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Dirty Little Secret Ch. 01

By: JustPlainMerrie



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He knocked and opened the door. I knew he would be shocked and aroused. I knew he couldn't resist me. He closed the door and slowly walked to me. I continued to look away, smiling on the inside, waiting for his touch. When his fingers traced my arms, from my shoulders to my wrists, my body melted. My pussy trembled, dampness ensued. He slid his hands around my waist and pulled me close against his crotch. He was stiff and ready for my sweet young secret place. He grinded his groin into my back and I laughed, reminding him he was a one hundred miles away from the right spot. 

He told me to have patience and I broke away from him, turning and facing him. He was so handsome, so distinguished and had tender, experienced eyes. I looked over his strong muscular chest, ran my hands along his brawny arms, and lifted up on my toes to embrace him with a kiss. The bulge in his pants was apparent and he smiled at me with a pleading grin. I unfastened his belt, unbuttoned his pants and pulled down his zipper, making sure to press my palm into him as much as possible. I was driving him mad. 

Sitting down on the edge of my bed, with my long smooth legs spread wide open, he stood before me. His magnificent cock sprang forth from his boxers and I grinned. I had done this many times before. He loved stuffing his manly meat into my little wet mouth almost as much as I loved the feeling of it sliding over my tongue and hitting the back of my throat. I liked to tease his balls with my left hand, jerk him with my right and suck him deep down to his base. He liked to push my head down, probably thinking that I wouldn't deep throat him if he didn't. I don't mind, I like it rough. I like to be made to suck big, fat cocks like all good girls should. 

His cock grew harder and harder, his pre-cum danced about in the back of my throat, but he wasn't ready just yet. He pulled out of my wet mouth with an audible 'plop'. I looked up at him with a pout and he demanded me to scoot back and lay in the center of my bed. I loved laying there like that for him, completely exposed and sexy. I felt so grown up and desired. His eyes traveled the entire length of my body, blushing a little, but more so, I was soaking my thong. 

Without saying a word to me, he removed his pants and boxers completely and stripped out of his shirt. Standing naked and covered in manly hair, in the middle of my pink frilly room. I felt my cunny contract as his massive erection pointed in my direction. I knew what he wanted. He knew I wanted it too. Climbing on the bed he surprised me by not going directly for my little hungry snatch. He flung his leg over my chest and began to 69 me. Shoving his big, long cock down my throat, covering my nose with his balls he almost choked me! He sucked on my clit and lapped up my sweet nectar. He was getting my pussy ready for bigger, better things. We had done a lot of things but we had never done this before. Perhaps he just wanted to taste my sweet, tender vagina as he shoved his cock down my hot, wet throat. Whatever the case, it was oh so hot. Next he inserted a few fingers into my slippery cunt, and forced his cock deeper into my mouth. I could hardly breathe. I pushed his balls up away from my nose and tickled him there. His cock hardening at the touch of my small, soft finger tips, I could feel the drops of pre-cum dripping out. He was really turning me on; tasting his sperm always got me off very quickly. 

After he was satisfied with my moaning and squirming around underneath him, he lifted himself off of me and told me to get ready to be fucked. I continued to lie on my back, but placed my heel clad feet upon his broad shoulders. My pussy glistened with my juice and his saliva. I smiled up at him as he kneeled on the bed, wasting very little time stuffing me with his rock-hard dick. He felt so good sliding deep into my bare pussy. He liked it that way, and I did whatever he wanted because I wanted to satisfy his every need. As he pumped me slowly, I licked his tangy pre-cum from my lips. I loved tasting him while he fucked me. He watched himself pump in and out of me, each time sliding out with just a bit more cum coating it. 

I bit my lip so I wouldn't scream too loudly but that didn't help because I was born to fuck loud. I screamed his name out and his eyes got wide. He tried to hush me up, like he always did, but I knew no one would hear us. Even if my parents heard us they would just think I was masturbating or something and would leave me alone. At least I hoped they would. He continued to pump me with a vengeance. I knew he wouldn't last too much longer under these conditions, so I demanded that when he started to cum, to only shoot about half of it deep inside my pussy and then to pull out. I wanted him to shoot the remaining sperm anywhere he wanted, ending with me sucking and licking his cock clean. I loved to taste our combined juices straight from his large cock. I felt his dick get rock solid and his pumping slowed to his special speed, I knew he was about to unload deep inside so I squeezed my pussy tight, milking his cock. He started to shoot and I felt two spurts of hot, creamy cum hit me deep and then he pulled out. 

His cum had begun shooting out all over my pussy, my belly, and my small breasts. I sat up and allowed his last few strings of pearly cum to hit my face and my lips. Then I grabbed his long shaft and milked the rest of it out onto my tongue. He watched me closely as I sucked and licked our love off of his cock head. He didn't allow me to do that very long since he was very sensitive. He also wanted to limit his time in my bedroom, so not to get caught. He dressed and left me lying on my soft, frilly bed covered in his cum. 

Perhaps, by now, you're wondering who this mystery man was. It had all started the summer I turned 18, before my senior year of high school. My parents built the house we live in about seventeen years ago and have become very close friends with the neighbors on our street. Our neighbors to the left, Mike and Nancy, are about ten years older than my parents and never had any children of their own. They watched me and my little brother often, acting more as second parents than every day neighbors. Our neighbors to the right, Rob and Karen, are about the same age as my parents and have three girls. The oldest, Tiffany, is my age and also my best friend. She has two younger sisters about three years apart. Tiffany and I have been inseparable since we were toddlers. We do everything together, from shopping to sharing secrets. We spend a lot of time at each other's houses. We spend our days trying on clothes, swimming in her pool, or studying. Her parents are pretty wealthy, about the same as my own except both my father and mother are lawyers and her parents own some sort of pool business. Rob and Karen are way more laid back than my parents. They have their hopes set on me attending Harvard and her parents just want her to be happy. Tiffany is very pretty and gets good grades but sometimes her attitude gets her into trouble. She is totally opposite from me. I like to be quiet and keep to myself. I have dirty little secrets too, but I don't flaunt them around like she does. Guess it's just how I was raised.

Despite our parent's differences, they had become very close. Barbeques never happened without each other, Christenings, basketball games etc. We were one big happy family. Rob was a volunteer basketball coach at our school, and since I played, I saw him more often than I saw my own dad. Tiffany wasn't into extracurricular activities, unless they involved making out with boys, so often her dad would give me rides home after practice. Tiffany would be giving her own rides, if you know what I mean. She started exploring with sex at a very young age and was very sexually active by this point. I was shy; still a virgin even though I had had opportunities, the boys just seemed too immature for me. They would grope me in the movies, in the locker room or in the janitor's closet but I never stayed interested in them long enough to go all the way. One sunny afternoon, after stepping right out of the girls showers, Rob was there in the locker room waiting for me. His back towards me so I could have privacy, but I thought it was sort of weird. I grabbed the towel and wrapped it around me.

"Mr. Burke," I stammered. 

"Jennifer, are you dressed?" he asked.

"Yeah, I put a towel on. What are you doing in here?"

"I was wondering if you had made a choice on which position you wanted to take on next year so I thought I'd just wait here for you so I wouldn't forget to ask."

I knew he needed to, but this was still weird. Why didn't he just wait to ask me while we were in his SUV? 

"Oh, I think I would like to play a forward or wing position."

"Good choice Jennifer." 

