His B*tch - Part 1

2 (maybe 3) parter.

All characters are consenting adults (18+)

I’d toyed with the idea for years. Do I tell him or do I accept that sharing my secret with my best friend would ultimately lead to losing him? It felt like I was being suffocated by holding it in. How much longer could I go along with the straight act? How many more times could I have a believable discussion with him about the ‘hot chicks’ that he constantly spoke about? It had become so monotonous that I was almost certain that Kyle had his suspicions about me.

What I was sure of, however, was that confessing to him that I was gay, would not end well. He wasn’t the type of guy to show compassion or empathy. Kyle was, what some might consider, a loose cannon. His parents had no interest in him, and he’d grown up mostly alone. I felt sorry for him, sure, but it was difficult to overlook his behaviour.

He was known around the city for his violent outbursts and general thuggery. I’d lost count of the number of places we’d been banned from, just because Kyle had flipped his shit for one reason or another.

Other than that, he was incredibly hot. He actually looked like a bad boy, and despite knowing him personally, I couldn’t help but fantasise about him. He had short, tight black hair. Sharp features, and a solid body. Kyle was a typical straight guy, and I couldn’t get enough of him.

The two of us sat in his messy bedroom. He lay back on his bed smoking a cigarette and wearing a pair of grey sweatpants which outlined his bulge perfectly. No matter how much I tried to ignore it, my eyes continued to dart back to his junk every time he looked away.

“I wanna get fucked up tonight” he told me, tipping the ash directly onto the floor. “Like really fucked up”.

“I’ve got no money” I said, which wasn’t entirely true, I just didn’t want to spend the night in some cold, damp lane getting drunk with him.

“Who needs money?” He scoffed, “I’ve stolen so much from that store down the street that they don’t even bother stopping me anymore”.

Kyle laughed to himself as he sucked another mouthful of smoke and inhaled it deeply. “Maybe we can find some chick to fuck while we’re at it” he smirked, “or that I can fuck, anyway”.

I was a virgin, and Kyle made sure to remind me at every possible opportunity. It didn’t bother me much anymore.

“If you’re still planning to go to that dumb college next year, you’re gonna need to fuck someone” he said, adjusting his plump package, “do you really want to be the only virgin in that dork fest?”

“It’s not a dork fest” I mumbled, but I’d given up trying to explain that to him.

“Whatever” he yawned, “but you still need to get that little twig wet before you go”.

“Fuck off” I growled, and Kyle chuckled.

He finished his cigarette and flicked it out his bedroom window. His mom screamed up a few seconds later, and as usual, he roared back, and the two of them argued through the window for almost five minutes.

“God she’s such a fucking bitch!” He barked, and slammed his fist against the wall.

“Why don’t you just use an ashtray” I said, and he glared at me with fury in his eyes.

“Maybe I’ll use you as an ashtray” he spat, and I couldn’t help but find the idea rather kinky. “Don’t take her side” he added, and I sat back and said nothing.

Kyle got to his feet and peeled his t-shirt off. He wasn’t overly muscular, but he wasn’t scrawny either. I’d always liked his body, but I liked it even more when he removed his clothes.

I watched as he walked over to his closet and pulled it open. He searched around for a moment before muttering something under his breath and slamming the doors closed again. He turned back and caught me looking.

“What?” He spat, and I shook my head. “Sometimes I think you’re a homo, you know that?” He continued, pulling clothes from his overflowing laundry basket and sniffing multiple t-shirts.

For a reason I’ll never know, I didn’t answer him, and a few seconds later, he looked back at me.

“Did you hear me?” He asked, “I said, sometimes I think you’re a homo!”

“I heard you” I replied, and he froze.

“What?”

“I heard what you said”.

Kyle stood up and gawped. “You didn’t deny it” he said, and I shrugged. I was tired of keeping it a secret, and the way he’d been acting lately made me not care all that much if we remained friends or not.

For a moment, neither of us said a word, until Kyle finally shook his head.

“You’re fucking with me” he said, still watching me carefully.

“Whatever, man” I sighed, and as I attempted to stand up, Kyle rushed me and shoved me back onto the chair.

“You’re not a fag, are you?” He asked, and I could sense the concern in his voice.

“What if I was?” I replied, and his eyes widened.

“Don’t fuck around like that, Connor” he growled.

“Who said I’m fucking around?”

Part of me was enjoying the evident discomfort that it was causing him, and the other part of me braced for a punch. He stared blankly for a moment, his bare chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried to make sense of what I’d just said to him, before finally he spoke.

“Prove it” he said, and I could tell that he still wasn’t convinced.

