It was leering, and even in my drunken state, something about it bothered me. It was then I noticed the look in Rick's eyes as he gazed down at me from above. Things we getting a little out of hand and I took a stern tone of voice.Īlright, guys, this was fun and all, but I probably need to get home soon. Hell yeah, buddy, if we can't find a woman lets make him our bitch. In response to this he leaned forward and pretended to hump my face while Tony egged him on. Laughing, I said, dude, get your crotch out of my face. Within a minute he had me pinned flat on my back and was straddling my chest. It was then that I realized how much stronger he was then me. Then he grabbed me from behind and we fell to the floor laughing and wrestling. Taking this as a challenge, Rick jumped up smiling and said, Well, there's only one way to find out. Looking over my shoulder I said, I don't think you're big enough to fuck me, kid. I'm horny, I said, but I'm not horny enough to fuck a guy yet.Ĭontinuing the joke, Rick said, No one said anything about you fucking a guy, I'm talking about fucking you, heh heh. Rick and Tony had a good laugh at that one. Hey, Tony put in, our guest here is human. Well, he replied, I'm not all that picky at this point, but it oughta be human. Hell, I said, out here there's gotta be sheep or something you could fuck. He kept saying he didn't even care anymore, he just needed somewhere warm and wet to stick his dick. Tony was the better of the two so mostly he and I played while Rick sat on the couch complaining about how horny he was. True to their word, there was a big bottle of Scotch and very soon we were in a heated air hockey tournament. If I'd known how far out they lived I might have reconsidered, it seemed like we drove forever before we got to a little ranch house in the country. Rick was drunk, but like most 20-somethings, thought he'd still be okay to drive, so off we went. They said they had some whisky and an air hockey table back at the house they shared and challenged me to a game or two. As sometimes happens, we had become buddies by then and didn't feel like calling it a night. We traded dirty jokes and lamented the lack of ladies until last call. While I couldn't exactly discuss literature with them, they were fun enough to be around. They seemed like nice guys just out for a good time and not much else. The only reason I came here was I lived just a couple blocks away and could walk home when I felt like getting too drunk to drive. Unfortunately they came to the wrong bar, this one was just a dive bar and the chances of hooking up with some pussy were slim to none, I should know. They were a few years younger than my 31 years and had come out that night trying to get laid. As the night wore on I found myself playing these two buddies, Rick and Tony. I found myself at my usual bar drinking alone and trying to win a game or two of pool. Stories Hub / Gay Male / Forced to Service Forced to Service