James's arm wrapped around Aron, his fingers gently stroking his shoulder. It sent shivers down Aron's spine. His body felt hot. He wanted James to grab him and...
“I got to go!” Aron said, jumping out of the couch. But James pulled him right back into it. Into his lap. Arms wrapping around him. Hugging him. Holding him in place.
“What do you think you're doing!?” shouted Aron. He felt a pressure on his taint. James's penis! Aron's body slid back and forth on it out of control. It was huge!
“I think you need a man in your life,” James said, whispering into Aron's neck. Aron had to bite down on his tongue not to moan. He felt so tiny in the huge man's arms.
“Stop! I told you, I'm not gay!” But James wasn't listening. His hand slid down to Aron's crotch and his fingers began to unbutton his jeans. “No!” Aron cried in protest, but the hand slipped right in, finding his hairless cock and balls. Aron had no idea why he was smooth down there. He'd never ever shaved it. He'd been proud of his manly bush. The way it felt now made him feel small and humiliated. And why did it feel so amazing!?
All Aron could do was moan with pleasure. Begging for James to stop and insisting that he wasn't gay between gasps. His whole body had gone weak from the sensation, betraying him in his hour of need. When James pulled off his shirt, Aron was hardly able to resist. By the time the rest came off, he was crying with shame and humiliation and pure, overwhelming lust. Naked and moaning in another man's arms. He hated it! He loved it! He felt so confused. All he could do was sob.
James pushed him onto his back on the sofa and leaned over, kissing him. Aron's lips parted on their own to let him in. He wanted to scream as James's tongue invaded him. Violating every inch of his mouth. All while the man's hands caressed his body and made him burn with unnatural lust.