Trevor Sets a Trap 3
By Jimmy
Trev would be here in 20 minutes. I didn't want to think about the possibilities of him just using my mouth as a cum dump again. I wanted to think maybe, just maybe, we'd really talk. Maybe he would realize I meant something to him.
I threw on some different clothes, nothing special. I didn't want Trev to think I was dressing special for him or nothing queer like that.
After brushing my teeth, I did take his advice and add some chap stick. Just doing that made me feel embarrassed for some reason.
Shit, I heard the horn blaring, I hurried out, it was pretty dark already, but I could see two outlines in the Explorer. Trev wasn't alone. Somehow, this pissed me off, made me feel kind of jealous.
I hopped in the back passenger's side.
"Whassup, buddy," Trev asked.
I mumbled something, and glanced at the other passenger. It was Ken Williams, a jock friend of Trev.
Ken said, "Hey, James. How's it hanging?"
I mumbled something else, feeling depressed and out of it. The evening I had fantasized about with just me and Trev was blown.
I didn't pay much attention other then my job of passing beers from the cooler around. I began to tug on one myself, then another.
Our drive ended up at the point, a part of the lake heavily used on weekends, but dead tonight. I had a light buzz going and grabbed the cooler and followed them.
Trev tossed an old blanket down, and sat down. Ken jumped down beside him.
I sat down on the cooler and stared off towards the water, thinking. I kind of told myself that Trev just wanted to have a good time, hang out, and drink. The mood I was in, that was fine by me.
Then Ken said, "Hey, I see James took the advice about the chap stick! His lips are pretty shiny!"
My heart almost jumped out of my chest! I looked at Trev and knew he had betrayed me. As I felt like my life was over, the two of them were snickering, and grabbing their crotches.
Ken said, "Aw, dude, don't look like that! Trev and me go way back! It's just between us, besides, I hear you're pretty good, I wanna check out the hot mouth on you!"
I couldn't move, I couldn't do anything. I stared as the two of them grinned at me, massaging their bulges.
Ken said, "It ain't like I'm gonna tell no one, James. Come on, you know you wanna..."
Trev laughed, "He's doing me first, I ain't getting sloppy seconds!"
"Fuck, I don't care, long as I get off!" Ken answered.
I pulled myself together, and demanded, "What in the fuck are you talking about?"
Trev held up a cassette tape, and smiled. "It's cool, James, just do what you really wanna do."
I stared at the tape, he couldn't have!
Ken laughed, "Look at his face! Hey, cock sucker, you think you gagged on Trev, I got something for you! You wanna listen to the tape, fag? Maybe it`ll be like mood music, or you wanna just get busy?"
All the anger left me, I just looked at my own shoes, feeling nothing but hurt. Trev had betrayed me, he had in seconds destroyed all the feelings I had felt for him. Trev was quiet, but I knew he had set this up.
Ken said, "Well, what's it gonna be? I spent 30 dollars on this beer, I wanna get my dick sucked! And if I don't get what I want, fuck it! This tape will be played all around!"
Shit, why? Why had I let my feelings rule me? This was a pretty small town, gossip flew. I had to have time to think. I had to come up with some plan. I could leave town, yeah, but where? I had no place to go.
Trev knew me, he knew what choices I had, even though he was busy drinking, and letting Ken run the show, he had me trapped. Right this minute, there was two choices, suck both of them, or be outed as a dick sucker.
Ken pressed me, "You made up your mind, yet, gay boy?"
I felt cold, and I answered, "Yeah, I made up my mind. Go ahead, Trev, pull out your fucking cock! Pull it out, forget years of friendship, forget all about growing up together. Fuck it, man, pull it out!"
Trev said, `Cool." That was it, one word, one word that told me how he felt about me. One word that stabbed like a knife! I took a deep breath.
I got off the cooler, and walked over, and got between Trev's thigh's. He didn't seem to smell so good now. He didn't seem to look so hot, so desirable. Years of friendship died as I began to suck his cock. He didn't even pull down his jeans, just unzipped, fished out his already hard dick, and grinned at me.
I knew what drove Trev to the boiling point. I used what I had learned, wanting this to end as quick as possible. I wasn't doing it in hoped of winning him over, I was doing this just to get it over with.
The entire time, I forced myself to suck Trev, Ken was busy making comments, destructive, humiliating comments. Comments meant to make me feel even worse.
Ken laughed, "Yeah, suck that dick, fag! Suck that jock cock! Yeah! You are really into it! Fucking queer!"
I heard every degrading word he said as I forced myself to give Trevor head. Each word made me feel further and more distant from what I had been trapped into doing.
10 minutes later, I was swallowing Trev's cum. Instead of tasting good, it tasted bitter, nasty. I wondered if this was the way it had tasted before? Had I just tricked myself?
Ken was really laughing, "Dude, you told the fucking truth! The fag swallows! Oh, fuck!"
I looked at Ken, he was throwing off his clothes. He grinned at me, "Like what you see, gay boy?"
I stared at him, I had never really noticed Ken before. Even with this whole, evil situation, even with knowing how Trev had betrayed and trapped me, I felt my dick firming up. It flashed into my thoughts, now, even my own dick was betraying me!
I was being forced into this, and yet, Ken's hot body could make me hard! I suddenly felt a very new feeling, self hatred!
"What're you waiting on, cock sucker?" Ken grinned, waving a beautiful hard cock at me.
I sighed at walked to Ken, hearing Trev's giggle.
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