2 comments/ 197428 views/ 7 favorites Yin & Yang By: HaywoodJablome This is a work of fiction, designed for entertainment purposes only. A small prelude: I was watching the video game network the other day when I realized how hot two out of the three hosts of this stupid show are. I don't know what the hell the show is called, but two hot chicks and some douchebag host it. The contrast between the two ladies was what got my mind workin. One of the girls is extremely cute with big doe eyes, a classic 'good-girl.' The other has total 'bad-girl' look, short spiky blonde hair and a teasing, bitchy attitude. I finally got my chance yesterday. After weeks of watching and waiting, I was able to slip into Tina and Laura's apartment. They were both at work and a new tenant unknowingly allowed me to enter the building as he was leaving. I knew which unit they lived in and I made short work of picking their lock. Once inside, I began exploring the ladies’ wardrobes. I was not too surprised to find lesbian porn, a nice array of toys, and what appeared to be a dominatrix outfit in Laura’s closet. I knew she was a little slut at heart, but this was fantastic. After much searching in Tina’s room, I finally found her vibrator. It was hidden under a false bottom in the top drawer of her night table. Perfect, the good girl is just as horny as the slut, if way more repressed. I’ll see what I can do about that soon enough. I noticed that it was nearly five o’clock and the girls usually got home between five and five thirty, so I put my plan into action. I had come prepared in case I didn’t find what I wanted in their rooms, I had brought a backpack with a few choice lengths of rope, two pairs of handcuffs, a couple of ball gags, and a very realistic toy gun. Since time was running short, I found a nice spot to hide and wait. When the girls came home, they immediately went to their own rooms. Tina said something about a shower and Laura mentioned that she wanted to listen to some tunes to unwind. I quietly slipped from the coat-closet with my bag of tricks close at hand. Ah, a stroke of luck, both girls had closed their room doors, so as not to disturb the other. I heard Tina start the shower in her bathroom, but there was silence coming from Laura’s room. After a few minutes I realized that Laura must have been wearing headphones since I couldn’t hear any music playing. I gently slid Laura’s door open and received another stroke of luck. She was sitting at her desk, back to the door, headphones blaring, haphazardly surfing the net. I crept up behind her and before she could even react, I had her hands cuffed behind her and a ball-gag in her mouth. I then tied her ankles together to legs of her chair. I could still hear Tina’s shower running, so I lingered over Laura for a moment. I went to her closet and pulled out the porn and toys I had discovered earlier. "My what a little slut you are," I said. "Does Tina know that you’re a dyke? Do you ever put this cute little outfit on for her?" I asked, referring to the dominatrix gear as I tossed it onto her bed. Laura just squirmed in her chair, looking shocked and embarrassed. "That’s okay, you don’t have to answer. I’ll find out all I need to know later," Now that Laura was secure, it was Tina’s turn. I slipped into her room just as I heard the shower turn off. I waited just behind the bathroom door while she dried herself and fixed her hair. When she came out, wearing only a large t-shirt and white cotton panties, I pounced. I grabbed her from behind with one arm around her thin waist. The other held the toy gun. I gave her just a glimpse of the gun so she would know what it was but not enough to realize it was just a toy. When the gun was pressed against her temple she quickly quieted down. I told her to slowly put her hands behind her back, one at a time, so that I could affix the cuffs. Once she was cuffed and gagged, I threw her onto her bed so that I could relax and let my adrenaline and raging hard-on subside a little. " I see someone has been a very naughty little girl," I teased, going right for her vibrator’s ‘secret’ hiding spot. I could see that she was extremely embarrassed as the color rose from her neck and she quickly looked away. "That’s right, slut. I know all about your little toy. By the end of tonight, you won’t be so embarrassed." I walked Tina out to the dining room and made her stand facing the table. I quickly tied her ankles to the legs of the table, leaving her legs spread and her delicious mound in full view. Now to retrieve Laura. When I came back into her room, she was fighting furiously with her bindings. She had managed to work one foot loose and she was trying to dial 911 with her toes. Thankfully, she wasn’t having much luck. "I don’t think so, bitch," I growled at her, slapping her hard across the face. Tears immediately sprung to her eyes. I untied the other foot and pulled her out to see what Tina had gotten into. I took Laura to the other end of the table and tied her ankles to the legs of the table as