Are we Still Friends? (M/M, M/MM) Part 7 up!
Posted: Tue Jan 19, 2021 2:59 am
Hello everyone! I was toying with this idea for a while, specially with these characters but I was having trouble comming up with a good plot, until I read [mention]Danny[/mention]'s How would you... post and it game me some ideas! The final product probably has only a tiny bit of his original idea but I'm liking how it's turning out and I hope you guys like it too!
Part 1: Do you really know someone?
“You’ve known this person all your life, you think you know them like the palm of you hand and then: Boom! This bomb gets dropped and makes you question everything about him.
Spencer and I have been friends since we were born, I’m not kidding! We’ve been neighbors all our lives, we met the moment both of us stepped in our front yards as toddlers and from that day we became best friends. Scratch that! He is not just a friend, he is like a brother to me, even more than my actual brother! I don’t think there was a week where we didn’t have a sleepover at one of our places, we even went on holidays together! The only time we were apart was in junior year when I thought my girlfriend had cheated on me with him, we didn’t speak to each other for almost three months, probably the worst time in my life. But we made it through and I think the experience made us even closer!
You know what happens next, we made it into the same college and agreed to room together, it just felt like the right thing. Granted, no matter how much time we’ve spent in each other houses, it can’t compare to living together! I mean, Spence is a slob! And he can’t seem to understand the concept of replacing toilet paper! But it’s still tons of fun to hang out with him, I love that guy!
Until last Friday.
I know that was wrong but I didn’t think about it that much, I needed to fill up a form and didn’t want to go through the hassle to open my laptop, it would only take a minute and Spencer shouldn’t have left his open. It should have been easy, but when I tried to download the PDF file so I could print it later, it sent me to a folder labeled “Stuff”, the fact that it was buried under four different folders clued me that it was his porn stash. I know I shouldn’t have looked, but the notion of checking what stuff he was into and making fun of him for that was too tempting to ignore!
At first there was your usual stuff, chicks being fucked, lesbian porn, nothing out of the ordinary, until I noticed another folder without title, just the generic “New Folder”. It was filled with pictures of guys tied up, like a lot of them! I’m not talking just girls in leather holding a crop to a guy’s chin, there were those too, but there was also gay stuff there, guy on guy action! And then there was two more folders, one had videos of the same subject, I only skimmed through a few but most seemed to be basically gay porn. Then there was the second folder.
It had pictures of Spencer tied up! Or at least giving that impression. I mean, some of them were selfies of himself gagged with tape or bandannas, a couple had him with his own hand over his mouth. Then there were some where he was on his knees with his hands behind his back, others he was showing his bare feet, ankles tied with a belt. Most of them had been taken in his old bedroom but some I recognized from our dorm! In the oldest ones he was fully clothed, but gradually he posed with less clothes until the most recent ones he is down to his underwear. What? No! I’m not showing them to you creep!
For real, I don’t know what to do, dude! Spencer has no idea I found out about his stash! He is starting to wonder why I’m acting so weird, what can I say? I can’t believe he is into that stuff, what if he is gay? Uh… not that there’s anything wrong with that!
Why is such a big deal? I… I guess because we always shared everything, I’ve never hide anything from him and until recently, I thought he wouldn’t hide anything from me either. It hurts, to know that there’s this big part of him that you didn’t know existed, what if there are other things I don’t know about him?
In hindsight, perhaps the clues were there. When we were eight, I remember we were pestering my brother until he snapped. He went around the house, picking coils of rope, belts and whatever he could find and then chased us all over the place. I was the first he caught, he dragged me to the kitchen, forced me to sit on a chair and tied me to it, hands to my sides, ankles to the front legs and lots of ropes and belts around my chest, waist and thighs. I was stuck! I remember Spencer was looking at me with wide eyes all this time, I got really mad he wasn’t helping me! Then Jeremy asked him if he was going to put up a fight and he shook his head! He surrendered! He was looking forwards it, wasn’t he? God, and I called him a coward for that! The two of us ended tied to two chairs and gagged with some kitchen rags, Jeremy went back to watch his stupid cartoons and left us trapped there!
Stop laughing! We were stuck for an hour! Eventually we managed to drag the chairs close enough so Spencer could use his fingers to untie one of my hands, I was furious after that! But now that I think about it, Spencer didn’t seem to mind, he even mentioned how fun was the two of us working together to escape; he was trying to tell me he liked it didn’t he? Right, I’m overthinking it!
