He takes you

You cannot believe your eyes. You were so certain that he would be unable to do it with you as a distraction. "Now, John, to think of something extra humiliating for you to do." As he said this, he poked your chest even harder. It was enough to almost push you over on the couch. Then again, it did not take much to do that to your weak body.

"Just get it over with," you say, not looking forward to whatever he has in store for you.

"Oh no. It won't be over with that fast," he says, no longer poking your chest but instead putting his large palm flat to it. You start to swat it away but fail. He pushes you flat onto your back and climbs up over you.

"What the hell are you doing?" You call out, noticing a shift in his facial expression. He no longer was laughing. There was something else.

"Something that I've wanted to do for ages. Just relax," he said, pushing himself flush with your body. Your heart froze with what happened next. He kissed you. Right on the lips. Your best friend, another guy, kissed you. You had no idea that he was gay. This whole time you thought he was as much into girls and you.

You started to push him off but knew you would be unable to. Hie weight alone was too much for your lithe body. At this point, you started to notice a throbbing pushing against your jeans. A throbbing coming from the outside. Mathew had a full erection and it was grinding right against you. And, grinding was the operative word here, because Mathew was now steadily humping your lap. From the friction alone--or so you told yourself--your own cock started to grow.

He pulled his lips back and stared into your eyes. Your heart finally starting beating again. Smothered beneath his oppressive silhouette, you stared up at him, your mind racing, trying to figure things out.