This is where he was supposed to leave but he just sat there on the bench staring at me. I felt uncomfortable but he was "family" right? I starred back at him, wanting to ask him to leave but couldn't find the words. I sat down on the bench across from him, making sure to cross my legs, as I was still naked underneath that tiny white towel. The towel fell open a little, exposing my knee but I wasn't bothered, I wore skirts and shorts all the time so what was the harm?

"Jenny, do you have a boyfriend these days?" he calmly asked. I was puzzled. "I know that's an odd question to ask you, but I feel like we're close and I worry about you." 

What he should have been worried about was the fact that his very own daughter had been fucking the entire football team earlier that week. 

"Um, not right now Mr. Burke. They're all so....well, they're all little boys!" I laughed. 

He smiled at me just then, actually I should say he smiled at my knee. As if he was waiting for my towel to pop open and reveal everything to him. Little did I know that that's precisely what he had been thinking. He squirmed a little on the bench and I noticed a lump in his pants. Oh. My God! I was turning him on. A grown man was getting hot just by looking at me! My face flushed a bit, I was after all innocent, well practically. 

"Um, Mr. Burke, shouldn't we be getting home? I need to get changed..." I said with a shy smile.

"Oh, of course, what was I thinking? I'll just be in my office gathering my things. Meet me there and I'll give you a ride home," he stammered. I felt a familiar tingle between my legs and thought that I shouldn't be feeling turned on by a man that was twenty-five years older than me! He was hot though, so how could I resist? I dropped the towel and glanced down at my closely trimmed cunny. It was glistening and my clit protruded out a bit. My nipples were also hard and I caressed them some before getting dressed. I changed into my tight, cotton, black mini-skirt and an equally tight, white midriff blouse. As a rule, I never wore a bra. My breasts were small anyhow so what difference would it make? I knew my nipples would show but I acted like I didn't notice. This is just one of my dirty, little secrets. 

Rob was sitting behind his desk finishing up some of his paperwork. I skipped in and told him I was ready to go. He dropped his jaw when he looked up at me. I smiled at him and urged him to come on. 

"Little girl, are you aware that you are violating several of this schools dress codes?" He spoke with an authoritative voice but I could tell he was holding a grin back.

"Oh Mr. Burke, it's after school hours. Besides, it's still technically summer and I don't recall there being any dress codes for summer.

"Well Jenny, you've got me there. You know, you're getting too old to call me Mr. Burke. You should call me Rob." 

"Even here at school"?

"It's ok as long as there isn't anyone else around. I wouldn't want anyone getting the wrong idea." He spoke very clearly but never let his eyes wander away from my body. I leaned against the door frame and stretched my arms up high.

"I'm so sore. You made us practice too hard." I pouted. I was beginning to like this new-found power over this man. I was starting to find him very sexy. It was like some primal force was taking over my logical frame of mind. 

Then he stood up with a very noticeable hard on and started to walk towards me. I stared straight at it in awe. I giggled when he noticed me looking.

"Uh, sorry, I'm so embarrassed. He has a mind of his own you know." He stood directly in front of me, eyeing my hard nipples through my thin shirt. 

"It's ok, I'm not offended. In fact, I'm flattered! Such a handsome guy like yourself getting a hard on by some gangly girl like me is very exciting."

"You're very pretty Jenny. Don't put yourself down like that. Tiff is so confident of herself, I'm not used to hearing a cute girl put herself down." He paused in the silence. The air was filled with pheromones and the slight aroma of pussy. If I could smell it, I knew he could too. "Come here, let me massage your shoulders and back. You don't deserve to be so tense because of me." 

Rob took his big, strong hands and rubbed my neck and shoulders. I must have had pussy juice dripping down my legs by this point. I was beginning to relax but could only think of Tiffany. Here I was having impure thoughts of her father. The man that takes really good care of her, a married man for that matter, one who is dedicated to his wife and family. I was starting to let logic take over my yearning, when his hands traveled down to my ass. I jumped! I was startled and I stepped across the office, starring at the floor. I felt so embarrassed and a little frightened. 

"Jennifer, I'm so sorry. I'm so very sorry. I'll never let that happen again sweetheart. You've blossomed into such a sexy, young lady and I just, well there isn't any excuse for my behavior. Can you please forgive me darling?" He pleaded. All I could muster up was a simple, small nod of agreement. I was really feeling ashamed about all of this and didn't know how I could be around Tiffany and her family anymore. I didn't speak a word for the entire drive home. He kept both hands on the wheel and I starred out the passenger window. What had I been thinking, turning on a married man who was so much older than me? It was as if I had an out-of-body experience! The drive home was so awkward and felt so much longer than usual. What if he told my parents that I acted like a little slut towards him? What would they think of me, their innocent little high school daughter? I was beginning to panic and sweat.

Rob looked over at me and sensed that I was freaking out. 

"I don't know what came over me back there honey. Sometimes little Rob takes over big Rob's mind if you know what I mean. Did you think I was going to hurt you or something? You look so freaked out."

"No, uh, I don't know, maybe." I stuttered. 

"Sweetheart no, I would never hurt you. You mean too much to me. You are such a good influence for Tiff and such an important asset to the team. Please, can I do anything to ease your mind?"

"I'm not sure. I mean, I was just as bad. It wasn't entirely your fault. Something took over me as well. Are you going to tell my parents?"

The look he gave me just then was a look of surprise. I guess he thought he was only to blame and was thinking that I was going to out him to his wife and family. He probably thought that my dad was going to kill him! Then he looked relieved. 

"Jenny, I think we can still be close friends after all this don't you? You can still hang out with Tiff at our house and not give this little secret away, right? If you keep this secret from everyone, especially Tiffany, I will keep this secret from your parents and everyone else in kind. I can't help but find you attractive, I mean look at you. I can, and will however, control myself. This is my vow to you sweetheart." I felt a lot better just knowing that he wasn't going to tell anyone about my naughty behavior. What surprised me though is that I was feeling that tingle between my legs again.

Over the next few weeks I avoided going over to Tiffany's house by doing lots of me time and chores around my house. I thought of him every minute of every day. I thought of him as I lied in bed gently caressing my pussy. I cried some because of the ache that was deep inside of me, hurting me. I needed his cock and I felt so guilty about thinking of him in this way. I only saw him during basketball practice, which was pretty weird, and I avoided taking rides home with him. I had some of the other girls on the team drop me off each time. In addition, my parents were very pleased with my new-found love of the vacuum and how mature I had seemed by staying inside instead of "causing trouble", as they always said, around town. Unfortunately, Tiffany was getting pissed. She thought I didn't want to be around her anymore and when I lied to her by telling her I just wanted to spend more time with my family, she sighed and demanded that I come over and spend the weekend with her. My parents were elated because they had wanted to get away for a weekend, one last hoorah before I started back to school again.

When I arrived, everything looked the same as it always had. Seventeen years and you'd think they'd buy a new couch or something, geesh! She squealed with delight as she welcomed me in, like she hadn't seen me in a long time. We rushed upstairs to put my things away, it didn't seem like Rob was home and I relaxed a little.

"Jen, let's go get some sun. We don't have long before school starts and I want to look sizzling hot!"

"You already look hot Tiffany" I said with a laugh. We changed into our suits, together in the room. I was used to being naked around other girls because of the showers in the gym at school so it didn't really faze me much. We had been naked together countless times before, we had even tasted each other, just to compare. That was a hot day but only happened the one time about two years prior. This time however, she starred at my body a little too long.