well. They stood facing each other, and I gave them a moment to exchange looks and consider their predicament. Laura was looking quite hot with a black leather mini, a tight white tank top, black pantyhose, and ankle-strap stilettos. I flipped her skirt up over her waist and was amazed at what I found. "God dam, you are some fuckin slut. Crotchless pantyhose and no panties, who woulda thought? We are gonna have some fun tonight, ladies," I teased, caressing her ass. I pushed her over so that she was bent over the table, legs spread, and got down to inspect the first half of my wonderful prize. Laura might have blonde hair on her head, but her bush was black as midnight and trimmed nicely. I inhaled deeply of her feminine musk and it made my head swirl in anticipation. Unable to resist any longer, I slid a finger delicately along her outer lips. She shuddered when I reached her clit. I slid back down to her opening and could not believe what I felt. Laura was dripping wet. I began to lick along her pussy in long strokes from her clit all the way to her asshole. She was squirming and moaning, so I began to concentrate my efforts on her clit. In minutes she was panting and getting close to cumming. "Not yet, whore. You will only cum when I allow it. Probably when my cock is in your ass," I told her. She flinched when I said ‘ass’ as if I had spanked her. Figuring Laura had had enough enjoyment for the moment, I moved around to Tina. "Don’t think that I’ve forgotten you, slut." I knew that calling a good-girl like Tina a slut would definitely get to her. I moved in behind her and pressed my dick between her ass cheeks. "I have something special for you," I said as I produced her vibrator from my pocket, holding it in front of her face. I turned it on full blast and dropped it on the table between them. Laura’s eyes got huge when she saw her roommate’s secret treasure. She had no idea that Tina was actually as horny as she was, just committed to maintaining her good-girl status. "Let’s see if you are as wet as your whore friend over there," I said, slipping a hand inside of her cotton panties. "Well, well, well, what do we have here? Your pussy is practically drippin. I shoulda bought a lottery ticket today," referring to the unbelievable luck I was having this evening. I ripped Tina’s t-shirt off of her revealing her small perky breasts. I grabbed one of her nipples and gave it a strong twist. She grunted and tried to move away. "You know, I’m not sure this vibrator of yours is enough, slut. Let’s see what the whore has in her stash." I returned to Laura’s room to gather up her toys. When I got back, I dropped the whole pile on the table between them. Now it was Laura’s turn to be embarrassed with her secrets. Tina’s eyes were as big as dinner-plates when she looked over her roommate’s impressive collection of gear. "Which one do you like, slut?" I asked Tina. I began going through the pile, holding each one up to let her focus on them individually. When I held up a huge black dildo, Tina’s eyes almost fell out of her head. It was at least ten inches and as big around as my fist. "So this is your choice, slut? Impressive. Good thing your cunt’s already wet or this could really hurt," I told her as I ripped the cotton panties off of her. When she realized what was coming she started thrash around, hoping for some chance of escape. I pushed her over until her face was pressed against the table and slowly began sliding the huge dildo along her pussy, moistening the tip with her own juices. Once it was good and wet I placed one hand on her shoulder and slowly slid it in as far as it would go. Tina whimpered but managed to accept the phallus nearly three quarters of the way into her pussy. I worked it back and forth in long slow strokes a few times until Tina was moaning in pleasure. I then found a vibrating egg in Laura’s collection. Using Tina’s torn shirt, I managed to tie the egg into position at her clit. The egg was remote-controlled and I quickly found the knob. I turned it on to top speed at first. Tina bucked wildly when the first tremors hit her clit, so I backed off the speed of the vibrations a bit. I didn’t want her to come too fast. "That should keep you busy for a little while, slut. Now, I need to get back to the whore at the other end of the table," I said. Laura flinched at my words and tried to squirm away from me. I could see that watching Tina orgasming from the toys was getting her even more turned on. "You like watchin your friend ride your toys, slut? I’ll have to see what we have here for you," I said, rummaging through the pile and coming up with a fat butt-plug. "This is certainly interesting. I hope you’ve been practicin with this for me, you dirty little whore. Well, even if you haven’t, we’ll get some more practice in now," I told her moving around behind her again. I pushed her over the table and this time I wove one of my ropes under her arms and around her shoulders before tying it to the table so that I could keep her bent over. I rubbed