But he never suggested being into this, not after that incident! I mean, there were the airsoft games we played in high school- oh, didn’t tell you? After Junior year, each summer a bunch of us we went camping to the woods for a couple of days, you know the guys! They came for my birthday! Uh… Doug, Shane, Ray and David! We did the usual camping stuff, but the main event was an airsoft game! The twist was that you could take prisoners and that means getting tied up. I remember our last summer we invited some guys from another school and made it a proper war to see who was the superior school! We beat the floor with them the first day but then things got out of control- anyway! I’m rambling now. It was all in good fun and Spencer and I ended captured a lot of times! But it never crossed my mind that he was enjoying it, he had fun, like all of us but he didn’t seem to look forwards getting captured and he always did his best to resist interrogation and try to escape.
What if that was a ruse? What if he was getting all horny while we were tied up? I feel like I don’t know him anymore!
Why am I making such a fuss? Dude! I just don’t get it! Is he into guys now? Does he get turned on getting tied up? Why did he take those pictures? Why does he even like this stuff? No! That does change who he is! You don’t understand! I used to know who Spencer Saunders was! What stuff he likes, what he is into and more important of all, I knew that he’d always tell me everything, no matter how bad or embarrassing it was!
I don’t even know how to talk with him. “Hey Spence! Do you get turned on being tied up by guys?” I just can’t say that! Shut up! I just can’t”
Gary closed his eyes and rested his head on the backrest of the old couch, just being able to get that out of his chest had lifted a heavy weight from his shoulders. He put the joint against his lips and took a deep breath, inhaling the cannabis; he let it settle in his lungs for a few seconds before expelling it in a puff of smoke.
He opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling, trying to follow the fan’s blades as they spun in circles, the effect was mesmerizing and for a moment, he forgot all his troubles as he felt himself drifting away in an endless void, but a voice quickly pulled him back to reality “Why are you telling me all this?”
Gary turned his head without lifting it from the cushion and glanced at the man sitting on the other end, his eyes lingered over his thick arms, crossed over his broad chest before meeting a pair of brown eyes. “Two reasons. One, you’re gay and into this stuff, I figured that if someone could understand that would be you, not to mention that you can keep a secret, Dom”
Dominic nodded “I’ve already told you my opinion. Being gay or straight isn’t black and white. He could be gay or he could be bisexual. Or he could even be straight but being into getting tied up by guys” he shrugged “you need to talk to him”
Gary nodded and closed his eyes pensively “what is the second reason?”
“Well…” he leaned forwards, pushing the tip of his mostly depleted joint against the ashtray “I want to understand him, I want to know what he gets of being tied up, so Dom… can you tie me up?”
Part 1: Do you really know someone?
“You’ve known this person all your life, you think you know them like the palm of you hand and then: Boom! This bomb gets dropped and makes you question everything about him.
Spencer and I have been friends since we were born, I’m not kidding! We’ve been neighbors all our lives, we met the moment both of us stepped in our front yards as toddlers and from that day we became best friends. Scratch that! He is not just a friend, he is like a brother to me, even more than my actual brother! I don’t think there was a week where we didn’t have a sleepover at one of our places, we even went on holidays together! The only time we were apart was in junior year when I thought my girlfriend had cheated on me with him, we didn’t speak to each other for almost three months, probably the worst time in my life. But we made it through and I think the experience made us even closer!
You know what happens next, we made it into the same college and agreed to room together, it just felt like the right thing. Granted, no matter how much time we’ve spent in each other houses, it can’t compare to living together! I mean, Spence is a slob! And he can’t seem to understand the concept of replacing toilet paper! But it’s still tons of fun to hang out with him, I love that guy!
Until last Friday.
I know that was wrong but I didn’t think about it that much, I needed to fill up a form and didn’t want to go through the hassle to open my laptop, it would only take a minute and Spencer shouldn’t have left his open. It should have been easy, but when I tried to download the PDF file so I could print it later, it sent me to a folder labeled “Stuff”, the fact that it was buried under four different folders clued me that it was his porn stash. I know I shouldn’t have looked, but the notion of checking what stuff he was into and making fun of him for that was too tempting to ignore!
At first there was your usual stuff, chicks being fucked, lesbian porn, nothing out of the ordinary, until I noticed another folder without title, just the generic “New Folder”. It was filled with pictures of guys tied up, like a lot of them! I’m not talking just girls in leather holding a crop to a guy’s chin, there were those too, but there was also gay stuff there, guy on guy action! And then there was two more folders, one had videos of the same subject, I only skimmed through a few but most seemed to be basically gay porn. Then there was the second folder.
