As Gabe stood there, bent over the table with Brad's fluids plugged inside him, his mind drifted back to when he first became aware of his same-sex attractions during his teenage years at school. It was a confusing and scary time, realizing he was drawn to other boys in a way he couldn't quite understand or accept. He had always been close with Brad, his sister's best friend, and had felt the first stirrings of desire long before he even knew what it meant.
In high school, Gabe had dated a few girls, trying to fit in and be the straight, all-American jock everyone expected him to be. He had kissed and groped his way through relationships with cheerleaders and classmates, but it always felt lacking, unsatisfying. Something was missing, and he couldn't put his finger on what it was.
It wasn't until a late-night encounter with his then-best friend and teammate, Jason, that Gabe began to understand the truth about his own desires. They had been fooling around, drunk on stolen beer and teenage hormones, when Jason had suddenly grabbed Gabe's crotch and pulled him in for a heated kiss. Gabe had been shocked but not uninterested, and the encounter had ended with both of them jerking each other off in the backseat of Jason's car.
That experience had opened Gabe's eyes to the possibility that he might be gay, but he had been terrified to acknowledge it. He had pushed those feelings down, buried them deep, and thrown himself into his studies and sports with even greater fervor. He had dated a few more girls, even losing his virginity to his senior prom date, but it had always felt like a chore, a performance.
The pull Gabe felt towards Brad had only grown stronger as they started college together, rooming together as freshmen in the dorms. While Jason had been his closest confidant in high school, it was Brad who became his entire world once they moved into the dorms together.
Late one night, drunk on courage and desperation, Gabe had made the first move. He had stumbled into the room they shared, his heart pounding in his chest, and confessed his true feelings. "Brad, I... I think I'm gay," Gabe had stammered, his words slurring slightly from the alcohol. "And I think... I think I'm in love with you."
Brad had looked at him with surprise at first, but then a slow, pleased grin had spread across his handsome face. He had grabbed Gabe by the shirt and pulled him close, until their faces were inches apart. Gabe could smell the alcohol on Brad's breath, could feel the heat radiating off his body.
"Well, well, well," Brad had murmured, his voice low and rough. "I always knew there was something different about you, Gabe. Something... exciting."
Gabe's heart had raced at those words, hardly believing what he was hearing. But then Brad had crashed their lips together in a searing, hungry kiss, and Gabe had known that despite not being gay himself, Brad was certainly intrigued by the idea of exploring Gabe's desires.
"You want to fuck me, don't you?" Brad had growled against Gabe's lips, his hands roaming down to grab Gabe's ass possessively. "Want to bend me over and take what you need?"
"Yes," Gabe had gasped, his hips bucking forward instinctively to grind against Brad's. "Fuck, yes. I want you so bad, Brad."
Brad had chuckled darkly, clearly pleased by Gabe's desperate response. His hands had slid under Gabe's shirt, pushing it up and off, exposing his chest to the cool air. He had taken a moment to admire the view, his eyes hungry as they raked over Gabe's body.
"Fuck, you're hot," Brad had groaned. "I can't believe I never realized how badly you wanted this before. How badly you wanted me."
After that fateful night where Gabe confessed his feelings and desires to Brad, things had started to change between them. Brad had become increasingly intrigued by Gabe's attractions and had begun to encourage his friend's cravings for intimacy, always careful to keep his distance. Brad asked Gabe what his ‘type’ was, feigning ignorance even though he knew he was the blueprint for Gabe's every desire. Brad didn’t mean to be mean, but such discussions, brief though they were, were torture to poor Gabe.
One evening, as they hung out in their dorm room, watching TV and drinking illicit beer, Brad had turned to Gabe with a mischievous grin. "Hey, why don't you put that gay mouth of yours to good use?" Brad had suggested, his voice a low, teasing rumble. "I've seen how you look at my package. Show me what you can do."