the butt-plug along her pussy to lubricate it, and then I slid it right up to her asshole. Laura was tensing for all she was worth to try to prevent the intrusion. I twisted the plug slowly back and forth, pushing harder and harder to try to gain entrance. She was putting up the fight of her life, but I was not to be denied. I smacked her hard on the ass and that broke her concentration for just a moment. As soon as she relaxed, the butt-plug slid in with a pop. Laura’s whole body tensed and I thought she was going to bite straight through the ball gag. She was panting and grunting like an animal, trying to get accustomed to the intruder in her ass. I found a large vibrator in her collection and slid it into her pussy. Laura had adjusted to the plug, but when the vibrator entered her, she was taken by surprise. Her eyes flew open and she moaned loudly into gag. I turned the vibrator on and began to fuck her with it. I gradually increased the speed of my thrusts until she was on the edge of orgasm. Suddenly, I snatched the vibrator from her cunt so fast we all heard it slap shut. She grunted letting me know she was disappointed with not being allowed to cum. She panted and shook trying to regain her composure at being taken so close but denied release. When her breathing slowed, I re-inserted the vibrator on a low setting to make sure she wouldn’t cum. I moved back to Tina who had cum at least three times while I was playing with Laura. Tina was covered in sweat and panting like a bitch in heat. I grasped the dildo and gave her five quick thrusts with it. She screamed as another orgasm shook her. "Very good, slut. Now, let’s see if I can make you cum on my dick," I said as I removed the dildo from her pussy. With the dildo gone, all of her wetness was released and flooded down her thighs. "That looks fantastic. I just can’t resist an invitation like that," I teased, sliding down behind her. I licked all the juice from her thighs and dripping hole. Then I smeared some on her ass to get her ready for the next toy. I selected a smaller butt-plug than the one Laura was accommodating. Tina tried to resist its intrusion, but she was exhausted from her repeated orgasms and it slid in easily. "I wanna make sure that pussy is nice and tight for me. That dildo stretched you out but this should help," I told her. Once she had gotten used to plug in her ass, I began rubbing my cock along her outer lips. She was thrusting her hips back to try to get me to enter her fully. I continued to rub her clit with my dick and just tease her opening. She was moaning in frustration when I finally slammed into her in one huge thrust. I held still and let her adjust to the double penetration. Tina began to relax, but still I remained motionless. She started to get frustrated and tried to fuck herself on my cock. Tina’s limited amount of motion wasn’t enough for her, causing her to grunt in frustration. I slid my hand around to her clit and began to rub her gently. She immediately began moaning and squirming to try to get me to fuck her, but I managed to remain still. Soon, she had worked herself up to another orgasm and just as she began to come, I slowly started to remove my dick from her cunt. Tina moaned with her orgasm but it also held a note of disappointment. As I was just about to completely remove myself from her, I thrust in hard. I began fucking her savagely, pounding into her pussy for all I was worth. Since she had just began cumming, this caused her orgasm to stretch out and lasts for what seemed to her to be hours. "You love that, don’t you, slut? Bent over on your dining room table, a plug in your ass, and me pounding your pussy. I knew you would cum on my dick, you filthy slut," I growled at her. Tina seemed to have one continuous orgasm as I slammed my cock into her pussy for what felt like hours. Finally, I shot my load deep inside her. I returned to Laura who was thrashing wildly, trying to get enough stimulation to cum. I pumped the vibrator into her pussy a few times and she almost managed to orgasm before I snatched it away. "Not quite yet whore. Didn’t I say you would only get to cum with my dick in your ass? Do you want to cum, whore?" I asked. Laura nodded so fast I thought she would give herself whiplash. "Alright, I’m gonna take this gag out, but if you scream the gag goes back and you get it in the ass with the giant dildo. Understood?" Again she nodded, only not so vigorously this time. I removed the gag slowly. "Now, I know you’ve been wantin to taste Tina’s pussy, so here is your chance. Clean all of her juice off my dick and get me hard so I can fuck your ass, bitch." That was all the encouragement she needed. Laura was sucking my cock like her life depended on it. While she was blowing me, I leaned over and began to work the vibrator in out of her snatch. Her heated moans felt incredible on dick and I was hard again in no time. I slipped my cock from her mouth and quickly replaced it with the ball-gag. I stepped around behind her and slowly slid the butt-plug out