My Best Friend - Part One
Date: 10/22/2017, Categories: Fiction, Foot or shoe fetish, Gay, Non-consensual sex, Rape, Teen, Teen, Author: jeremymaxxx, Source: sexstories.com
When I was nineteen, I was a freshman in college, and had just reconnected with an old friend of mine named Alex. We had gone to middle school together, but then to separate high schools, and hadn’t seen each other too much since. He was a year older than me, and we ran into each other on my second day of college. We were pretty much inseparable after that. We hung out on breaks between classes, weekends, and every other time we had free. We were both pretty fit and around 5’7”. I had short, spiky hair and pretty pale skin, while his hair was longer and messier, and his skin more tanned. One of our favorite things to do was to play sports in the park, and it always turned into a competition. Whether it was football, soccer, tennis or anything else, it was always a competition. Try as I might, I could never consistently beat him. Only every once in a while would I beat him. That’s how it all started. We had been hanging out in the park playing tennis, and it had been an intense match. The sun was sweltering, and we had both taken off our shirts. That happened a lot during the summer. After an intense match, I came away with a super close victory, and we sat on the bench next to the court cooling off. We ended up getting into his truck and driving to my house a couple miles away. We didn’t bother putting our shirts back on once we got there. We just sat on the couch and watched tv for a while while we cooled off. This wasn’t anything new. It wasn’t anything sexual or anything. ... We were both straight, and it was normal for us when we exhausted and trying to relax. We were both still dripping with sweat, and I got up to grab a towel so we could at least wipe our faces. I turned around to hand him the towel, and found myself face to face with Alex. “What’s up man? Need something?” I asked him. “Just you,” he said with a smirk. It was nothing new to make gay jokes like that at each other. We did shit like that to each other all the time. I laughed and tried to step around him, but he sidestepped so that he stayed in my way. “Come on man, watch it.” With no warning, he just planted a kiss on me. I was so shocked, so taken aback that it was three or four seconds before I realized what was happening. By that time, he was running his tongue across my lips (I hadn’t parted my lips for him). I pushed him away, appalled. “Dude, what the fuck?” “Come on man, it’s cool.” “No, it definitely isn’t. The fuck are you thinking man?!” He went in for another kiss, but I was ready this time and dodged him. He grabbed my shoulders and pulled me closer to him before I could stop him and tried again. I pushed away, but he was stronger than me. He pulled me in and forced his lips onto mine. Finally, I managed to push him away again, my fingers brushing his nipples as I did so. “Dude stop it. Come on man, quit.” But he didn’t. He pulled me in again, more forcefully this time, and dragged my face close to his. He slapped me, hard. “Quit resisting,” he said softly, and kissed ...