As I walked past him to the kitchen, Travis grabbed my ass, I wasn't sure if it was on purpose or not. "Stop that!" I yelped when I realized he really had meant to touch me. He grinned and moved so I could go get him his drink.
Travis and I had played with each other since we were in kindergarten, Although 'play' isn't the best word to describe our relationship. He would tell me to do something and if I didn't do it he would make me eat dirt. Not that I didn't enjoy serving Travis. I loved every minute of it. Even when he made me stay at his house to do his chores while he went to football practice. Or when he made me do something embarrassing just to humiliate me. I was happy just to know I was making him happy.
As we grew older we also grew apart. But when he found out I was moving away from my parent's to a little apartment in the city he immediately asked to be my roommate. I was psyced. I had a crush on him for years. Now I'd get to see him a hell of a lot more than usual. I'd see him with his morning boner and I'd see him coming out of the shower dripping wet, with only a towel wrapped around his smooth, lean body. Of course I wouldn't be able to stare too long, I didn't want Travis to think I was a faggot. From what I understood, he hated gays.
I was alone for the night. Travis was with friends. It was 9:00 in the evening. I was on my bed, jeans around my ankles and shirtless. My hand found its way to my rod and I began a slow, back and forth motion. I was fantasizing about Travis. He's the only thing I ever think about when masturbating. I quickend my speed and my balls tightened and pulled up against my shaft. While moaning loudly, I shot my cum all over my chest, some got on my face. "Mmmmmm, Travis," I moaned.
His voice scared the fucking shit out of me. He responded to what I said with, "Yes?"
"Ohmygod!" I screamed. "How long have you been standing there?"
"Long enough," he replied. "You wanted me for something? I heard you say my name." I turned bright red. Bad enough if I was gay. I was gay and fantasizing about Travis. "Travis is one of my ex-girlfriends..." I tried to explain. He wasn't buying it.
He came over and sat down on my bed, almost touching me. "So I turn you on?" He asked. He didn't seem to be too grosed out by the fact that I was gay or that I liked him. Mayby he was gay too, and just pretended to be against it so no one would criticize.
"Yeah," I said quietly. "You kind of do."
"That's good," he announced, stradeling my chest, a scary gleem in his eye, "'cause now the fun can begin."