of her ass. Then I removed the vibrator and took a couple strokes in her pussy with my dick to get lubricated. I turned the vibrator up a couple notches and slid it back into her pussy. Laura was on the verge of climaxing when I rammed my cock into her ass with no warning. She screamed into the gag and clenched her ass on my dick. That seemed to pull her back from the edge for the moment, so I allowed her time to adjust. I slid my fingers around to find her clit and began to tease it. "Come on, whore. Are you gonna cum with my dick in your ass? " I smacked her hard on the ass. "Uh-huh," she grunted through the gag. "Good. I knew you’d see things my way. I’m gonna start fuckin your ass now and you had better cum hard or I’m gonna have to fuck Tina in the ass to drop this load. You understand, slut?" She nodded her agreement and I began to slowly pump in and out of her ass, gradually increasing the speed of my thrusts. In no time she was screaming as the orgasm washed over her. Since I had just cum in Tina’s pussy, I knew I was going to be at this for a while. I pounded into her ass like a jackhammer. As her orgasm began to wind down, I again went for her clit. She was screaming like a banshee as I brought her to another orgasm in rapid succession. That was about all I could take as I felt myself going past the point of no return. I pumped my cum deep into her and she had another orgasm when she felt my cock swell and shoot within her. I slid out of her and removed my cuffs and ropes from both ladies. As I untied them, they both slid down to rest on the floor. Both were completely exhausted and barely coherent. I packed my gear and left but not before leaving them a little note: If you enjoyed yourselves and want to see me again, leave a red light on in a bedroom window. I’ll see it, but will not come to you immediately. That would ruin the surprise and what fun would that be? I know I’ll be hearing from you soon since you both are such complete sluts…. Yin and Yang There was nobody special I wanted to see at my ten-year reunion, but I went anyway, and was pleasantly surprised. It was a fun evening, and I collected a few phone numbers of people I hoped to reconnect with later. As the evening wound down, I ended up at a table with an old friend, drinking beers and talking. Keith and I had played in a couple of bands together in middle school and high school. He was an awesome keyboardist and vocalist even at that young age, and I played guitar. When he left the state to go to college, we fell out of touch. Once we graduated and got day jobs, the music just kind of went to the wayside for both of us. I hadn't even known that he had moved back to town. He lived in the Montrose, which was the gay section of Houston. I had always suspected he was gay. He worked in an art gallery by day, doing installations of artwork on the side. I was amazed at how much some people paid to have artwork installed. I guess I never thought about it, but when you buy a large or expensive sculpture or painting, it makes sense to have it professionally installed. He was doing okay. I had always liked Keith, and didn't care who he fucked. As for me, I was in between, and in a dry spell. After having so much trouble getting rid of the last whacked out girl I was in a relationship with, I was a little hesitant to dive back into any sort of serious relationship. We decided to get together to work on some arrangements, then work in a bassist and percussionist to do some gigs, just for grins. Keith had a shed in his back yard that he had soundproofed. It was air conditioned, so it would be perfect for rehearsals. Over the next few weeks, we worked on putting together enough material to play clubs. Keith had some original songs he wanted to do, and I helped him polish them. We worked pretty hard; several hours a night, three or four times a week. Keith was fantastic, even better than I remembered. I was surprised at how good I was, especially after not playing with other musicians for so long. It didn't take me any time at all to knock off the rust. I was confident we'd have no trouble getting gigs. Every night after we finished working, we'd sit and talk, just to wind down. Keith was easy to talk to; he wasn't like what I expected gay guys to be like. He was just like any other guy. He wasn't limp wristed, and he didn't talk effeminately. If you didn't know, you'd never know. Go figure. I'd never been around gay men before, so I guess I always believed the stereotypes you see at the movies. One night, as we sat talking after rehearsals, he was telling me about a customer he'd had that was really a jerk. After a disagreement over the price of an installation, Keith had decided he didn't want the job, and the guy had blasted him, calling him an "arrogant, little, butt fucking fag". Keith was kind of laughing when he told the story. He couldn't believe the guy got so unreasonably angry over such a minor disagreement. I couldn't believe that Keith was taking it so well. "Who the fuck cares why he was