“How?”

He looked around his room. His eyes darted back and forth for a moment before he rubbed his face. “I don’t fucking know” he spat, “put something in your ass or something”.

“Put something in my ass?”

“Wait” he said, realising that his idea was stupid, and grabbing his phone instead. He scrolled through it for a moment before turning it around to me and showing me a photograph of a relatively handsome man, completely naked.

“Take out your dick” he said, and there wasn’t a hint of humour in his voice. “Connor! Take it out and show me if it’s hard”.

I couldn’t help but laugh, but Kyle remained serious.

“If you’re not gay, you’d do it”.

“I am gay, Kyle”. The words felt strange, but I was over it.

“No you’re fucking not!” He barked, and shoved the phone closer to my face, “just look at this guy, how could you want to suck that?”

I had to sit back to get a good look at the guy’s cock. It was a pretty nice cock. I shrugged again, and it seemed to send Kyle over the edge. He paced back and forth, desperately trying to make sense of what I’d just told him.

“How long have you been gay?” He asked, refusing to look at me.

“Forever, I guess”.

He squeezed his eyes closed. “Dude, I changed in front of you”.

“Yup”.

Kyle frantically pulled out his box of cigarettes and lit another one. He continued to pace back and forth.

“Have you had sex with guys?” He asked, blowing smoke from his nostrils like an angry bull.

“No”.

“Have you kissed a guy?”

“No”.

“But you want to?”

“I guess”.

He shivered, probably with disgust.

“I can’t believe this shit, man” he sighed.

“Well, there’s nothing I can do about it” I said, getting somewhat frustrated, “sorry if I’ve ruined your day or whatever”.

He didn’t say anything for a moment. He walked over to the window and continued smoking until he flicked the butt outside once more, and slammed the window shut when his mom began to shout.

“You’ve checked me out before, haven’t you?” He asked, looking straight into my eyes.

“No” I lied.

“Bullshit. That’s why you like coming over here, isn’t it? You just wanna’ check me out”.

“Get over yourself” I spat, and stood up. As tough as Kyle was, I still fancied my chances of putting him on his ass.

He puffed out his chest as soon as I got to my feet, and butted his head against mine. “You’re a tough guy now, huh?” He growled, and I shoved him backwards.

“Get the fuck out of my face” I spat, as he stumbled and returned, even angrier.

“Oh yeah, or fucking what?”

I struggled to keep myself steady as our foreheads pushed together once more. I could smell the fresh sweat from him, and if I wasn’t preparing to have an actual fist fight, I might have savoured the delicious scent.

“Or I’ll kick your fucking ass” I told him, bracing myself for the attack.

“Do it then!” He snapped, and grabbed me by the throat, “do it, tough guy, kick my fucking ass!”

I pulled my arm back, ready to drive my fist into his head, and froze when his scowl turned to a grin. His grip around my throat eased slightly, and Kyle began to laugh.

“What’s so funny?” I spat, still ready to fight.

“You” he replied, and I cocked a brow as he released me and rubbed his chin. “You don’t wanna fight me” he smirked, “you wanna worship me”.

My adrenaline continued to race through me as I tried to make sense of what Kyle was saying. He kept his eyes on me as he grinned, before pointing to his sneakers. “Get down and kiss them”.

I almost choked.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” I hissed.

“It all makes sense now” Kyle nodded, “the way you follow me around, doing whatever I tell you to do. You want to be my bitch”.

“You’re fucking crazy” I replied, though I could feel my cheeks begin to redden.

“Am I?” He grinned, “how long have you wanted me to own you, Connor?”

He reached out and slapped my face gently. “Huh, bitch?”

“Get the fuck off me” I snapped, shoving his arm away as he laughed.

“I’ll tell you what” he continued, and sat down on his bed, “you get down and kiss my sneakers like the little bitch that you are, and maybe I’ll consider making your weird little fantasies come true”.

I glared at him. The tables had indeed turned, but I had no way of knowing if Kyle was serious, or if he was simply trying to insult me.

“Fuck you”.

He scoffed and raised his leg until his white sneaker pressed against my knee. “Kiss it” he said, “and we’ll see who fucks who”.

Everything seemed to freeze around us. I stared at him, and he stared back. How did he know? After all this time, I’d never made it obvious. Yet, he kept his foot in place, and I knew that if I didn’t do it now, I never would.

I looked down at it, and slowly, I got to one knee.

“Fine” I said, and as confidently as I could, I grabbed the back of his sneaker and pressed my lips to the front. “There”.

Kyle beamed at me and shoved me back onto my ass.

“Now strip, bitch”.