Gabe had felt a rush of excitement and nerves at the suggestion, his chest tightening. He had always dreamed of tasting Brad, of feeling that thick cock on his tongue. Swallowing hard, Gabe had nodded, moving to kneel between Brad's spread legs.
"Fuck, I knew you wanted it," Brad had groaned as Gabe fumbled with his zipper, freeing his hardening cock from the confines of his jeans. It had sprung out, already semi-erect and leaking pre-cum, making his mouth water.
Without hesitation, Gabe had wrapped his lips around the head, his tongue swirling around the leaking tip to lap up the salty essence. Brad had let out a low moan, one hand coming down to tangle in Gabe's hair, encouraging him to take more.
"That's it, man," Brad had panted, his hips rocking slightly to push more of his length into Gabe's eager mouth. "Fuck, your mouth feels good. Take it deeper, Gabe."
Gabe had done as instructed, relaxing his throat and taking Brad in, inch by inch, until his nose was pressed against the coarse hair at the base of Brad's cock. He had held himself there, swallowing around the thick length, reveling in the feeling of being so completely filled by his best friend's dick.
"Shit, your throat... fuck, it's so tight," Brad had gasped, his grip on Gabe's hair tightening as he started to thrust shallowly into Gabe's mouth. "Knew you'd have a great cocksucking mouth, even if you didn't know it yourself."
Gabe had bobbed his head enthusiastically, taking Brad's cock deeper and faster, his tongue working the thick shaft with increasing confidence. He had never felt so turned on, so desperate to please his best friend, to taste his essence. Brad's encouragement had spurred him on, making him want to take things further.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," Brad had grunted, his grip on Gabe's hair tightening painfully as his thrusts grew more erratic. "Gonna fucking cum down your throat, man. Swallow it all. Every drop is gains, bro. Don't be a pussy."
Gabe had braced himself, unprepared for the sudden, hot rush of semen that had erupted from Brad's cock. The taste had been unfamiliar, salty and slightly bitter, and Gabe had gagged instinctively at the first spurt. Unable to handle the unfamiliar sensation, he had pulled back, allowing Brad's cum to splatter across his face and chest, some of it landing on the linoleum floor between his knees.
"Fuck, what the hell?" Brad had snapped, his cock still pulsing and leaking ropes of cum onto the floor. "I told you to swallow it, not fucking spit it out, you dumbass. I just gave you a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, Gabe, and you fumbled the snap. That’s actually tragic. You’re lucky I don't charge a cover fee for this. Clean that up; I’m hitting the bricks to wash the failure off me."
Gabe had looked up at Brad with wide, shocked eyes, his chin dripping with the cum he hadn't been able to handle. But at the annoyance in Brad's voice, he had quickly scooped some of the spilled semen off the floor with his fingers.
"Shit, sorry, man," Gabe had mumbled, bringing his messy fingers to his mouth and tentatively licking them clean. The taste had been even more potent, more concentrated, and Gabe had had to force himself not to gag again.
"That’s a literal waste of my energy, Gabe. Anyway, don't be fucking sorry, just clean up the damn mess," Brad had ordered, tucking his softening cock back into his jeans and zipping up. "And in the future, when I tell you to swallow, you fucking swallow. Got it?"
"Yeah, got it," Gabe had replied meekly, licking the last of Brad's cum off his fingers and then wiping the rest off the floor with a paper towel, tossing it in the trash. He had felt used, slightly disgusted by the taste and the act of swallowing Brad's load, but also incredibly turned on by the dominant way Brad had taken control.
Later that night, as Brad was taking a shower before bed, Gabe had misread the earlier encounter entirely. Emboldened by the blowjob and the new level of intimacy it seemed to represent, he had stripped down to his boxers and tiptoed into the bathroom. Without knocking, he had pulled back the shower curtain to reveal a naked, dripping Brad.
"Yo, Brad... sorry about the mess, man. You want me to wash your back? Make it up to you?" Gabe had asked, a hopeful grin on his face as he took in Brad's muscular, glistening body.