"What's up? You a lezzy now?" I joked.

"Girl, shut up! I was just thinking that you would be way hotter without any tan lines at all. You notice that I don't have any right? I go out to the pool and listen to my iPod every morning. Did you know that about me?"

"No, I didn't know that. What if someone saw you girl? Wouldn't you be embarrassed?"

"Nope, your dad has seen me before." 

"What?" I was in dismay. My father had seen her naked?

"Oh yeah, he's seen me a bunch of times. I guess we just keep running into each other. Only thing is, I go out and do it at the same time every single day. I guess he likes running into me". She laughed and grabbed my arm. 

"Come on; let's get out there before the sun goes down!"

We ran down her stairs, totally naked, her breasts were a little bigger than mine and they bounced all the way down. I never felt so cold and nervous in my life. This girl was crazy but she was my best friend and what could I do? When we got out to the pool, we pulled two of the lounge chairs together and laid on our backs first. She handed me one ear bud from her iPod and we listened to some music. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the hot, relaxing sun beating down on my naked body. She was right, tan lines were ugly. I felt comfortable in the fact that her parents were both at work and wouldn't be home for hours. Or so I thought.

"Young lady, would you kindly put some clothes on please?"

"But daddy, we don't want any icky tan lines!" she pouted. I just sat there with my small towel barely covering myself. I was so embarrassed but a little turned on.

"Jennifer, it's lovely to see you around here again. I hear you'll be spending the weekend with us." I couldn't speak. I smiled up at him then looked away. He had just seen me completely naked. I wondered frantically how long he had been standing there.


Dirty Little Secret Ch. 01



"Hussshhhhh" I sighed as I got out of the shower.

I had just come back from college, and after a long day of boring lectures and random doodling on the back of my notebook, I had come home and I needed a hot shower to recharge my batteries. With a towel wrapped around my body and little drops of water still trickling down my legs to my ankle, I walked over to the dressing table. 

I picked up the bottle of hair conditioner and started applying it over my hair. I, then picked up the bottle of body lotion and squeezed out a couple of drops of the lotion on my right palm and then started applying it over my face and hands.

As I was prepping myself, my cell phone on the side table rang loudly. I usually keep the volume low when I am confined spaces such as my home or college, but I had kept the volume at high when I was riding back home. I had forgotten to keep the volume low and now I had ended up getting startled from that shrieking ring.

I walked over to the side table and picked up my cell. I saw the name "Dad" on the screen.

"Hi Dad" I said after hitting the receive button.

"Hi Neha beta...what are you doing?" My dad asked me.

"Nothing dad...just came back from college a while ago, took a shower and now I am relaxing." I replied.

"Hmmm....Your mother and I have just landed at Jabalpur and now we are going to board the bus to our village." He said.

"Ohh...how was the flight." I asked.

"It was alright...it shook when we took off...and shook again when we landed...and in between I didn't even feel I was moving." He replied. My dad had a very dry, sarcastic sense of humor. Some would say it was annoying but if you knew my dad very well...you knew how he was like and knew this was the best he could do.

"Hehe...how is mom?" I asked.

"She is alright...she has already boarded the bus and I thought that I should check up on you before I got on it too." He replied.

"What are you going to do for the rest of the evening?" he asked.

"Haven't made any plans...but I think I will go out with friends." I replied.

"Hmmm...you inform me where and with whom you are going before leaving. You are going to send me the cell numbers of the friends you are going with. Is that understood?" He said, sounding like a drill sergeant.

"Yes Dad." I meekly replied.

"What are the three rules?" He asked.

"No boys....No late night...No parties..." I replied like a parrot.

"Good...I am going to board the bus now...you follow the rule and have fun, Alright?"

"Yeah Dad." I replied like an obedient student but at the same time was trying to co relate how one could have fun while following the rules or was it just a sneak peak of my father's dead humor?

The call was disconnected and went back to pampering my body with all the cosmetics. I untied the towel around my body and threw it on the bed. I could now see my naked body in the mirror in front of which I was standing. God had been kind to me. 

I have what one would call a smoking hot body. I have a very cute, innocent girl next door face which was enough to grab any man's attention. But what was even better lay beneath the layer of clothing. 

I have a flawless fair skin, shoulder long auburn hair, a long slender neck which rests on my shoulders, a flat stomach around which is a petit waist with a little baby fat. The waist give way to a wider hip which accommodated a butt which would make my regular size jeans tight. But the highlight of my body were my breasts or as the word goes....bazoongas! 

The magnificent 36 C's which rested on my chest are the one's that I am very proud of. They are perfect! Tear drop shaped with chocolate brown nipples crowning them and the icing on the cake was the black beauty spot which was just above my left nipple.

Now now...One might think that I am bragging about my body. Yes I am! Why should I be modest when I know what I possess? But the only person to have seen my body was me. No one could fathom the size of my breasts over my clothes which were always a couple sizes bigger. My parents always bought me over sized clothes and if I went for shopping, the clothes I bought were thoroughly inspected by my mother.

Now one might think that my parents are like FBI & CIA but I don't blame them. I live in a city which is not exactly known or woman's safety and the fact that my parents knew what their daughter had grown into. 

I had started developing early and now at 18 years of age, my body had fully matured. I have been the center of male attraction on several accounts whether it is at college functions, weddings, festivals etc. and my parents know that. 

My parents were aware of the lecherous stares that not just boys my age gave me but men who were much older would give me. 

So, my parents kept a tight leash on me. My life was limited to home, college, classes. I did have a large, active friend circle which consisted of girl only and which was encouraged by my parents; going out with my friends was an occasional event and which would end by 9 p.m at the latest. 

It's not that my parents were medieval minded. I had what every college kid wants, a smart phone, a laptop, a scooter and all other accessories. My parents are like the Chinese government, offering prosperity to its subjects but at the same time, tightly regulating their life.

Even though my modest dressing hid the curves of my body, my face was enough to keep a string of boys running behind me. The conservative girl inside me didn't like that but at the same time the sexually oppressed girl in me wanted it. The only person to have had a feel of my breasts was my boyfriend, Parikshit. 

Parikshit and I are very much alike. From the looks, Parikshit came of as an innocent young man who had good grades and was reasonably good at sports and other extra curricular activities. He was neither a jock nor a geek. He was an in betweener. That's exactly what us together and the only people aware of our relationship were a couple of our best friends.

Parikshit and I are like any other college couple. We would hang out with friends in college, go to movies with friends and in general always had company and with my restricted life style, we had very little alone time for ourselves. And occasionally when we were alone, our deceiving innocence would vanish and give way to the perverseness of a teenaged couple. 

A furious round of kissing, necking and fondling would ensue. But the action was limited to over clothes only. The moment his hands went under my shirt, I would slap it away. The fear of my parents knowing this was too great to allow me to push the boundaries of our relationship. So, in all, I am a virgin having a wild fantasy like any other girl my age.

I moved to the closet and took out a T shirt & a pair of panties. I wasn't in the mood to go out anymore so the T-shirt & there was no one in the house so only the panties. After dressing up, I went around doing my chores like cleaning my room, doing the laundry. 

After a while, my cell phone started ringing and I knew that it was my dad calling. I went to my room and picked up the cell phone and swiped my hands across the screen to connect the call.