unreasonably angry? If he'd talked to me that way, I'd have to kick his ass. Doesn't it piss you off?" "Randy," Keith said, "if I fought everybody that was homophobic, I'd have to fight every straight male in the world." "That's not true! There's plenty of us that don't feel that way." "Oh, the enlightened ones, eh?" Keith said, laughing. "Yes. Why are you laughing?" "Look, Randy, you're a good friend and a nice guy, but straight men are just homophobic." "Bullshit! I'm not." "Okay," Keith said, hoping to change the subject. "I'm NOT!" "Okay, okay. Sorry. Let's forget it." "No, let's not forget it. Why do you say we're all homophobes?" "I was wrong. Sorry. Let's just drop it." "No. Why do you think that?" "Look, Randy, everybody...male, female, straight, gay...doesn't matter...everybody starts out fucked up when it comes to their sexual identity. Agreed?" "No, not agreed. I'm not." "Okay, I guess I'm wrong, then. Now can we drop it?" "No, we can't. I don't know why you think that." "Because it's true. Every straight male secretly fears the side of them that's feminine. Haven't you ever wondered why?" "Tell me, Dr. Phil. Why?" "Because they're afraid they might be attracted to other men. There's a part of everybody that's attracted to men, just as there's a part of everybody...even me...that's attracted to females." "Have you ever been with a girl?" "No, I've never acted on it, and I would never want to. Though I can see the beauty in the female form, I'm not aroused by them. Have you ever been with a man?" "Hell, no! Why would you even ask?" Keith just shrugged his shoulders. "Shit, man, you're crazy." Keith said nothing. "Well, I can tell you, I don't have even one little bitty part of me that's ever been attracted to anything but women." "Okay," Keith said. "Then why can't we drop it? Why are you getting so upset, if it's not true?" "I'm not upset." "Okay." "And even if I am, anybody would be." "That's right. Any straight guy who's been told that there's a feminine part of him would react that way. That's my point." Now I was mad. I didn't know exactly why, but I was mad. I didn't say anything. "Look, Randy, I know you're straight, and always will be. I'm not questioning that. Listen, everybody has a masculine and feminine side; the Yin and the Yang. That doesn't make you less straight. It certainly doesn't mean you're gay. I never meant to suggest that." "Well, I don't know about Yin and Yang, but I do know I'd never be turned on by a guy." "Randy, we don't control what turns us on. We can deny it in our minds, but our dicks have a mind of their own." "Well, mine would never be turned on by a guy." "Okay, if you say so." "I do say so." "Okay, you want to prove it?" "How." "Oh, I don't know. A small wager. If your dick gets hard by touching a guy, you lose. If not, I lose." "Thanks, but I won't be touching a guy." Keith held his hand out toward me. After looking at it for a minute, I shook his hand. "See, you can touch a guy. You're still straight, no harm done." "Yeah, and I didn't get hard either." "You would if we were naked." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "You think I'm going to get naked with a guy?" "Look, here's the deal, macho man. I'm just saying that you can't touch a naked man while you're naked and keep from getting hard. You don't have to touch his dick or fondle him. Just touching. I'm saying it's impossible to touch a naked person, male or female, while you're naked, and not get aroused. There's just something about being around a naked person, especially when you're naked, that's really hot." "That's bullshit." "Really. Think about this. Ever watch porn? Have you ever wondered why the guy pulls out of the girl before cumming?" "Yeah, so you can see him spray his load on the chick." "That's right, so you can see his dick spray his load. That's exciting, no matter whether you're a girl or a guy, straight or gay." "Bullshit." "Hard to argue with that logic," Keith said. "Just because I don't want to get naked with you doesn't mean you're right." "No, it doesn't, but I believe I am." "Well, you're wrong, but I ain't getting naked with you to prove it." "Okay, okay. You ever been in the same room with a naked man?" "Yeah, sure, in the locker room at school or in the gym." "Were you naked at the same time?" "Yeah, sometimes." "And it wasn't the end of the world, was it. No big deal." "That's right, but I didn't touch any of them. I'd have been punched out if I had." "Okay, here's the deal. I've got a massage table in the house. I'll set it up and lie on it. You take off your clothes and give me a massage for fifteen minutes. I won't touch you, and you don't have to touch my genitals. If your dick gets hard, I win. If not, you win. If you win, I'll give you $200. If I win, I give you a forty-minute massage, including a prostate massage. If you haven't had one of those, you don't know what you're missing. Either way, you win," he said, grinning. I didn't know then what a prostate was, but it sounded like something I didn't want