It had pictures of Spencer tied up! Or at least giving that impression. I mean, some of them were selfies of himself gagged with tape or bandannas, a couple had him with his own hand over his mouth. Then there were some where he was on his knees with his hands behind his back, others he was showing his bare feet, ankles tied with a belt. Most of them had been taken in his old bedroom but some I recognized from our dorm! In the oldest ones he was fully clothed, but gradually he posed with less clothes until the most recent ones he is down to his underwear. What? No! I’m not showing them to you creep!
For real, I don’t know what to do, dude! Spencer has no idea I found out about his stash! He is starting to wonder why I’m acting so weird, what can I say? I can’t believe he is into that stuff, what if he is gay? Uh… not that there’s anything wrong with that!
Why is such a big deal? I… I guess because we always shared everything, I’ve never hide anything from him and until recently, I thought he wouldn’t hide anything from me either. It hurts, to know that there’s this big part of him that you didn’t know existed, what if there are other things I don’t know about him?
In hindsight, perhaps the clues were there. When we were eight, I remember we were pestering my brother until he snapped. He went around the house, picking coils of rope, belts and whatever he could find and then chased us all over the place. I was the first he caught, he dragged me to the kitchen, forced me to sit on a chair and tied me to it, hands to my sides, ankles to the front legs and lots of ropes and belts around my chest, waist and thighs. I was stuck! I remember Spencer was looking at me with wide eyes all this time, I got really mad he wasn’t helping me! Then Jeremy asked him if he was going to put up a fight and he shook his head! He surrendered! He was looking forwards it, wasn’t he? God, and I called him a coward for that! The two of us ended tied to two chairs and gagged with some kitchen rags, Jeremy went back to watch his stupid cartoons and left us trapped there!
Stop laughing! We were stuck for an hour! Eventually we managed to drag the chairs close enough so Spencer could use his fingers to untie one of my hands, I was furious after that! But now that I think about it, Spencer didn’t seem to mind, he even mentioned how fun was the two of us working together to escape; he was trying to tell me he liked it didn’t he? Right, I’m overthinking it!
But he never suggested being into this, not after that incident! I mean, there were the airsoft games we played in high school- oh, didn’t tell you? After Junior year, each summer a bunch of us we went camping to the woods for a couple of days, you know the guys! They came for my birthday! Uh… Doug, Shane, Ray and David! We did the usual camping stuff, but the main event was an airsoft game! The twist was that you could take prisoners and that means getting tied up. I remember our last summer we invited some guys from another school and made it a proper war to see who was the superior school! We beat the floor with them the first day but then things got out of control- anyway! I’m rambling now. It was all in good fun and Spencer and I ended captured a lot of times! But it never crossed my mind that he was enjoying it, he had fun, like all of us but he didn’t seem to look forwards getting captured and he always did his best to resist interrogation and try to escape.
What if that was a ruse? What if he was getting all horny while we were tied up? I feel like I don’t know him anymore!
Why am I making such a fuss? Dude! I just don’t get it! Is he into guys now? Does he get turned on getting tied up? Why did he take those pictures? Why does he even like this stuff? No! That does change who he is! You don’t understand! I used to know who Spencer Saunders was! What stuff he likes, what he is into and more important of all, I knew that he’d always tell me everything, no matter how bad or embarrassing it was!
I don’t even know how to talk with him. “Hey Spence! Do you get turned on being tied up by guys?” I just can’t say that! Shut up! I just can’t”
Gary closed his eyes and rested his head on the backrest of the old couch, just being able to get that out of his chest had lifted a heavy weight from his shoulders. He put the joint against his lips and took a deep breath, inhaling the cannabis; he let it settle in his lungs for a few seconds before expelling it in a puff of smoke.
He opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling, trying to follow the fan’s blades as they spun in circles, the effect was mesmerizing and for a moment, he forgot all his troubles as he felt himself drifting away in an endless void, but a voice quickly pulled him back to reality “Why are you telling me all this?”
Gary turned his head without lifting it from the cushion and glanced at the man sitting on the other end, his eyes lingered over his thick arms, crossed over his broad chest before meeting a pair of brown eyes. “Two reasons. One, you’re gay and into this stuff, I figured that if someone could understand that would be you, not to mention that you can keep a secret, Dom”
Dominic nodded “I’ve already told you my opinion. Being gay or straight isn’t black and white. He could be gay or he could be bisexual. Or he could even be straight but being into getting tied up by guys” he shrugged “you need to talk to him”
Gary nodded and closed his eyes pensively “what is the second reason?”
“Well…” he leaned forwards, pushing the tip of his mostly depleted joint against the ashtray “I want to understand him, I want to know what he gets of being tied up, so Dom… can you tie me up?”