"Neha...I called you to tell you that if you need anything, then call Vijay and Vimal, okay?" I dad said.

"Yeah... Dad." I said.

"Ya...and also, there is an envelope in my cupboard that I want you to give it to our neighbors. It is their letter that had come yesterday but I forgot to give them."

"Okay Dad." I said before my father disconnected the call.

Vijay is my father's cousin and Vimal is his wife. They live 6 houses down the street. They are my favorite uncle and aunt. They are the exact opposites of my parents. Vijay uncle is a 44 year old, free spirited, young at heart, chilled out guy and Vimal aunty is the charming, sophisticated, young mind. I have always gotten along with them. As a child, they would take me to amusement parks, fast food joints, and ice cream parlors. As I grew up, they treated me as mature, responsible girl.

I call them by their first names which they themselves asked me to do as they didn't want a formal relationship to exist between us. Vijay was the cool guy to whom I could talk about anything without being judged and Vimal instilled in me the elegance and poise that a young beautiful of my age should have. She also taught me a lot about fashion but my conservative parents wouldn't allow that.

I went to my parent's room to get the letter that he had told me about. I thought about giving the letter to my neighbors while on the way to the super mart. I opened my dad's closet and opened the drawer. I looked inside as my hands moved around searching for the envelope. After looking through the drawer, I check next; just to find nothing. I tried to call him and ask him where he had kept the envelope but his phone was out or coverage area. So now I had the task of checking his entire closet for that letter.

I started looking around in the closet, tossing and turning his clothes and other stuff to look for the envelope. All of a sudden, something fell from the closet on the floor. I looked down on the floor and saw a object which looked like a book or at least it sounded like one when it fell.

I bent down and picked it up and was absolutely shocked when I realized what it was. It wasn't a book, it was a magazine and that too a dirty one. I turned it over to see the cover. It was a playboy magazine, dating back a couple of years. 

My curiosity got the better of me and instead of looking for the envelope; I ran back to my room and sat on my bed.

I opened my magazine and started flipping the pages. The magazine was filled with beautiful women with big breasts. Each model was wearing skimpy clothes at the beginning of the illustration and would gradually get undressed at the end.

As I kept flipping through the pages, I came across a double page. I flipped it over and it spread across. I turned the magazine to see a picture of a blond woman with big breasts, lying on the bed with her legs spread. The fingers of her left hand were on her pussy and her right hand was squeezing her right breast.

The pictures and the dialogues were enough grabbed my interest and I could feel my panties getting wet. My breathing got heavier and my left hand was soon lightly squeezing my left breast.

I felt a little guilty about all this but those thoughts went straight to the back of my mind as I continued checking out the magazine. There were pictures of two women, naked on a bed, kissing, caressing each other's bodies and the words described their long love making session. 

The more I read, the more I got turned on and gently my hand was under my panties and was stroking my clit.

On occasions I had thought how it would feel to me made love to by a woman; it would definitely be better gentler than a man who is always grabbing my tits and sticking his fingers inside me. Now this was confusing! I had never thought about being with another woman but the idea intrigued me but I also liked big cocks. I started wondering about my sexuality.

Forget it, I thought to myself, I was still young and learning, so just enjoy whatever happens, and by now my panties were definitely getting wetter. My fingers strayed inside my panties, now, and I began to enjoy my body as I looked at the pictures and read the words.

I caressed the little tufts of trimmed hair above my cunt lips, I felt the wetness of my juices on my fingers and felt my clit become rock hard to my own touch. My God, this is so good, so naughty, but I didn't care, I was all alone and could do this all night if I wanted to!

I rubbed some more, my fingers slid into my body and, eventually, the magazine fell from my hand and my eyes gently closed. Still I rubbed, my knees now bent up, and my imagination running wild. This was good, this was great, this was sending shivers all round my body and I was not going to stop.

"Hello Neha...don't stop." He said. 

My eyes shot open and my fingers stopped moving the moment I realized whose voice it was. It was Vijay, my uncle! I immediately tried to get off the bed but he stopped me.

"No...No Neha. Stay there and continue what you were doing." Vijay said as he stood at the door, lecherously smiling at me, his eyes sliding up and down my body.

In the heat of the moment, I did not hear him arrive. He must have come inside as there is a spare key of my house with him and as he knew the way around the house very well, he must have sneaked up without any noise.

I was confused at his reaction but also frightened about him telling my parents. That would be the end of days for me. My parents would kill me! They would discipline me even more if they knew that I was pleasuring myself. 

The thought would be absolutely disgusting to them. The thought that his daughter was playing with herself using his hidden magazine would drive my father insane "I am sorry...I am sorry..Uncle" I said, trying to hide my embarrassment.

"I..I didn't..I didn't hear you come in and...ohh god! I said as I trembled. My face was red with embarrassment and not knowing what to say or what to do. All the while, Vijay just stood there, smiling, staring at my body.

"Please...Please don't tell my father...he would kill..." I said before being interrupted by Vijay.

"It's okay...It's okay Neha. Don't worry, I will not tell your father." He said, still smiling as pleasantly as if nothing had happened.

"I will not tell you parents, promise! But I want you to continue with what you were doing, just as you were doing before and your secret will be safe with me. Lie down on the bed and continue." He said.

Oh my god...is this real? I thought to my self. Even if his was real, how embarrassing this was. My uncle, my father's cousin asking me to finger myself as he watched!

I was left with no choice. The condition was that he wouldn't tell me parents if I continued playing with myself and I didn't want to risk going the other way round.

As I thought about it, Vijay always had interest in me. He would get me up for dancing at weddings or family parties. He would take pictures of me in cute dresses, he would always smile and joke at me. But that was 3-4 years ago and now he was standing at my bedroom door, watching me finger myself in just a T shirt and a panty.

Vijay was here...but what about Vimal. I always had great respect for Aunt Vimal. She was a very attractive lady and very wise too. I remembered her telling me that not to worry about Vijay, he is a nice man. Both would always praise my beauty and tell me that I was a pleasure having me in the family.

I remembered one particular thing that Vimal told me a few years ago. She said, "Neha, good things come to those who are patient" and squeezed my hand and gave a light peck on my cheek. That squeeze and peck gave me goose bumps. What did she mean by that sentence?

By now, though, I had forgotten all about it and this happened a couple of years ago. Right now, Vijay, my uncle was standing in front of me and asking me to masturbate!

"Where is Vimal?" I asked, trying to play for time. But that had no effect on Vijay as he carried on smiling.

"Don't worry about you aunt. Just do what I tell you to. Don't forget, I don't want to tell your father about this." He said as he moved inside the bedroom, staring at me like I had never seen before. He was staring at me as if he was checking every curve on my body, nodding his head towards my fingers.

Oh God, there is no alternative, I thought, and I closed my eyes and gingerly moved my fingers down to my panties again. For the first time ever, a man was watching me, my own uncle for God's sake, but although it was totally embarrassing, and frightening, I found that by gently caressing my little panties, knowing that a much older, experienced man was watching me turned me on!

The exciting thrills worming around my body seemed to increase two-fold. Could this be right? What was happening? My inexperienced mind couldn't take in how this unbelievable scenario was unfolding before me, and I was just swept along in a sea of eroticism and youthful submission. Oh my goodness, what a situation to be in!