massaged, and I guessed it probably involved my asshole. "No way!" I said. I wasn't taking off my clothes. He was a good guy, but way off base this time. I was still a little hot, having him question my manhood. I probably should have blown it off and gone home, but I didn't like my manhood being questioned. "Okay, hot shot," I said. "I'll take that bet. If you win, you don't have to give me that massage. If I win, I'll take the money." "Oh, but I want to give you that massage. That's the wager," he said, grinning. "Okay, you're on, stud," I said. There was absolutely no way I could lose, so I didn't worry too much about the consequences. Still, I was nervous; not that I would be aroused by a guy, but just having to take off my clothes around a guy. The two hundred dollars would come in handy, and prove my point. Plus, it was no big deal. It's not like he was going to fuck me or anything. I was bigger than him, so he wasn't going to be able to take advantage of me. We went into his house. The table was under his bed. He unfolded it and set it up in his living room, moving some of the furniture away to clear some space. He turned on his stereo and put on some new age mood music, then lit a number of candles and turned off the overhead lights. Shadows danced around the room as the candles flickered. He got out a couple of bath towels to lay on the table, and some hand towels, then set a bottle of massage oil within reach of the massage table. "I'm not going to get AIDS or something, am I?" I said, only half facetiously. I was getting nervous. "I haven't had sex in over a year, and I've been tested for AIDS, HIV and STDs since then. I'm clean," Keith answered. "You don't have to worry about anything. You can't get AIDS by giving or receiving a massage." About the time I started questioning why the fuck I had allowed myself to be goaded into this, he pulled out a bong and loaded it with some weed. On my third hit, my ears started ringing and my eyes watered up. By my sixth hit, I was really stoned, but I had several more anyway. It was really strong pot. Keith stood and pulled off his shirt. I got up and turned my back to him. When I was nude, I turned around, avoiding eye contact with his crotch. He had a big grin on his face, and said, "Okay, big boy, I'm ready." He set the timer on his phone for fifteen minutes, then lay face down on the table. As he got on the table, I got a quick glimpse of his dick. Now everybody knows that there are two types of dicks in the world; those that are made to grow, and those that are made for show. Most men, myself included, have those that are made to grow. They're small when not aroused, and grow bigger as they get hard. Then there are those lucky few that are made for show. Dicks that are always at their full length, or close to it, even when soft. Those are the ones that look good in tight pants or in the locker room. A lot of people, especially women, think that those guys have bigger dicks, but when they're aroused, they really don't get much longer than they started out. Keith had a dick that was made for show; even with the quick glimpse I had seen, I could tell it was uncircumcised and hung eight or nine inches long. Mine, on the other hand, was shriveled up, only the circumcised head sticking out of my thick patch of pubic hair. Whenever I jumped in a cold body of water, or dropped my pants for a doctor's visit, or any other uncomfortable setting, it would shrivel up like this, smaller than normal. Perhaps that's why guys hate locker rooms so much. I think most guys believe they're at least average size, if not bigger. They don't want to find out otherwise by comparing it in a locker room. That grin on his face, when he called me "big boy", could have been a reference to my shriveled up dick. It was embarrassing. He was lying face down on the table, his arms down at his sides. "Warm up the oil in your hands before putting it on me, please," he said. I picked up the bottle and poured a generous amount, then rubbed my palms together. I had never really given a massage before. Sure, I had massaged people's shoulders or necks before, but not like this, with a massage table and everything. Not certain how to proceed, I started on the neck and shoulders, then tentatively worked my way down the spine before spreading my hands to his sides and coming back up to the neck. That seemed the way to do it. After working his back and neck muscles for a while, I kneaded the muscles in his arms for a while. In clothes, he looked a bit scrawny, but working his muscles made me realize how wiry he was. He just didn't have any fat on him. Most guys, even those that are at their ideal weight, have a stomach that protrudes a bit. Almost everybody has at least a small bit of a love handle above their hips. Randy had neither; he had an absolutely flat tummy with no love handles, but without clothes you could tell he had good muscle definition. As I worked my way down to his legs, I suddenly realized, even in the uncertain lighting and my stoned condition, that