Jason story

 After getting out of the military, I started taking college courses, trying to
finally finish my degree, and was working the graveyard shift at a local
porn store to pay the rent. That's where I met Jason. Even though we
were only roommates for three months, those few months were very
sexually charged. We also became roomies under a very strange set of
circumstances.

Jason was cute as hell, and became a pretty regular customer of my shift
at the porn store. He'd come in late at night (shortly after midnight,) and
get a raging hard on in his jeans as he walked around checking out
magazines and videos. Although he only looked at straight stuff, I
wondered about his sexuality because he always seemed to make an
effort to stand so I could see that he had a hard cock in his pants.

We had dancers at the store who did private shows for customers, and
Jason would usually come in just before the last dancer left for the night.
He'd ogle her as he shopped, and we (the dancers and I) came to the
conclusion that he was trying to get up the nerve to 'buy' a private show.
During all that time, Jason and I slowly became friendly. He began by
occasionally asking me if a certain movie or magazine was any good,
eventually getting to the point where he'd stand at the counter (with a stiff
cock in his pants) and chat with me for 15 or 20 minutes before making his
purchase.

We'd talk about everything from the weather to who we thought was the
hottest female porn star, and he'd usually work in a few comments (or
questions) about the dancers. He knew I was gay (I had several gay
friends who'd drop by and hang out occasionally) but it didn't seem to
bother him in the least, although we never discussed the subject.

One Friday night he came in about half toasted. It was the first time I'd
seen him glassy eyed, with booze on his breath, and the reason soon
revealed itself. He walked around the store, getting his regular boner,
then made his move and approached my dancer friend, Sarah, for a
private show. They disappeared into the small dancer's room, then thirty
minutes later he reappeared and shot out the door.

Sarah, being a good friend, came to the desk and gave me the full scoop.
Jason was into (and got off on) sexual humiliation. He'd asked Sarah to
dominate him and "order" him to do humiliating things. She'd made him
strip naked and crawl around on the floor like a dog, lick her feet and he
had cum (without even touching his cock) when she'd made him lie on his
back and spread his legs (like a whore!) and finger his asshole (cunt.)
Damn! I would have never guessed in a million years that the cute, clean
cut preppy guy that I saw 3 or 4 times a week got off on that type of play!

For the next few weeks, Jason came in every Friday night (when Sarah
worked late,) half looped and got a private show. She would always fill me
in on what they'd done and, even though I'm not into the humiliation scene,
hearing about what secretly got Jason off made me horny as hell. One
night, after he left, Sarah came to me with a request that absolutely
floored me. In his horny desire to be completely humiliated, he told Sarah
that he'd like to be ordered to suck another man's dick in front of her. He
was straight, and the thought of being forced (willingly forced) to do
something gay in front of a woman was so humliating to him that he
apparently fantasized about it constantly. Sarah asked if I would be willing
to be the guy!

Well, hell, even though I was uncomfortable with the idea of doing
something in front of Sarah, the thought of Jason (naked, on all fours)
sucking my dick was more than I could pass up. Smile. My immediate
thought was that we'd do it somewhere besides the store, but Sarah told
me that a big part of his humiliation would be having to walk out into the
store afterwards (with customers possibly suspecting he'd just sucked
another dude's dick.)

Jason had given Sarah his phone number, and we set up a time (when I
wasn't working) to live out his fantasy. I have to admit, I was embarrassed
as hell to walk into the store that day and go into the dancer's room. We'd
told the clerk on duty what was going on (he was gay, too,) and my face
turned VERY red when I walked in and he gave me a wide smile.

I sat in the dancer's room and waited while Sarah flirted with customers
and watched for Jason. My stomach was in knots by the time she finally
walked into the room with him by her side. By the way... since Jason and I
had become friendly, he had 'requested' that I be the guy. He was
obviously even more nervous than I was, but seemed to relax once Sarah
turned music on, 'took charge' and began barking orders at him. Smile.

