How To Rape A Straight Guy by Kyle Michel Sullivan Read Free Book Online Page A

couldn’t drag some guy in off the street an’ do it to him, right now?!”
    Lenny got up an’ put his hand on my arm, saying, “Curt, why don’t you sit back down?  Let me get you a nice cold beer.”
    That’s when I realized I was standin’ over Wayne an’ he was frozen against the corner of the couch, lookin’ like he thought I was gonna pop him.  An’ maybe I was about to.  So I took in a deep breath, let Lenny have my bottle, stepped back an’ flexed to let off some of the tension in my back, then sat back on the chair.  Lenny headed into the kitchen.  His eyes never left me.
    Wayne was tryin’ real hard to sound cool when he asked, “So you got guys to cum just by fucking them?”
    I shrugged.  I could of told him there was more to it than that, but all of a sudden I wasn’t in a sharin’ kind of mood.
    Lenny came back in with an ice cold one, cast a hard look at Wayne an’ said, “Then he was probably massaging their prostate.  That can force a man into an erection, and even an ejaculation.  Which must mean you have a huge dick.”
    I could tell from how his hand shook that it was playtime.  I’d spooked ‘em an’ they wanted to get me done an’ gone before I got too much drunker.  So what the fuck; get it over with.  Why not?
    “Almost ten inches,” I said.
    “No,” was all Lenny could say.
    I chuckled an’ said, “I can prove it.”
    Lenny was back to all but dancin’.  He’d already put my snarl from a minute ago straight out of his head.  “You mean, I could measure it?  See for myself?”
    I slid deeper into the chair, stretchin’ an’ lettin’ my body do its job.  Wayne was lookin’ me over with a wary interest that added to the warnin’ bells in my brain.  Now it was me ready to end it.
    “Tell you what,” I said.  “Let’s bet on it.  Two hundred says I am.  A freebie, if I’m not.”
    Lenny hesitated.  Wayne didn’t move.  Lenny looked at him an’ asked, “What do you think?”
    Wayne licked his lips...an’ I knew I had him, even for all the crap he’d shot at me.  “For both of us?” he asked.
    I smiled an’ said, “Two-fifty.”
    Lenny went to a desk an’ pulled out a ruler.  Wayne pulled a hundred, a fifty an’ five twenties from his wallet.  I couldn’t believe it; the dumb fuck’s smart enough to know carryin’ that much around with him is askin’ for trouble.  He put it on the table.
    I stood up, stretched, again, an’ slid my zipper down, real slow.  Makin’ ‘em wait was half the fun.  Then I pulled my dick out.  They both looked at it like they’d never seen one, before.
    I started playin’ with it to get it hard, but Lenny jumped over to stop me.  “I want to check something out,” he said, then he took my dick an’ lay it on the ruler an’ whispered, “Five and a half inches, soft.  Now let me.”  An’ he began strokin’ me.  Wayne got closer, to watch.  I just stood there.
    It didn’t take long to get me hard; Lenny had good strong hands.  An’ Wayne finally helped him by slippin’ my balls out an’ rollin’ ‘em with his fingers.  Through it all, I closed my eyes an’ thought about nothin’.  I never did think when I was lettin’ a guy do me.  My mind’d just go blank, like I was in a trance, even though I knew I wasn’t.  It’s weird how it happens.  Anyway, when I was as big as I could get, Lenny put the ruler alongside my dick an’ whistled.  “Nine and three-quarters,” he said.  “Close enough,” an’ then he slipped his mouth around me.
    It wasn’t the best blowjob I ever got, but it wasn’t the worst, either.  An’ Wayne joined him.  They kept swappin’ mouths between my dick an’ my balls, an’ it felt good like that, so I let ‘em put their hands wherever they wanted.  So long as they didn’t pull my jeans down any lower.  An’ as I was close to takin’ off, I started thinkin’, “That’ll show you, Connie.  Fuckin’ cunt.  I’m the one in