he had no body hair. I recoiled momentarily, and said, "My God, what happened to your hair?" "I don't like having body hair," he said. "I've had it all removed. I had electrolysis on my face, and I get laser removal regularly on the rest of my body. In between, I wax." "That is so gay," I laughed. "See? You are homophobic," Randy said. "Bullshit. Are you saying being as smooth as a newborn baby isn't the gayest thing in the world?" "Of course it's gay but you use the word as if it's a bad thing. Now do my gluts and legs, please." I moved down to his waist and warmed up more oil, then began kneading his gluts. The slim waist and smooth bottom didn't feel different than a chick's; maybe just a little more muscular. I could feel the stirrings in my balls as I worked on him, and my dick grew to its normal size. It wasn't hard, but it was no longer so shriveled up. "Oh, shit," I thought to myself. I quickly began thinking of the all-time best Astro's player at every position to take my mind off his body. "How in the hell can my fucking dick start getting aroused? He's a fucking guy," I thought, incredulous. "Okay, Bagwell at first, Biggio at second. Those are no brainers." I worked my way down to his thighs, working on them one at a time, rolling the muscles in my palms, then on to his calves. When I was finished with his legs, he turned over on his back. I figured probably ten minutes had passed. Just five more minutes, give or take a bit. Warming a little more oil, I worked his pectoral muscles. I could see him staring at my dick as I leaned over him. It swayed with my movements. His dick began to stiffen. It had been lying over his sac, pointing toward his right knee, but now it began to rise. My dick was only inches from his face, and as he continued to stare, his dick rose until it pointed straight up at the ceiling, then continued until it pointed toward his face. It continued getting harder until it had an arch to it, curving down toward his stomach. It had grown to at least ten inches, and his sac had tightened against the base of his cock. "Shit," I thought to myself as his huge dick twitched. "Let's see, gotta be Craig Reynalds at short, right? Now at third...hmmm... Enos Cabell? Doug Rader? Cammy? It's gotta be Cammy." Keith broke my train of thought, asking me to work on his legs. As I moved down to his legs, he bent his knees and allowed them to fall to the sides, spreading his legs. With no pubic hair at all, his large dick looked immense, and it was as stiff as a dick can possibly be. Moments after starting on his legs, Keith said, "Okay, it looks like we have a winner." I looked down at my crotch, and my fucking dick was erect. I couldn't believe it. My heart beat faster as I realized that I had lost the wager. "Un Fucking Believable," I said. It wasn't as hard as it could get, but it was undeniably hard, hard enough that I couldn't argue the outcome of the wager. "Don't look so glum," Keith said, grinning. "It doesn't mean you're gay; probably." "Fuck you," I said, unable to look him in the eye. Now that I wasn't rubbing on his body, my dick was already starting to soften. Too fucking late. "Okay, hop up here," he said, patting the table as he stood. I learned a valuable lesson that day. No matter how certain I was about anything, I would never again take a bet without being willing to accept the consequences of losing. Never again would I be that certain of anything, not even my name. I lay face down on the table, positioning my nose and mouth in the hole of the headrest, so I could breathe. Keith poured some oil in his palms and began working on my shoulders. "Relax, buddy," he said. "As long as we're going to do this, there's no reason you shouldn't enjoy it. I'm quite good, and there's nothing better than a good massage." He was right. I relaxed the tension in my neck, taking deep breaths and releasing them slowly as I consciously relaxed each individual muscle in my face, neck, shoulders, then back. He was also right about being good at massaging. His hands were strong, and he progressively worked deeper and deeper into my tissue, removing the stress from my neck and back. He silently worked on one muscle group after another. My head was still buzzing from the weed, allowing me to really relax, once I made up my mind to do so. When he finally spoke, telling me it was time to turn over, I was so zoned out it startled me. It took me a moment to process the words, then I turned on my back. He was so fucking aroused, his cock was as hard as a rock, with that odd curvature. I quickly looked away, and stared straight at the ceiling. He positioned a cushion under the small of my back to relieve pressure, then started working on my upper body; first my pecs, then my arms. His cock was only inches from my eyes. I told myself not to look, but for some weird reason, I couldn't keep from peeking at it occasionally. Man, was it ever big. How could such a scrawny guy have such a big dick? Maybe because he was so aroused at being able to touch another guy. What