From having a quiet evening all by myself, I was suddenly caressing my pussy in front of my uncle, dressed only in my tiny underwear & a loose T shirt. I carried on caressing myself, and the wonderful feelings were slowly returning and surging up inside my body once more.

I tried to forget about Vijay, who was standing no more than a few feet from me but I heard rustling and partially opened my eyes trying to take a furtive glance. 

Oh my God! He had taken his shirt off and, now, Vijay was undoing his trousers. He was still a tall, fit and a muscular man but what in hell was going on. I endured a mixture of horror and excitement at what I suddenly had to endure.

"Take off you T shirt Neha." He said calmly but firmly.

The momentum had increased and I couldn't take my hand of my pussy. I was perplexed but I mentally fought my feelings and thought that obedience was the best way out of this.

I slipped my hand out of my panty and grabbed the fringes of my T shirt and started pulling it over my head. I pulled the shirt over my body and threw it away. My wonderful, bra less tits were now in the open.

I heard Vijay gasp on seeing my breasts and I felt my firm boobs suddenly judder and my nipples become rock hard in a second. Vijay had seen my soft boobs for the first time; in fact he was the only person ever to see my boobs.

With no further instructions, I slipped my hand back inside my panties and started flicking my clit. I closed my eyes as a wave of pleasure swept over me and continued fingering my self furiously. After a few moments, I tried to open my eyes to see what was happening. Through my half open eyes I saw Vijay taken down his underwear and his cock sprung out.

Ohh my god! I thought as I saw Vijay's frightening cock.

I hadn't seen many cocks fully hard in my young life, and this was definitely the biggest I had ever seen. It was thick and long and all I could do was gaze in wonderment at the big thing that Vijay had between his legs, I stared into his eyes. My fingers seemed to increase the pressure on my pussy quite without effort!

"What are you doing uncle?" I said as I saw Vijay grabbing his cock and started jerking it.

"We shouldn't be doing this! Please, let's stop!" I pleaded, trying to get out of the situation.

"Well...you are speaking one thing and doing another." He replied as he stared at my crotch. I immediately looked down and saw that I was still fingering my self, my fingers deep inside my pussy.

That killed any argument I could do. Now there was no way out. I laid back and continued doing what I was doing where as Vijay continued with what he was doing. A few minutes passed by without a word being spoken between us. We were both staring into each other's eyes, furiously jerking our own private parts.

As the masturbation continued, the fear of my parents being told about this by Vijay was gone as now he too was an active participant in this exciting new game that was being played. As I got even more excited, I started squeezing my left tit with my left hand and occasionally started pinching my nipples.

"Aaahh....ummm..." I sighed, trying to muffle my moans under embarrassment but failed miserably.

I watched Vijay stroke his cock as he stood by the bed, a couple of feet away from me. I couldn't take my eyes of his cock as I was fascinated and astonished at the same time. My whole body started shaking as my nerves tingled. I opened my legs wider and my fingers went deeper inside my pussy.

The silence continued but Vijay smiled at me. His smile was lecherous but at the same time assuring that everything was okay. I smiled back at him and now it was sealed. 




Dirty Little Secret Ch. 01



The bond had changed and we were no longer just an uncle and a niece. The bond had morphed into something different. It was a bond between two people who shared a very perverse, vulgar act such as masturbating in front of each other.

I couldn't believe how beautiful and filthy a cock could look as it was being stroked repeatedly by its owner. It looked like a thick cucumber that jutted out of his legs, its thick veins jutting out and its mushroom like head poking out of the foreskin.

"Sit on the edge of the bed Neha. C'mon, sit on the edge but don't stop what you are doing." He commanded.

I was completely struck and obeyed him without question. The shock of being caught had worn off and as if in a trance, I shuffled my teenage body over to the edge of the bed, all the while fingering myself.

As I sat on the edge, Vijay came in front of me and caressed my hair with his left hand. I looked up at him and smiled. He stroked my hair a couple of times and then gently slid his hands down to grab my large supple breast.

"Ohh...Neha...you are so beautiful...you look so delicious." He moaned as he pinched my right nipple. His touch was so wonderful, squeezing my boobs with his experienced hands. He grabbed my other breast and meted out the same treatment that he gave the other one.

His cock was just a couple of inches away from my lips. The musky smell emanating from his cock was driving me crazy. I had a good idea of what was coming next. Even though my practical knowledge of sex was almost nothing, the world of open social media, sexual innuendo filed movies and songs and an equally curious group of friends had given me enough knowledge about sex.

And I was right, when Vijay said, "Suck my cock Neha...c'mon...Suck it." He grabbed the back of my head and pulled me closer to his cock till a point that I had no choice but to open my mouth.

I opened my mouth in a little 'O' formation as the cock head touched my lips and as it went in further, the 'O' formation got bigger. The cock inched inside my mouth, first the head, then the shaft.

"There's a good girl Nehaaa..." Vijay moaned as I automatically started swirling my tongue around his cock. From reading and hearing about this to now doing it myself, I relished his cock.

The cock felt so good inside my mouth, as if it was meant to be there. The musky, pungent smell of the cock was far from revolting as I had previously thought; in fact it was deeply arousing. The tangy, salty tastes of the juices oozing out of his cock were mind blowing.

I looked up at Vijay as his cock slid back and forth between my lips. The experience was so good, so taboo...so adult like. Vijay held my head with his right hand while his left hand was caressing my shapely boobs, the soft skin on my face, under my chin as he gently kept pumping his cock into my mouth, enjoying the sensation of having his sexy niece between his legs for the first time, sucking on his man meat.

"Is this your first time? Is this the first time you are sucking a cock?" He asked. I nodded my head, 'yes' as I took his cock deeper inside my mouth.

"You are very good for a first timer...Ohhh...you feel so good Neha." He moaned as he squeezed my left breast. I felt so strong, so mature when he said that but all I could do was look at him and smile awkwardly with his cock still in my mouth.

Of course, I could have screamed at him at the very beginning but he sort of blackmailed me into doing this and now I was sucking his cock, completely naked, with just a thin, wet, sticky panty which had been tucked aside and the pussy beneath was being fingered by me.

I was glad that I had stayed back to 'face the consequences', and what consequences! The sucking by now had gotten frantic and so had the fingering. Vijay was holding my head much firmer and I was sucking his cock deeper.

My moans grew in volume but were muffled by the thickness of his cock which felt wonderful. My orgasm was fast approaching and I had never felt like this before. Sure, I had masturbated before and had a self triggered orgasm before but this was nothing like it.

"Mmmmpphhff....Ummmm..." I moaned as my body started shuddering to a massive orgasm. Vijay let go off me but my teeth accidently brushed his sensitive cock head on its way out and he moaned.

I just collapsed on the bed, my fingers still working on my pussy as the orgasmic tsunami crashed on me. The biggest, longest and the most satisfying orgasm of my life was being experience by me. 

I writhe and shivered as the orgasm just didn't seem to stop. The pleasure was so overwhelming that a moan couldn't get out of my open mouth. I felt I was paralyzed!

My body calmed down after a while and my breathing got shallower. I opened my eyes to see that Vijay was now on the bed, kneeling next to me. His face was a couple of feet above me.

"Are you okay baby?" He asked. I just nodded. My mind was still reeling from that orgasm and it just couldn't come up with words to utter. He grabbed my hand and pulled me up. I was now back to sitting on the edge and Vijay was now kneeling in front of me.

