Pride Story

My fingers fumbled as I nibbled my lip, stalling from telling this boy, my best friend for 5 years, that I love him.

We were sitting on his couch in his house. We were alone that night, which I had planned.

"What is it you want to say?" John, the man of my dreams, asked sweetly

"I...uhm..." shit this was going to be hard.

"Tell me, Noah!" he persisted

"I LOVE YOU" I blurted foolishly.

He was completely shocked.

"I'm sorry" I said remorsely

"Don't be sorry...I mean, I'm straight, but it's not your fault"

"Ok, thanks," I said, extremely embarrassed.

I'm not sure why, but I couldn't help myself. He was just too perfect. Sitting here being nice to me when he doesn't need to be...that gorgeous body...

"Noah, what are you doing?"

"Shh, shh" I hushed him, and continued to stroke his crotch.

"GET OFF OF ME!!!"

"No please! John! Just let me-"

"STOP! GET AWAY FROM ME!"

Then I snapped. Having the man I love telling me that I couldn't be with him, that I would never be the one...I got mad.

I easily out weighed him in muscle by 50 pounds.

"Please, Noah, I can't...please" he begged as I ripped off both our clothes and pinned him down.

"You're going to take it like...like you love me" I said tearfully.

I had to admit, my 12 inch cock was huge, so I wasn't surprised when John whimpered.

"NOAH! NO, FUCKING JESUS CHRIST!"

But his persistence fell on deaf ears.

I slowly fucked his ass. This wasn't the way I had hoped for it to happen, but I was going to get it either way.

"AAAHH! GET IT OUT OF ME!!"

He was crying now, and so was I.

Hoping to drown out the pain, I fucked him harder and harder. Faster and faster. It was a challenge though, his ass was abnormally tight.

"Please...Noah...stop..." John's attempts becoming more pathetic.

In the irony of all the emotional (and physical) pain we were going through, I still cummed in his ass. Alot.

But I didn't stop. I just used that as extra lube. I still fucked him. I had all night....

The tears and cum overfilled...