Fork In The Friendship

Date: Fri, 6 Nov 2009 02:48:56 -0500
From: SneakerBitch
Subject: Fork In The Friendship

Jonathan and Jeremy had been good friends as long as either could
remember, but neither could ever remember fighting with the other. Both
being 19 years old, they felt like they understood their entire world
completely. The trust between the two boys was the strongest bond they had
ever known. The two college sophomores always treated each other as equals
and never sought to control each other, learning from the abuses and
destruction of friendships they had seen around them. The two did
everything together, including dates. It was rare for the two boys to go on
single dates, it was always a double for them, especially when they were
lucky enough to find twins. Jon and Jeremy had made a promise to each other
when they began dating that they would remain virgins until marriage, more
of a concern for each others’ health than a moral objection.

It was about six weeks into the spring semester of their sophomore
year when their friendship would take the biggest test it had ever known.
The two had spent many hours talking the during the evening and as a result
slept in during the morning. The boys decided to shower together to save
time. About 5 minutes into the shower Jeremy blurted out “Jon, you have a
nice cock dude”. Jonathan laughed at the comment and shot back “Yeah you
too J”. A few more minutes passed and the two emerged from the shower,
glistening with water, highlighting each and every one of their fine
contours. This only further kept Jeremy’s attention to Jonathan’s penis,
but Jonathan didn’t notice. The two dressed and went off to their
respective classes, agreeing to meet back for a late lunch after classes at
around three o’clock. Classes went as they usually do for both of them,
they were as attentive as any instructor could hope for during the first
warm days of spring. At about five minutes past three o’clock the boys met
for lunch, Jonathan noticed that Jeremy was quieter than usual, but had
Jeremy been comfortable enough to speak his mind, he may have said the same
about Jonathan.

On their walk back to the dorm, Jonathan brought up the topic that had
been on his mind all day. “Jeremy, what was with your comment about my dick
this morning in the shower?”. Jeremy blushed and responded “Nothing, I was
just joking”. “Oh, really? Then why so quiet at lunch?” Jonathan inquired.
Jeremy stopped where he was and looked absolutely terrified. Jonathan
approached him, trying to appear as calm as he could, placing his hand on
his friend’s shoulder. Jeremy pulled away from Jon’s attempt to comfort
him, something he had never done before. “What the fuck dude?” was Jon’s
response to the insulting action. Jeremy silently walked off towards the
soccer field beside the residence halls. Jonathan pursued him. Upon
reaching the field, Jeremy (being aware of Jonathan’s presence) turned
around abruptly and demanded “why are you following me?” Jonathan remained
calmed and reassured his friend “I’m just worried about you”. With that
Jeremy shoved Jonathan and reasserted his need for independence “Well don’t
be!” Jonathan went immediately from calm to pissed, punching Jeremy,
throwing him to the ground. Jeremy attempted to escape, but Jonathan
grabbed his shirt, holding him back. The shirt ripped as Jeremy tried to
get up, Jonathan swept his leg in Jeremy’s path, tripping him. Jonathan sat
on his friend and demanded to know what was going on. Jeremy remained
silent, Jonathan slapped him and continued demanding to know what was
bothering him. Jeremy tried once again to escape, but Jonathan held firm,
and used some of the rappelling cord in his backpack to tie Jeremy’s hands
and ankles. He picked Jeremy up and carried him toward the basement of the
residence hall, a common area that was hardly ever used. Jeremy tried to
get himself to scream, but found himself unable to do so. He was too scared
of the situation, Jonathan, and himself.

Jonathan stood in front of Jeremy in the large room. Jeremy was on his
knees, his hands tied firmly behind his back with black rope, his naked
torso glistening with sweat in the dimly lit room. Jonathan looked down at
Jeremy, looking at this person he had called a friend since kindergarten.
He could barely believe that he is the one responsible for the bruises now
beginning to redden across Jeremy’s face and chest. Jeremy looked only at
the ground, himself looking lost and unsure of the situation. Jonathan
walked toward Jeremy. Jeremy could see Jonathan’s black leather sneakers
enter his limited field of vision and he began trembling, not knowing what
his friend intended to do to him next. Jonathan circled Jeremy several
times before putting his hand on Jeremy’s neck and calmly repeating his
request again. “Come on dude, what is it you are keeping from me that has
caused all of this?”. Jeremy considered not responding, but realized that
things would only get worse. He took several deep breaths before whispering
to Jonathan “If I tell you, then you will hate me, and I don’t know that I
can deal with that”. Jonathan shook his head in displeasure with Jeremy’s
answer.