He dug his fingers inside the elastic of my panties and pulled on them. I placed my hands on the bed and gently raised my ass. Vijay slowly slid my soaked panties down my legs and dropped them on the floor.

As my panties were yanked over my feet, I instinctively spread my legs. My pussy was on display as I shamelessly showed it to my uncle. He gently cupped my pussy and gently rubbed his palm over it a couple of times.

He sat on the bed next to me and placed my right leg over his thigh. He caressed my thigh for a few minutes before going back to rubbing my pussy. After a while he turned his attention to my boobs. He cupped my jugs with his hands and gave them a hard squeeze.

"Aaiii..." I squirmed as he massaged my boobs. He brought his head over my chest and licked my collar bone. He sucked on them a couple of times before moving around my chest, gently kissing all over. He grabbed my right breast with his hands and raised it gently. 

He kissed the upper side of the breast before slowly kissing his way to the center. He licked the circumference of my chocolate colored areola a few times before latching his mouth over my nipple.

I threw my head back and moaned; my eyes still closed in ecstasy. I had never experienced any thing like this before and I was thoroughly enjoying it. This was my first time. Though it wasn't with the kind of person I thought it would be but Vijay was treating my body exactly like I had imagined it would be.

In his expert hands, I was no longer a girl but a woman. He was worshipping my body, just the way it deserved! I was being made love to by a man who must have been having sex even before I was born and was making me feel that I wasn't stranger to all this.

In the throes of ecstasy, I moved my right leg up his thigh and his cock rubbed against my shin. I looked at it and it was still very hard, glistening from his juices and my saliva, resting against his abdomen. 

I had felt it in my mouth but now I wanted to feel it in my hand. I turned my body a little and grabbed his cock with my right hand. I was holding a hard cock for the first time in my life and if it was some other time or another person, I wouldn't have known what to do. But I had seen Vijay stroking his cock a short while ago and I just instinctively started jerking it.

Vijay stopped sucking my breast and looked at me. I smiled sheepishly but continued jerking his cock. Vijay smiled back at me and brought his lips closer to mine. I lunged at him and latched my lips over his. All this wasn't feeling weird anymore. Kissing Vijay felt as natural as I felt while kissing my boyfriend.

There was no sense of embarrassment or awkwardness I felt, kissing a man who was more than twice my age and who was related to me. In fact, it felt wonderful as his rough lips munched on mine and his tongue swirled around my tongue.

Vijay broke the kiss but the mutual staring continued. All the while, I had been jerking his cock and he had been squeezing my boobs. Vijay then dragged his right hand down and flicked my clit with his thick fingers before inserting a couple of them inside my pussy. I gasped as Vijay fingered my pussy with his two fingers and flicked my clit with his thumb. 

I started jerking his cock vigorously as he similarly fingered me. The game had now taken a new turn. From stroking our own privates we were now mutually masturbating! The stare game continued as we kept stroking each other. I momentarily let go off his cock and grabbed my right breast with my right hand and pulled his mouth closer with my left hand.

Vijay immediately opened his mouth as I gently fed him my breast and his mouth locked on to my nipple like a sucker fish. As the sucking resumed, my right hand was back to where it had left; jerking his cock.

I was soon moaning and sighing as Vijay mounted a dual assault on my delicate area. The fingering and breast sucking got me panting and moaning and I realized that I was going to have another mind shattering orgasm. I braced myself for it to knock me down and jerked his cock even more furiously. Vijay was moaning as well and fingering me deeper and harder.

A couple of strokes later, I screamed at the top of my voice and arched my back as the orgasm hit me. 

"Aahhaaaa....Aaahh" I screamed and collapsed on the bed. I sighed as the orgasm ended and I was back to my senses. I opened my eyes to see Vijay kneeling next to me on the bed, stroking his cock vigorously.

His eyes were closed and his head was thrown back. He was panting and moaning more than he had the entire evening. His cock made slick noises as the foreskin slipped back and forth rapidly over his cock head. His massive balls swung back and forth as Vijay hand pulled on his cock vigorously.

He moved closer to my head and continued jerking off. His body started shivering after which I realized that he was now approaching his orgasm. I had never seen a man cum before and didn't know what to expect but a second later I experienced what a male orgasm was!

"Aaahhh....Aaaooohhh..." Vijay screamed as his cock started spurting thick loads of cum all over me. "Heyy...what the..." I shrieked as jets of his cum hit my face. I turned my face the other way but by then, 2 large globs had already hit my face, one right in the eye and the other one on my lips. 

Even though I had turned my face the other way, my body wasn't spared from the cum shower. Streaks of cum littered my upper my body. There was some on my breasts, my collar and some on my neck.

"Whaaaoooo" Vijay moaned as he sat next to me. His cock was sticky wet and now visibly shrinking. 

"Ha ha ha ha ...sorry for that...just couldn't control." He said as he moved off the bed.

"Where is the towel?" He asked, trying to look for it.

"It is in my closet." I said as I too sat up.

He walked over to my closet, opened it up and grabbed a towel. He came closer to me and sat next to me. He thoroughly wiped my face with a towel before moving over to wipe my breasts. 

"Are you wiping them or polishing them?" I asked as Vijay was spending a little too much time wiping the cum off my breasts.

"He he he..." he laughed and stopped the wiping. He then wiped his cock with the towel and threw it on the floor. He got up and picked up his clothes and started getting dressed.

I too got off the bed and picked up my T shirt which was lying near the pillow. I wore it and walked over to the other side of my bed to look for my panties. It was lying near the foot of the bed. 

I picked it up to find that it was very wet. I decided to wear a fresh pair and threw them on the cum covered towel lying on the floor.

I walked over to my closet and started looking for a pair of panties. As I was busy retrieving the panties, I felt a hand on my ass. I turned around to see Vijay standing behind me, his eyes as well as his right hand on my ass.

He looked up at me and smiled. I smiled back at him and bent a little, jutting my ass out to him. He fondled my ass for a few moments before I straightened up and took the panties out of the closet. I wore the panties and saw that Vijay was now fully dressed and ready to leave.

I walked up to him and stood right in front of him. I averted my eyes from him; I just couldn't look up to him. After doing what I had done with him minutes ago, I was now behaving like a shy girl. 

"So....uhmm" Vijay spoke. My sudden shy behavior had made him awkward.

"This was nice Neha." He spoke again, trying to find the right words to justify making love to his 18 year old niece.

"Hmmm..." I said as I looked up to him and smiled. Without saying another word, Vijay turned around and started walking out of my room.

He stopped at the door, turned back to face me and said, "Neha...don't worry about today. I will not tell anyone about this."

I walked up to him and kissed him on the cheek before saying, "I know Uncle...you cannot tell this to anyone." I winked at him after that statement.

Vijay was a little surprised at that statement. This was not just my dirty little secret anymore; it was our dirty little secret. He had lost the leverage of blackmail and was now at the same plane as I was.

He didn't show his surprise at that statement but just smiled at me before turning around and leaving the room.

To be continued.... 



Dirty Little Secret Ch. 01



"Stop starring at her you pervert! Get out of here daddy, we'll be done soon. There isn't anyone else around so don't worry about some old pervert ogling us, okay?" She demanded. 

"Well, ok but don't forget some sun block. You don't want to get sun poisoning on those sensitive parts girls." As soon as he said 'parts', I creamed myself. I imagined the juice dripping down beneath the lounge chair, pooling on the concrete. I imagined him noticing it and realizing that I had yet to swim in the pool. 