Brad had spun around, his eyes widening in surprise and annoyance at the unexpected intrusion. He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist, his face flushing red.
"What the fuck, Gabe? We're not fucking boyfriends," Brad snapped, his voice echoing in the tiled bathroom. "We were just messing around, having some fun. Don't go getting any gay ideas."
Gabe had felt his cheeks flush with embarrassment and a hint of hurt at Brad's harsh words. He knew they weren't boyfriends, but he had thought... well, he wasn't sure what he had thought. Maybe he had just hoped that their encounter meant something more.
"I... I know that," Gabe had stammered, feeling foolish now. "I just thought... I mean, we're best friends, right? And we... you know, messed around. I thought maybe..."
"Thought maybe what?" Brad had interrupted, his tone dripping with disdain. "Dude, I'm not gay. I'm straight. I'm just fucking with you, having some fun. Don't go catching feelings."
Brad had stepped out of the shower, pushing past Gabe to grab his toothbrush and toothpaste. He had started brushing his teeth aggressively, spitting and rinsing noisily.
"Seriously, man, don't read too much into it," Brad had continued, his mouth full of foam. "I like pussy, not cock. You're just... an experiment. A fun one, don't get me wrong. But that's all it is."
Gabe had felt his heart sink at those words, realizing just how much he had misinterpreted the situation. He had nodded, not trusting himself to speak without his voice cracking with emotion. Brad was right - he was just an experiment.
Brad finished brushing his teeth and stormed out of the bathroom, slamming the door, leaving Gabe dejected and confused. Gabe stood frozen for a moment, staring at the doorway, before turning toward the shower. He just needed the water, and he needed a release.
He kicked off his boxers and stepped into the stall. In his state of frustrated longing, he didn't even bother to pull the curtain shut behind him. As the water hit his skin, a sudden surge of pent-up desire overtook him. Without Brad there to see his shame, Gabe allowed himself to imagine the impossible: that they were more than an experiment, and that Brad wanted him with the same desperate hunger.
His hand wrapped around his aching, fully erect cock, and he began stroking himself furiously. His mind was a blur of Brad—the weight of Brad’s body, the rough sound of his voice, the possessive way he’d grabbed Gabe’s ass earlier. The orgasm crashed over him embarrassingly fast. Gabe bit his lip to stifle a cry as he came hard, thick ropes of cum splattering against his chest and mixing with the spray of the shower.
Lost in the heavy afterglow, Gabe didn't hear the bathroom door creak open. He didn't realize Brad had come back for his forgotten phone until it was too late.
Gabe gasped, his eyes flying open to see Brad standing just a few feet away, staring directly into the open shower. Brad took in the sight of Gabe’s nude, cum-splattered body with a mixture of shock and reluctant appreciation.
"What the fuck, Gabe?!" Brad exclaimed, his nose wrinkling even as his eyes lingered. "I leave you alone for two minutes and you're jerking off with the curtain wide open? That's so fucking gross, man."
Gabe had quickly grabbed for a towel, trying to cover himself and wipe away the evidence of his shameful release. He had felt his face burning with humiliation, realizing just how bad it looked.
"I... I'm sorry, man. I didn't mean to..." Gabe had stammered, his voice trailing off as he struggled to clean himself up.
"Don't apologize to me, you thirsty little freak. Just keep the splash zone contained next time," Brad had snapped, but his eyes had lingered on Gabe's cock, noting the size and the force of his orgasm. "I gotta say though, nice cock, bro. High tier, no cap. And you shoot a big load too. Might be useful for something, I guess."
Despite his cruel words, there had been a hint of admiration in Brad's voice. But Gabe had still felt mortified, quickly rinsing off in the shower and washing away the cum.
The next day, Gabe and Brad were hanging out at Gabe's sister's apartment, trying to act normal even as the tension between them crackled like a live wire. They had agreed to keep their encounters a secret, not wanting Isa to find out about their messing around. As the afternoon wore on, Brad had grown restless and irritable.