Before long, Jason was completely naked and crawling around on the
floor following the orders he was being given. I was sitting in a chair (with
a boner from hell!) and she made him spread his ass in front of me and
say that he was a whore who wanted to have his cunt fucked with a big
cock. Damn! I didn't know whether to laugh or pull my dick out and jack
off!

Finally, she got around to the big moment. She asked him if he was a
'little gay boy' who liked to suck dick and he said no. She pushed him on
it, then told him that he was going to prove she was right by sucking my
dick. It wasn't long before he was kneeling in front of me, unzipping my
jeans. A couple minutes later, he was sucking my cock. She ridiculed him
the entire time, calling him names and saying she couldn't believe he was
sucking a cock when she had a nice, wet pussy right there. Eeeesh!

He ended up shooting his load under my chair, and my blowjob was
suddenly over. Damn! Even though he'd gotten off, she made him jack
my dick until I came (which didn't take long) then let him clean up and get
dressed. The big event was over. He quickly got dressed while I was
cleaning up, then shot out the door and was gone.

It was a couple weeks before he came in again (on my shift) and, at first,
acted as though nothing had happened between us. He'd do his usual
walking around with a hard on, which is when it suddenly occurred to me
that having another man see him with a stiff cock in his pants turned him
on (embarrassed and humiliated him.) Wow! That was a major
epiphany! That's when I realized that the main reason he came in was not
to buy porn, but to get his rocks off by having me look at him. That's also
when I started playing with him. Smile.

If one of my friends happened to drop by while he was there, we'd put our
heads together at the counter and talk about him while we watched him
shop. Knowing that two gay dudes were checking out his hard cock
turned him on like crazy, and it wasn't long before he began going further
with it. He'd stick a hand in his pocket and stroke his cock while he looked
at a magazine, occasionally glancing up to see if we were watching him
beat off in his pants. It was totaly humiliating to him, and it was hot as hell
to us!

One night, when it was just him and I, he did something that pushed our
game to the next level. Because he was so cute, he often got cruised by
gay customers. Since he was straight, he basically ignored them and
would just leave if anyone got too persistant. On this particular night, he
and I were in the store alone (very late... around 2am) when one of my
regular gay customers came in.

The guy was nice looking, had a thing for straight guys (like me!) and was
VERY aggressive. He started cruising Jason big time, following him
around the store and constantly trying to make eye contact with him, when
Jason suddenly quit trying to get away and let the guy approach him.
Jason was looking at a magazine, standing in profile to me, with the dude
standing at his other side. I watched them exchange a few short remarks
(which I couldn't hear,) when the dude reached over and put his hand on
Jason's bulging cock. Jason kept looking at the magazine while the dude
slowly rubbed his stiff dick, then finally glanced over and looked at me.
Seeing that I was watching, he hunched forward a little and groaned,
shooting in his pants. Damn! I nearly shot in my own pants! The dude
beside him kept rubbing his cock until Jason finished cumming, then said
something to him. Jason quickly put the magazine down and hit the door,
leaving the poor dude standing there with no idea as to what had just
happened. Smile.

The next time Jason came in (just a couple nights later,) he hung out at
the counter for a while and finally got up the nerve to ask me if we could
get together some time. I wasn't exactly sure what he had in mind, but I
said "sure."

On my next night off, Jason came over to the house and drank a few
beers before asking if I had any porn videos. When I started naming
straight movies, he asked if I had any gay tapes. I only had a couple, but
let him pick one out and, after several more beers, he was naked on the
floor in front of me, his legs in the air, jacking off while he fingered his ass.
I wanted to fuck him, but he wouldn't do it. He just wanted to get off by
humiliating himself in front of me. My response? Knock yourself out!

After several such events, Jason asked if I was looking for a roommate.
He moved in about a week later. Smile. Like I said, we only lived together
for three, short months but, oh, what months those were!

As a side note... some of his humiliation fantasies involved being
photographed while doing "dirty" things. Expect to see a few scanned
Polaroids in future stories about Jason!