"Daddy, GO!!"

"Ok, ok. Girls, I'll be home for a little while if you need anything. I'm packing a picnic lunch for your mother and me. Have fun and be careful of this hot sun, you don't want to get burned." His eyes never left my sight, again with the towel. I wonder what he must have thought of the two of us young girls totally naked and lounging nonchalantly by the pool. He must have been jerking off while starring at me through the window by now. My craving was returning. Just being in the same space as him had my heart racing and my pussy tingling. I decided to stand up and stretch. I longed to see his cock, to taste it, to feel it inside of me. I wanted to catch him jerking off watching me, but how? I stood up and told Tiffany that I was going inside for a glass of ice water. We had been out there for too long and I was thirsty. If only she knew I had been referring to my thirst for cock. 

I walked slowly, purposely, towards the back door. There were three options for a peeping Rob. He could be looking out of the kitchen window, the bathroom window or the office window. My guess was on the bathroom window so as I walked I made sure that the front of my naked body could be seen entirely. I felt my clit get hard and my nipples were standing at attention. I wasn't sure what my plan was but I decided to go into the kitchen and very nosily get some ice water. He watched me enter the house, he knew I was in the kitchen but would he be bold enough to walk in? I needed to find out. 

When he entered the kitchen, he pretended not to realize I was in there. When he saw me be acted shocked and embarrassed. He was totally full of it because he didn't look away or anything.

"Need some help honey?" he asked.

"Help with what?" I stood there, looking directly at him. Naked in all my glory, my body not shying away, my primal aspiration took control of my brain.

"Ice dispenser hardens up sometimes. Did it come for you?" I noticed his play on words and it caused my pussy to throb and dampen. He walked towards me then. I was standing in front of the refrigerator. He leaned towards it from my right side, his shoulder pressing against mine. My pussy juice began to drip down my leg, an uncontrollable effect he had on me. He leaned in closer to me, his mouth close to my ear. I could feel his hot breath on my neck. 

"You naughty little girl, you knew I'd be in here" is all he said before he grabbed my waist. He turned me around to face him directly and pinned me up against the island counter in the center of their kitchen. I glanced towards the window to check where Tiffany was and she hadn't moved from the chair. He pressed his hardened cock to my belly, right above my leaking mound and grinded it hard into me.

"Were you watching me from the bathroom window?" I asked, trembling.

"I was in the office watching you prance towards the house. I knew you were coming for me. I want to feel your wet lips around my cock little girl." Rob took a piece of ice from my glass and inserted some into my mouth. It was freezing cold but he told me to keep it there.

"I, I've never done that before..."

"You need to learn, it's so hot and only proper for a girl to know how to swallow a man's dick." 

Rob put his hands on my shoulders and guided me down to the floor. My tongue was freezing. I squatted below him, he looked down and seemed pleased to see my twat in full view. Next, he unzipped his pants and unleashed his massive cock for me. I could smell his pre-cum, I knew what it smelled like because boys had cum in their pants while we made out many times before. They always came so quickly that I never got to see their cocks and it was beautiful. His head was so perfectly round and slightly purple, it glistened with pre- cum and the hole seemed to speak to me. He pushed it closer to my face and I closed my eyes.

"Open your eyes you naughty little girl, I want to see you watch me slide into your dirty mouth".

I obeyed him, wanting to learn everything about pleasing a man, especially him. When he pressed his cock head to my lips, I opened them slightly and he pushed it all the way inside. The ice became stuck in the back of my throat. Immediately I pulled my head back because I felt like I was gagging and he grabbed the back of it and told me not to do that again. 

"That's the wrong way to do it. I will hold your head down so you will learn how to do it right Jenny. You have to keep all of it in your mouth. I want it to slide down the back of your throat." I relaxed a bit and allowed him to fill my mouth. My pussy was screaming to be touched and I couldn't wait to find out what would happen next.

"That's it Jenny, relax and suck my cock. God you're beautiful. I love watching you eat my dick. I've been thinking about this for so long, oh yeah, suck it hard."

It didn't take long for him to cum. He didn't release my head until I had swallowed every last bit. I may have even thrown up a little but he tasted so good and it was so sexy that I didn't mind. My first cock sucking was a great success! 

"You're perfect, but you'd had better get back out there with that water or she'll come looking for you." He slapped my ass while he zipped up his pants and walked out of the kitchen. I stood there puzzled. I was so horny and longed to be fucked. I guess he had to be on his way and I needed to get back outside before I got caught. I didn't rinse my mouth or anything because I wanted his taste to linger on my tongue. I returned to the pool and noticed that Tiffany had fallen asleep so I jumped in the pool to cool off. I quickly found one of the water jets and straddled it. The feel of the water hitting my clit was very nice and I came three times before I heard Tiffany speaking.

"Girl, you're so nasty! I can't believe you're a virgin still! Feels good doesn't it?" she laughed and dove into the pool with me. Soon she was floating right next to me and asked if she could watch me do it.

"I want to see how you do it, maybe you do it better that I do. That's why you haven't given your pussy to anyone yet huh?"

"You can't watch me do it! That's so private and weird. I swear you're a lesbian!" I retorted.

"So what if I am? Come on, let me watch you. I'll do it too and we can compare notes." She let her hand dive down into the water to her waiting pussy and starting rubbing it furiously. I was amazed about how much this turned me on. I wrote it off to still being turned on by what had happened in her kitchen. I reluctantly reached for my cunny. I arched my back and let my legs float apart. It felt so good, the way I had always touched myself. I slid my clit in between my fingers, putting pressure on it, while I used the fingers on my other hand to penetrate myself.

"Wow, I never thought you'd let anything inside that sweet pussy of yours"

Now her words were turning me on even more. I rubbed faster and started to moan. She was rubbing her pussy harder and breathing hard. We both came very quickly and hard staring at each other under the water. Then she kissed me, right on the lips! A full on French kiss and I let her. Her tongue felt so good playing with mine. She broke our kiss prematurely and looked at me in shock.

"Why the fuck does your mouth taste like cum?"

I didn't know how to answer her so I stayed quiet. I just starred at her. Her face was changing as she thought of all the possibilities as to why my mouth did in fact taste like cum.

"Oh my God, you're such a slut! Did you suck my daddy's cock?" She looked amused, not mad. Still, I had no response for her.

"Come on, out with it!" she demanded.

"You're going to hate me."

"I won't hate you. I just want to know the truth. I am your best friend right?" Where was she going with this? I thought.

"Ok, it all started with..." I told her about the incident that happened a few weeks prior. She listened without interrupting and I was feeling a little more relaxed. The fact that she wasn't pounding my face in was encouraging.

"So, I just tasted my dad's cum? That's so gross!!!" She began to spit dramatically in the water. I laughed, nervously and waited for her to speak.

"So, this means I get to suck your dad's cock huh?" My eyes opened wide and I starred at her. I couldn't say no, could I? He'd never go for it, right? Too much pressure was building up inside my head.

"I'm just kidding, relax. Besides, what if I already have huh?"

"Have you?" I was panicking again.

"Maybe I have." She teased. Oh my God. My world was spinning out of control. 

"Okay, I haven't but I've wanted to. I like it when he watches me. It's not like he's MY dad or anything and my dad isn't YOUR dad so it's not wrong."