Suddenly, Brad turned to Gabe, his eyes narrowing as he took in his friend’s nervous energy. He leaned in, his voice dropping to a sharp hiss. "You're being mad sus today, Gabe. What's the move?"
Gabe swallowed hard, trying to keep his voice level. "Nothing, man. I'm fine. Just... thinking about stuff," he mumbled, looking at his phone to avoid the predatory intensity in Brad's gaze.
Brad scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Stuff? Or should I say, someone?" he taunted, a cruel smirk tugging at his lips. "You've got that look on your face again, Gabe. The 'I have feelings' look. It’s mid. Cut it out before Isa thinks you’re glitching. I thought I made it clear—last night was just a side quest, a way to pass the time. It didn't mean anything."
Gabe felt his heart clench, but he forced a shrug, trying to match Brad’s detached tone. "I'm not... I'm not caught up, Brad. I’m just chilling, for real," he insisted, though his voice lacked the confidence Brad wore so naturally.
But Brad wasn't convinced. He leaned back, his eyes raking over Gabe with clinical detachment. "Bullshit. I can see it on you, man. You’re getting all emotional and shit. Don't tell me you're catching feelings or some down-bad crap like that," he sneered.
Gabe felt his face flush with embarrassment and anger. "I'm not fucking falling for you, you asshole," he snapped. "I just... I don't want to fuck this up. Our friendship. I don't want the vibe to get weird."
Brad studied Gabe's face for a long moment, the silence stretching uncomfortably. Then he leaned back, shaking his head. "The vibe is only weird if you make it weird, dude. I'm not going anywhere. We're still bros, right?"
Brad clapped a heavy hand on Gabe’s shoulder, his fingers digging into the muscle with the practiced grip of a quarterback. It was a "good job, son" gesture, but the ice in his eyes made it feel like a threat.
"Look, Gabe, don’t make this weird. We’re keeping the 'romance' out of this. That’s for girls and losers. If you start catching feelings or getting all sentimental, the ride’s over. We’re in the friend zone, and that’s a non-negotiable. Clear?"
Gabe nodded slowly, the word non-negotiable ringing in his ears like a legal contract. "Clear, Brad. It’s chill."
Brad seemed satisfied, turning back to the TV with the casual indifference of a man who had just finished a business transaction. But by evening, the boredom set in. Brad’s eyes kept drifting to Gabe’s mouth, replaying the "high-tier" service he’d received. He needed to make sure Gabe knew exactly where he stood in the hierarchy.
"You know what your problem is, Gabe?" Brad asked, propping his feet up on the coffee table. "You need a boyfriend. Some other guy to do the 'couple' shit with. You should find a dude to get all that emotional energy out of your system so you don't leak it on me."
Gabe felt the blood rush to his face. "What? Why are you even saying that?"
"Because you're obviously hungry for it," Brad smirked, his tone dripping with patronizing confidence. "Go find a boyfriend to catch feelings for. It’ll keep you from getting 'main character' syndrome with me."
Gabe opened his mouth to protest—to say he didn’t want anyone else—when Brad suddenly lunged. He grabbed Gabe’s wrist, his grip like a shackle, and yanked him across the couch until their faces were inches apart. The smirk was gone, replaced by a cold, possessive intensity.
"But let's be 100% clear on the terms," Brad growled, his voice dropping into that low, authoritative rumble. He tangled his fingers into Gabe’s curls, pulling back just enough to force Gabe to look up at him.
"Just because you get a boyfriend doesn't mean you’re off the clock. You’re my favorite cocksucker, Gabe. You’re mine. You could have a fucking husband and kids for all I care—when I’m bored and I want you, you’re going to be ready."
Brad leaned in closer, his smirk returning, cruel and confident. "And let's be real—go find a boyfriend, play house, whatever. But we both know some random dude isn't going to be the Specimen I am. You’re addicted to this, Gabe. You're addicted to me. So when I call, you show up. Understood?"
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