"Ohhh, Anthony, stop." Ian moaned quietly. "Please, I'm getting close." Ian kept stroking his dick, imagining Anthony on his knees in front of him. It was his favorite fantasy. That didn't make him gay, did it? It's not like it would ever happen, just something to arouse him. And it worked well. Ian large dick came in loads, like a geyser. Ian's free hand gripped the edge of the bed, trying to keep still. Anthony was in the other room, sleeping. Ian didn't want to wake him up. It would be weird to have your best friend hear you masturbating. After the long ejaculation, Ian went to sleep, with a smile on his face.

Ian bobbed his head up and down, slurping and licking Anthony's cock. He looked up at the taller man with affection in his sky blue eyes, to see if he was enjoying it. Anthony tilted his head back, his deep chocolate brown eyes half opened. Ian took this as a yes, and worked harder, wanting his reward. The brown eyed stud looked down at the other, watching him suck his big dick. A tightening in his stomach showed up, and he knew he was ready to cum.

"Ian, I'm r—"Anthony started.

"I know, and I want it." Ian grinned. Then, he jammed forward and engulfed the whole thing. It blew Anthony's mind. Then—

Anthony woke up, sweating. He looked at the time. It was 10:00 in the morning. Crap, why had the alarm have to go off, he thought. He was having the best dream of his life, and didn't even get to end it. He got out of bed and noticed he had a hard-on. Shit, this is embarrassing. He walked to the closet, put on a shirt and pants, then walked out of the room. Ian was in the living room, watching some old sitcom on T.V.

"Hey Anthony, sleep well?" he asked as Anthony walked in the room.

"Eh, it was ok, had a nightmare." Anthony lied, sort of. It was a nightmare because he would think about it all day, having to sport a boner all day. It's a living hell, but in a good way. He sat down next to Ian on the couch, rubbing his eyes.

"You know, when people ask 'how did you sleep' you're supposed to repeat it. That's how it works." Ian said happily, completely ignoring what Anthony said about the nightmare.

"Ok, what you said." Anthony said, mocking Ian.

"Like a baby, or Anthony, whatever one cries less." Ian joked.

"Fuck you asshole."

"At least I have one."

"Touché." Anthony sighed in defeat.

"Hey Ant, what time is it?" Ian asked.

"Finding Twitter Questions, Finding Twitter Questions."

"No dick biscuit. It's time to get lunch. Today's Thursday." Ian said matter-of-factly.

"I was close." Anthony said.

As Anthony drove, Ian couldn't stop thinking about his fantasy. It was so hot. He looked over at Anthony and knew he had to act on it. I mean, if it's that hot in my mind, it has to be better in real life, Ian thought. Then he said it.

"Shit I left the camera at home." Ian said.

"Again! " Anthony said, kind of pissed. They had already left the house.

"I guess we have to go back to get it, right?"

"Not unless you don't want a video for next week." So Anthony turned around and drove home.

When they got there, Ian seized the moment. While Anthony had his back turned, he grabbed him by the shoulders and turned him around. Then there lips collided. Ian started walking towards the wall, Anthony's back pressing against it. They pushed their tongues together, Ian invading Anthony's mouth. Anthony opened his eyes, the cocoa color being filled with fear.

Anthony tried to push Ian away from him, but despite the large size difference, Ian was much stronger. He kept his body pushed into Anthony's, allowing no escape. Ian took his lips off of Anthony's for a second.

"Don't fight, it will make it worse. You know you're enjoying it, you slut." Ian growled in a deep voice. Anthony had to admit, the way he had said it was sexy. But that didn't take away from the fact that he was being raped by his best friend. And the slut remark. But before he could say anything about it, Ian moved forward again and their lips once again met. Anthony tried to keep his mouth shut to prevent access, but Ian found it as an invitation to play a game. He nibbled on Anthony's lower lip and sucked on it. Anthony couldn't hold it back anymore. He opened up his mouth and let out a deep moan. Ian then forced his tongue into Anthony's mouth. Ian's tongue danced with Anthony's. Then it went deep into Anthony's throat. Ian pulled out and smiled.

"That's not the only thing that will be going down your throat." Ian grinned devilishly. And with that, the beautiful blue eyed bastard pushed the scared sexy man onto his knees.

Ian was in heaven. He felt like he could do anything. And this was on the top of his list. He watched as he pushed his best friend onto his knees.

"Get rid of the belt." Ian commanded. Anthony did as he was told. "Now the pants." Again, Anthony obeyed. "Now the boxers." Now, Anthony hesitated.

"Worthless," Ian said to Anthony. Pissed off at Ian's remark, Anthony pulled down the boxers. "Good Bitch, you not completely useless." Ian grumbled. He looked down at Anthony, who looked completely frightened. "Well…"

Anthony looked at the monster, monsters, in front of him. Ian's dick was huge. And quite thick. That was one of the monsters in front of him. The other was his 'Best friend'. The bastard was raping him, after all their time together. He smiled up from above, waiting for Anthony to do the inevitable. Want kind of friend would do this.

"I'm waiting..." Ian huffed. So Anthony did what he was supposed to. He opened his mouth wide, and moved forward. It was so big; he could only get the head in. Anthony moved up and down, putting both hands on the dick, stroking as he sucked.

"Ugh, you're a good slut, aren't you? This isn't the first time you've sucked dick before, right, bitch." Ian moaned. Ian started pushing forward a bit, trying to get more into his friend's mouth. A few moments later, Ian started moaning.

"Anthony, Anthony, Anthony, I'm cumming." Ian gruffly moaned. Anthony's eyes opened wide as he heard the news. "And you're going to like it." Ian added. Ian pulled out of Anthony's mouth, and began to erupt. When the load was done, Anthony was relieved.

"You can get up now," Ian said, his voice returning to regular. Anthony looked up and saw that he had a camera in his hands.

"What's that?" Anthony asked, his jaw sore.

"A camera. I had it the whole time, even when we were in the car. Just to make sure you don't tell anyone about this business, I took some pics." He smiled devilishly. Anthony froze. He had just been raped and now he couldn't even tell anybody.

As Ian walked by, He passed Anthony and stopped. "You're my bitch now." Ian said, and ruffled Anthony's hair.

"Come on, we still need to film Lunchtime with Smosh." Ian said.