Guilty Fantasies 08 MM: Gay – Paul Version 5: Snuff

Setup-

I’ve wondered for a long time about Paul. As strongly homophobic as he has always been, I have speculated that it’s a result of denial, of fear that he is actually gay. His failure to have a girlfriend strikes me as another possible sign. It is time to find out for certain. Willingly or otherwise, Paul is coming out of the closet today.

It all starts with Paul visiting my place on a Saturday to help me service my pickup truck. We put in the badly needed new starter and power steering pump, and change the oil. As is usual, I provide refreshments. On weekends he usually drinks thin beers like Coors, so I provide Bass as an upgrade. The unfamiliar taste hides the taste of the additions to what I serve. His beers are well spiked with grain alcohol, valium, & viagra.

Since Paul, also as usual, insists on doing most of the work himself on this hot day, by the time we’re done he is a sweaty mess, his clothes soaked through and streaked with oil and dirt. I offer my shower, and tell him that the least I can do is run his clothes through the washer. Under the effects of the drinks he is suggestable, and he agrees. He staggers off to the shower, and at my suggestion hands out his clothes for washing. I tell him he is free to use my robe, which is already hanging in the bathroom.

While Paul showers I make my preparations, and am ready for him when lurches out of the bathroom and staggers down the hallway with the robe hanging open.

Snuff-

Paul weaves into the living room where I’m watching the big television. Paul drops onto the couch at the far end from me and looks closely at the TV, discovering that I’m watching a fuck film. He stares at the action, where a very buff guy is fucking a short haired, small titted chick in the “Anvil” position, with her legs lifted and pushed back towards her shoulders.

Paul and I watch as the camera point of view that is over the guy’s shoulder shows her grabbing and twisting her nipples as she moans in passion. The camera pulls back and pans down as the guy bends forward over the chick, and then zooms in to show us the guy is actually ass-fucking her.

Paul and watch quietly for several minutes as the porn stars massive cock rams into the chicks tiny anus again and again. Paul doesn’t notice that I’m watching him more than the flick. The robe is open, hanging off his shoulders so that he is practically as nude as I am. I admire his smooth skin and well muscled body, and watch as his thick cock hardens up and he begins unconsciously stroking it. I’m playing with my own cock, generously greasing it with Astro-Glide.

On screen the camera pulls back from the close-up ass-fucking and pans slowly around the scene until it is looking at the action from behind the chicks head. We see the guy as he groans and pulls back, jacking his cock to spurt a huge load across the groin, belly, and cock of his partner. Yes, the chick was actually a small, effeminate guy. Paul is shocked that he has been jacking off to a gay movie. He yells something about “FAGS!” as he lurches up and turns away from the scene.

I go to Paul, reaching out to slide my hands up across his chest, telling him to relax, that watching fucking is a turn-on no matter who is doing it. “Face it Paul, you watched a guy taking a cock up his ass while you were jacking off!”

Paul protested that he had not known it was a guy’s ass.