[warning! This chapter contains inappropriate content. Viewers discretion is adviced]
While Glen was on a hangout with Charlotte on a Saturday in a cafe as pre planned. Their demeanor were quiet flipping through their books intently. Glen's phone rang; it was a call from Phil.
His brow furrowed deeply in annoyance as he refused to take the call. He knew why Phil was calling and chose to ignore it which began to concern Charlotte.
"Aren't you going to answer?" She asked.
He was momentarily quiet, his brow creased intensely. He picked the phone up—aggreived. "Excuse me then."
Charlotte watched as he talked on the phone from the clear glass wall, but she could not hear what they were saying.
He looked pale and uneasy as he walked back in hanging his clutch over his neck with. "Charlotte…I have to be somewhere right now." He said with a constrained expression.
She retracted her lips from her straw that she was sipping. "Suddenly?"
his head hung low and he replied. "I promise I'll make it up to you." He paced out of the cafe prompting a look of concerned on Charlotte's face as she watched him exit the cafe.
What could have him so tensed up like that?
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Phil opened the door, a smirk apparent of his lips as Glen glared at him feeling resentful about the situation he had put himself into.
Phil let out a throaty chortle and swung the door wider for him. "Come inside."
Glen gulped and cautiously stepped in.
Phil locked the door behind him with a clacking sound—hastily hugging Glen from behind.
Glen, startled, shoved him away, his voice rising. "W-Why are you suddenly hugging me?!"
Phil looked at Glen with a lascivious smile breathing heavily as he groped his lower part. His face flushed. "I can't hold it anymore."
Glen felt repulsed by his expression, slightly took a step back as Phil advanced towards him forcing a kiss onto his lips. Glen pursed his lip slightly to prevent Phil's tongue from entering his mouth.
"Open your mouth a bit."
Phil said breathing heavily, drowned in the pleasure as he kissed Glen—roughly plodding his tongue in and out of his mouth.
Phil abruptly sliped his hands into Glen's pants.
Glen recoiled and his pupil dilating in agitation. He shoved Phil by his shoulder to stop his hands from down further. "D-don't touch me there!" His voice wavered.
Phil's lip angled in a sudden wicked grin. "Stop pretending like you're not enjoying this."
Glen did not realize that his intimate part had reacted to the Phil's touches.
Phil noticed it and groped Glen's lower part accompanied by a lecherous grin. "You say you don't like it but your body is saying otherwise."
His words prompted Glen to become immensely abashed that his body had reacted that way.
I have always told myself I would do these things with the person that I liked…why's this bastards trying to make me do everything with him?
Phil shoved Glen onto the sofa and began to unzip his trousers. Glen grabbed his hands to prohibit him from exploring his body any further. But Phil was determined to finish what he started.
He pulled Glen's hand out of the way and fully unzipped his trouser.
What's happening? My body feels hot right now…
Phil wrapped his hands around Glen's genital caressing it softly.
Glen's breathing increased, accompanied by a loud moan and. Immediately he covered his mouth mortified and unable to fathom his behavior at that instant.
"Fuck, don't hold it in."
Phil let's out curse words and abruptly obscured Glen's genital with his mouth.
Startled, Glen's back arched from the sensation. "W-w- what are you do-No…" His remaining words were pursed by a moan. He grabbed Phil's head to remove his mouth but it was futile.
Glen's eyes turning upwards, he was completely loosing his mind from the sensation. "Phil, wait! I think I'm about to-Unn…"" He let out a strained moan leaning heavily on the sofa gasping frantically, he looked down and his fluid was all over Phil's face.
Phil let out a scornful laugh and wiped Glen's fluid off with his T-shirt and propped himself up to his feet. He pulled down his pants to his hip level to reveal his stiffened genital in his grip panting softly with his face filled with lust and said. "Can you help me cum too?"
I never asked him to put his mouth on my lower part, did he do it because he wants me to do it too?
Disapproving of his request, Glen replied "H-how could I possibly do that?"
Phil frowned and grabbed Glen's hand—pulling it close to his genital. Glen's fingers brushed against it and he recoiled repulsively leaning back on the sofa.
Phil's frown lines deepened even more. "You know what would happen if you refuse right? Besides I just helped you cum, isn't it proper to return the favor?"
Glen went quiet, his expressions grieved. He couldn't refuse further since he was at a disadvantage, he slowly knelt before Phil as he sat on the sofa with a lascivious grin provoking more revolt in Glen.
Glen grimaced at the sight of Phil's hardened genital. He hesitantly put his hands around it rubbing it amateurishly.
"Use you mouth."
Phil demanded panting from excitement as he waited for Glen to continue. Glen stared at it, summing up the courage, before repulsively putting his mouth on it.