a weirdo. When he moved down to start on my lower body, he said, "Don't freak out, dude, but I'm going to put this harness on you. I'm not trying to pull anything. I'll touch you as little as possible, okay?" He had some sort of a leather collar, and was holding it near my dick, which was a little bit erect again. "What's that for?" I asked. "It's a cock ring. It'll make you bigger and harder for longer. You'll like it, I promise." With that, he strapped part of it around my dick, right above my balls, snugly but not tight. The other part of it went between my balls and my dick, stretching my balls away from my dick. It seemed too loose to have any effect. Even though he was good at his word, touching me only as much as necessary to put the thing on me, I began to grow a little as he touched my balls. As I grew, the ring became tighter. Once the blood flowed into my penis, making me stiffer, the ring kept it from escaping. "Let me know if it feels too tight. You want it very snug, but not tight enough to be painful. Okay?" I nodded. "Have you ever had a prostate massage?" he asked. "What the hell is that?" I had never heard of a prostate. "Your prostate is what delivers your sperm. Massaging it is the most amazing thing ever. Everyone should try it once." He bent my knees and positioned my feet flat on the table, then spread them apart. I let my knees fall to the sides. Ripping open a little foil pouch, he pulled out a condom and slipped it over his middle finger. It was pre-lubricated, but he still covered it with massage oil. Yin and Yang "Now try to relax," he said, as he inserted his finger in my rectum. "HEY!" I yelled, clinching my butt cheeks together and raising my hips off the table. "Relax," he said. "This'll feel great, I promise, as long as you relax." How could I relax when this fucker had his hand up my butt? When his finger slid in, it was the exact same sensation as squeezing off a turd. Just then, he touched my prostate, and it was like a jolt of electricity went through my balls. Oh, God, that felt good. He began softly massaging it, rubbing his finger in and out of my butthole. The cock ring grew tighter and tighter on my dick as it grew harder and harder. Now I was thrusting my hips; not to escape his finger, but to give it better access to my ass. Feeling something dripping on my stomach, I opened my eyes. Pre-cum was oozing from my dick in a steady stream of drips. My dick was completely stiff now, as hard as it's ever been. Keith was standing near my waist, our dicks only inches from each other. They were both equally hard; Keith's was longer, and had that funny curve to it, but mine was thicker. I've never seen mine so big; was it the cock ring? When preparing to deliver a load of semen, a man's balls descend into his body, pulling the sac tight up against the base of his cock. However, the harness prevented this from happening, making for the most exquisite sensation I've ever felt. My balls were tingling like crazy as pre-cum continued to drip from my cock. I was grunting and groaning. Even without my cock being touched or stimulated in any way, I could feel an orgasm approaching. Suddenly I felt my cock encased in something deliciously warm and wet. Keith's lips were wrapped around my dick, and he used his tongue to massage it as his head bobbed up and down. With his finger playing with my prostate and his tongue washing over my cock, I erupted into the most intense orgasm I've ever had. I moaned loudly as I pumped wad after wad of cum into his mouth. When I finally relaxed, Keith pulled his mouth off me. Taking his finger out of me, he allowed the condom to fall off his finger into a trashcan nearby, then wiped his mouth on a towel. His cock was still very angry; the head was so red it looked almost purple. My cock was lying in a pool of my own cum on my stomach. He stared at it lustfully as he wrapped his hand around his huge dick and started pumping it. Within moments, he grunted and began pumping cum into the towel, using one hand on the table to steady himself. Each spasm of his balls spewed another wad of cum as his face contorted into a grimace of ecstasy. We were silent, lost in our own thoughts. Finally, Keith wiped the last of his cum off his dick and handed me a clean towel so I could wipe up my mess. We dressed, still saying nothing, and I left. The next time I came over, it seemed a little awkward but we didn't say anything about the events of that night, so our relationship quickly resumed as though nothing had ever happened. We eventually did form our band, and went on to enjoy playing together for years, until I married and had kids. *** NOTE TO READERS: You may wonder why a straight male would write this story. I wanted to see if I could write a decent story about something I know nothing about. I'd appreciate your feedback, either in a comment or a private message, letting me know what your sex is, what your orientation is, and whether you were aroused by the story. Was it plausible and believable? Thanks in advance.