“Come on man, you are closer to me than my brother” Jonathan insisted
as he knelt in front of Jeremy. Feeling humiliated, defeated and beginning
to feel the sting of the physical fight earlier, gives in and tells
Jonathan “It’s about this morning. I really do think you have a nice cock”.
“So does every chick whose ever seen it, whats the big deal about that?”
Jonathan assures him. “Yeah well, I think I’m bisexual man, I’m turned on
by your cock”. Jeremy tries walking backward on his knees, expecting his
statement to result in physical punishment. Jonathan laughs, almost
hysterically, “You think I didn’t know that? I’ve been reading your diary
since junior high, and I’ve seen you looking me over every time I’m naked”.
A feeling of embarrassment rushes over Jeremy, feeling as though he has
been completely exposed, he then realizes that his own cock is stiffening.
Jonathan giggles again, grabbing at his friend’s crotch, “You got to do
something about this dude, you were getting wood while I was kicking your
ass earlier.” Jeremy hadn’t realized it, but Jonathan was right, he was
turned on by what was happening. He continued blushing and returned to
staring at the floor, locking every muscle in his body, set on taking
control of his own body and not succumbing to his perverse sexual feelings.

Jonathan stood back up, feeling relieved that he had broken through
his friend’s wall, but also intrigued by the very vulnerable state he saw
Jeremy in. He called to Jeremy, who then raised his head, two stared as
they began trying to uncover all of the hidden things in each other by
looking into each others’ eyes.

Jonathan broke the stare first, turning around, staring at the ceiling
as to seek an answer as to what he is supposed to do next. He has concern
that his friendship will be over and that he has beaten up his best friend
for no reason.

As he turned around he caught Jeremy looking at him and smiling. “What
are you smiling about?” Jonathan spoke with his voice crackling. “I had a
fantasy once that was a little like this, only, you had your cock down my
throat and we were in your bedroom” Jeremy chuckled, but then tried to act
serious, as to not anger Jonathan. “I WHAT?” Jonathan yelled as he moved
within a few inches of Jeremy and stared down at him. Jeremy began to shake
again and returned to staring at Jonathan’s feet, until he heard Jonathan
sigh and giggle a little himself. Jeremy lifted his head slightly, being
careful to not put his face in Jonathan’s crotch. The two began staring
into each others’ eyes again, this time both boys smiling. “You gonna untie
me Jon?” Jeremy asked with as much sweetness and sincerity in his voice as
he could manage.

Jonathan began laughing “No.” Jeremy looked worried, less than before,
but certainly not expecting that reaction from Jonathan. “Look at that
fucking rod of yours, this shit is exciting you, isn’t it?” Jonathan’s
accusation stung Jeremy’s ego hard. He hadn’t realized it, but he had been
turned on by what his friend was doing to him. He tried to speak, but could
not find the words, and instead a few low grunts came out. With that
Jonathan knew he had Jeremy exactly where he wanted him.

Jeremy helplessly tried to fight with the ropes. He squirmed and
pulled, tried untying the rope with his fingers. None of it worked. He
began to work up a sweat again and his body was shiny and moist. Jeremy
began to whimper as he realized that his cock was only getting harder the
more he struggled and realized that he could not get free and would have to
beg Jonathan to release him. He tried to plead with Jonathan, begging him,
promising to never look at him in the shower again, but Jonathan wouldn’t
hear it. Jonathan leaned in and grabbed both of Jeremy’s nipples, giving
them a sharp twist and applying more pressure to them. Jeremy squealed in
agony. Once his nipples were released he knelt quietly, no longer fighting
the ropes, just staring down, in silence.

“OK, I give up Jon”

“Really? That means you admit it?”

“Admit what?”

“Admit that you are a fag and that being helpless like this turns you on”

“ok, yes, yes, it turns me on that you are in control and I can’t do
anything about it. I’ve thought about it for a while now”.