Phil shuddered from the sensation throwing his head backwards and pulled Glen's head down to fully drown his genital in his mouth.
"Fuck! Don't use your teeth." He cursed.
Glen felt suffocated and gagged continuously while Phil shoved his genital down his throat.
Phil suddenly let out a strained moan pressing Glen's head onto his gential more intensely and his body dropped on the sofa breathing heavily.
Glen hastily crouched down on all fours and threw up the fluid Phil let in his mouth—choking—his mouth was torn—his eyes were all red and teary with snort leaking from his nose due to the suffocating feeling.
"Fuck!"
Phil cursed continuously panting from satisfaction as he sneered at Glen whilst he was choking. Glen's watery eyes glared at him with frantic breathing.
It was the price he had to pay for his sexuality to remain a secret.
Little did he know that things were about to become inexplicable.
Phil came to Glen's house unannounced and Glen's parents welcomed him unknown to the intentions that brought him there.
When they had become friends newly Glen used to be all joyful whenever he visited but now that things have changed, the mere presence of Phil turned his stomach.
He followed Glen to his room grinning.
In a mentally wrenching state, the words escaped Glen's lips. "P-please don't come to my house anymore, l-I would go to your house instead."
Phil's grin faded. He cocked an eyebrow and his expression turned dark with. "You're chasing me out of your house?"
Glen couldn't look him in the eyes and feared he would just go downstairs and reveal his secret. Realization surfaced. His eyes widened and his pupil dilated—he dropped to his knees. "I-I'm…sorry." He stammered tightening his eyes.
Phil halted and his lip suddenly angled into a suggestive grin shoving his hands inside his pocket to reveal two packs of rubber and a satchet lube to Glen.
"I guess you must have realized that I'm at an advantage here." He said with a contemptous grin.
Perturbed Glen replied. "What?"
He's totally crazy! How could he bring something like this into my parent's house?
"Have sex with me. We can do it quietly and quicker, or we can both walk down there and tell your parents." He leaned back and crossed his arms waiting for Glen's reply.
Glen's pupil dilated, he went pale like he had seen a ghost. "D-do you h-have no self awareness? you're literally in my house." He stammered.
"Are we doing this or not?" Phil insinuated once more scowling.
Glen winced, his head hung low stammering. "I-I can do any other thing, but letting you do that with me is something…"
Incredibled by Glen's non compliance Phil said. "This is how it's gonna be huh?" He shoved the contents back in his pocket and paced downstairs.
Glen thought he was bluffing and didn't follow him downstairs to confirm—he just stood still in his room sweating and his heart was racing. The air in the room became thicker, he felt like he was waiting in despair.
Moments later, he could suddenly hear his parents raged footsteps loudly stomping up stairs to his room.
"Glen!"
His mother's voice sounded enraged and she swung his door open, showing him photos, in one of the photos he was kissing Phil but Phil's face had been blurred and in another he was giving him a blow job.
Glen's pupil dilated, filled with terror of what his eyes had just witnessed.
What?! When did he take photos without me noticing?
Glen went silent, grappling for an explanation. Even though Phil did all that to him, he never expected his actions would come to such an extent.
"Is this true?!" His mother bellowed at him with pain in her voice.
Glen's heart raced and he quivered—his eyes became hot and teary. His throat felt like a lump had submerged in it. "M-mom…I can explain…"
"Explain what?!" She hurled the photos at him crying her eyes out and his father walked up to him with a menacing look on his face, he snatched Glen by his collar down the stairs. Words still failed to escaped his lips.
"You disgusting fool!, when did you become gay?!" His father bellowed furiously waiting to beat the shit out of him.
In that instant, Glen frantically turned to look at Phil who was sneering at his fall, before he'd known it his father's heavy hands struck him with a painful slap on his face making him to stagger and he bled from his nose and mouth.
"Answer me when I'm asking you questions!"
His father's voice rised even more and he lifted his hands again to beat the living out of Glen but his mother rushed in and grabbed his hands to stop him from getting hit.
"I disown you! you're no longer my son! leave my house!"
His father yell filled the room. Glen still did not utter a word. He quietly retreated to his room and fell to his knees quivering. That was when he could feel his burning cheeks from the slap.
Why me? Why me?
He halted and wiped his nose smudging the blood on his face as he only just recently tasted the blood leaking from his mouth. He stuffed some of his belongings into a small empty bus and walked downstairs to his parents awaiting his leave.
His blank gaze darted towards Phil who stood there, his expression plastered with agitation. He then shifted his attention to his mother who, unable to look him in the eyes, her body consumed with sobs while hunched on the floor.
His steps proceeded to the doorway which his father watched him still fuming in rage and disgust as he exited the house.