out clapping his hands around my waist. “That’s your name now. Booney.”

“You’re fucking adorable.”

He looked up at me with a serious face. “You know what? Booney?”

“What, Wes.”

“YOU are a fucking hot man,” he announced with a nod. “There I said it. You are a very good-looking man.” He grinned a ridiculously stupid grin.

“Thank you, Wes. You’re extremely sexy,” I confessed to the shorter muscle stud.

“Yeah? You think I’m sexy?” He chuckled. “You want to fuck me, don’t you? Booney.”

“The thought has crossed my mind,” I admitted. Of course, I did. The man has an ass of steel.

“You’re dirty,” he said with a slurry, messy voice. “You are a dirty man, Booney.”

“Yes, I am. And I want to get you dirty too.”

“You know, I’ve always wondered what it would be like to get with you.”

“You have?” I asked with surprise.

“Oh, yeah. You’re Booney Barber. If I’m going gay, it’s got to be with Booney Barber,” he said matter-of-factly.

I looked at him sideways and smiled. “Are you saying you’re going to go gay?”

He shrugged. “Why not? Might as well test the waters, eh Booney?”

“I’m good with that,” I pulled him closer until my chest was against him.

“How about you kiss me, fucker.”

I didn’t have to be told twice. I wasted no time and slammed my mouth down on his. I could feel his stubble rubbing against my chin. He squealed inside my mouth, shocked I’m sure but after a minute or so, that hot little fucker got into it. We made out in the open living room. My cock was rock hard and his was too. He broke away and looked up at me.

“Booney! You can kiss!” he bellowed. “Damn, that was better than I thought it would be.”

I threw him down on the couch and jumped on top of him. I held his hands above his head and attacked his mouth again. There was a lot of squirming and a lot of moaning. We did this for what seemed like a hour but it was only about five minutes.

“You are such a hot little fucker,” I said, panting.

“Can I suck your dick?” he asked bluntly. I about lost it.

“You want to suck my cock?”

“Yeah. I want to suck the cock of Boone Barber. I want to fucking show you how much I want you. I got to suck your dick, Booney.”

I looked around to see if anyone was watching. “Uh… ok. We need to go find a bedroom.”

“Nice,” he said excitedly.

I yanked him up the couch and before he knew it, I hauled him up, slung him over my shoulder into a fireman’s carry and took him upstairs.

“WOO HOO, COWBOY!” he hollered. I didn’t care who heard.

I kicked open one of the many bedroom doors and threw him down on a bed.

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do this?” I asked him. “The very second I met you. I fucking saw you, that handsome face, that gorgeous ass, that body and that cocky swagger. I knew I had to have you.”

“Well, now you got me, big man,” he growled. “Let’s do this.”

I crawled on top of but then stopped. “You do know what will be happening downstairs later.”

“Uh huh,” he nodded. “Sex party. Orgy. Gang bang…”

I laughed. “Yes, all that.”

“So?”

“Just making sure you’re ok. Lots of crazy shit happens at these things.”

“I want to see some of the crazy shit,” Wes said before biting his bottom lip.

“Yeah?” I was intrigued. “You want to watch some hot dudes have sex?”

“I want hot dudes to watch you and I have sex,” he said, very seductively.

I thought I was going to jump out of my skin. “Wes, that is hot as fucking hell. I’d fuck the shit out of you and all those hot guys will be so jealous of my Wesley. You want that? Me inside you, drilling into you while all those jocks watch and beat off?”

“I want you to fuck me and make me your bitch. Make me your bitch in front of all those dudes. Show them who owns my ass. Fucking Boone Barber has a bitch and it’s me. You want me to be your bitch, big man? Huh, Booney?”

“Fuck! I want you to be my bitch, Wes. You’ll be my fuck toy. You want that stud? Be my little stud cum hole bitch?”

“You bet I do, fucker!”

“You want me to break you in first before you make your debut as a bitch?”

“Do whatever the fuck you want to do, Booney. Don’t ask, just do.”