"What about our mother's?"

"What they don't know won't hurt. Besides, we're younger and way prettier than they are. Look at my tits, aren't they divine?" They were divine, I had to admit. Could we get away with this and was I comfortable allowing her to seduce my father? I didn't really have a choice at this point. She knew my dirty little secret and I had a feeling that this weekend was going to get a lot naughtier.



Dirty Little Secret Ch. 02



We finished playing in the pool and discussing strategies to seduce each other's dad. I couldn't even believe it was all really happening. We went inside and new that both of her parents would be home soon so we got dressed. We didn't need her mother freaking out on us and ruining our schemes. She was going to help me get closer to her dad and I would do the same for her. Twisted? Perhaps, but it sure was fun! We stayed in her bedroom looking through magazines, doing our makeup and coming up with fun, sexy outfits from her closet. We decided that she would wear her least sexiest outfit, which consisted of a pair of tight jeans and a loose fitting, low-cut blouse. Even her non-sexy clothes were sexy! I wore a red mini dress with nothing underneath. We didn't put on any shoes so we decided to paint each other's toes. I leaned back on her bed, nervous but excited, with one knee up. 

"I am really getting a good look at your beautiful pussy like this. My dad is one lucky man. He gets to fuck you silly and he doesn't even know it yet." She reached up and spread my lips open a little with one hand. 

"Quit it, I don't want to smell like pussy around your parents. If she's anything like me, your mom can probably smell it a mile away." I insisted.

"Okay, only if you promise to let me fondle you later." I smiled.

We were called down to dinner around 7:00 that night. We looked at ourselves one more time in the mirror. I looked deliciously naughty. I didn't normally dress like that so I hoped that her mother didn't think anything was up. I guess I was being paranoid about it all, seducing a married man in his own home, with his wife serving me meatloaf. Her youngest sister adored me, but the middle sister couldn't stand me. She didn't like me taking all of Tiffany's time so of course she said something sarcastic as soon as we made our appearance.

"Are you going somewhere fancy tonight? Dressing up for your invisible boyfriend?" Hannah commented and laughed maniacally. 

"Shut up bitch, leave her alone!" Tiffany angrily replied. 

"Tiffany Anne Burke, you watch your language young lady. You're a little girl in my house and you don't use that filthy language, do you understand me?" Karen corrected. 

"Yeah you fucking lesbian", Hannah added.

"Hannah! Oh my Rob, what have you been teaching these girls?" Karen accused. 

"Karen please, you use more filthy language than George Carlin! Ladies, please act like ladies, we have a guest remember?" Rob pleaded and pondered about the lesbian comment. He let it go when Tiffany apologized to her mother.

"Mom, I'm sorry, but she angered me so much. Jenny is my best friend and I don't want anyone speaking to her like that."

"It's noble for you to stand up for your friend, but remember, Hannah is your baby sister and you need to respect that she has her own opinions as well."

"I will have to disagree with you Karen. Hannah should be punished for speaking to a guest in our home so rudely. Hannah Marie Burke, go to your room with no dinner. Don't come out until tomorrow morning." Rob had put his foot down. He didn't want anyone speaking to me that way. 

I felt honored and respected, even though he had just forced his massive cock down my throat in this very kitchen only a few hours before. Tiffany stuck her tongue out at Hannah as she sulked away from the table. The rest of dinner was mostly uneventful and I nervously ate my meatloaf and salad. I noticed that Karen and Rob barely said a word to one another. In fact, most of dinner was generally quiet.

"So girls, what do you have planned for the rest of this evening?" I almost choked. Coughing, I started tripping over my words and nervously revealing too much information.

"Um, well we were thinking of going to bed. I mean, going to bed early. You know, sleeping and such. Well, maybe not early, we'll probably play, I mean watch a movie and have some pop corn, right Tiff?"

"We're sure not going to bed early. We don't have long before school begins again and having to get up at the ass crack of dawn. Sorry mom, it's an expression. You guys want to watch with us?"

"Not me, I'm engrossed in this really great book right now. I can't put it down, in fact I've been thinking about it all through dinner. Girls, would you mind cleaning up so I can go take a bubble bath and then get into bed with my book?" This was great news, not only did we get a chance to be alone with her dad but, we wouldn't be bothered by her mom for the rest of the night.

"What flick are you two watching, I might be interested." Rob said, starring right at my breasts.

"Mean Girls, it's really good, we've already seen it and we just love it. The girls are totally hot and it's hilarious!" Tiffany interjected.

"Jennifer, do you mind if this old man sits in on your movie and watches it with you?" He was grinning.

"Not at all, Mr. Burke" I said, smiling shyly.

We went straight into the family room and sat down on her couch. Rob put the DVD in and sat on the recliner that was across from us. When I sat down I purposely let my dress ride up high on my thighs. It was part of the plan. I knew he wouldn't be able to focus on the movie and would watch me. The second part of the plan was that sometime during the movie, Tiffany was supposed to start a pillow fight with me that would end in an angry episode and she would storm off to her bedroom, leaving me there with Rob. 

Half way through the movie she winked at me and grabbed a pillow. The popcorn fell to the floor and she smashed me in the face! I fought back, but not too hard. I ended up pinning her down on the floor, straddling her pussy with my own. Rob was watching and laughing at the fun we were having. I knew he could almost see my pussy and was waiting to see what kind of panties I had on. I was surprised that he didn't tell us to stop, or try and stop us but I guess he was really perverted and just liked seeing us on top of each other, daughter or not. 

Suddenly, she started screaming at me to get off of her and in a fit of rage, part of the plan, pushed me off. I landed on my bottom with my legs spread wide open, completely exposing my sweet, naked pussy. I quickly closed them, after seeing him notice. He sat there saying nothing, obviously becoming aroused by my nakedness.

"You're such a bitch! I hate you!" she screamed at me and gave me a wink. Then stormed up the stairs to her room and slammed the door. We knew Karen wouldn't emerge from her room because these episodes were common and Karen had ignored them for years. I remained on the floor and looked upset. I knew he had seen me and God I was hot for him.

"You okay darling?"

"I want to go home." I said in a huff.

"No you don't. You'd be all alone over there in that big scary house. You know how Tiff is, she'll get over it and you'll both be laughing about this in a few hours." Rob looked around, one last check.

"Come over here, give me a hug." I tried to look reluctant, didn't want to seem too eager. 

When I stood up I let him get another peek at my pussy. I could see the hunger in his eyes along with the bulge in his pants. I went to him and he placed his hands on my hips. I simply looked down at him.

"You naughty little girl, I know you're not wearing any panties. Did you want me to see your pretty snatch again tonight?"

"Maybe" His grip around my waste grew tighter as he pulled me even closer and bent me over his lap. 

"You've been naughty today." He spanked me hard.

It hurt like hell but it made me so wet. He spanked me again and pushed up my dress. He whacked me again, hard.

"Your previously pale butt is nice and red now. How does it feel to be so naughty my sweet, little Jenny?" 

"I don't like it when you spank me." Another whack!

"Ouch, please stop."

"Stand up and straddle me. I want to look at your pussy as you stand over me" He demanded.

I obeyed him. When I stood over him, my legs on either side of his thighs, he pushed my dress back up around my waist again. I smiled down at him. I was starting to like him staring at my secret places. Running his hands up my legs he licked his lips. His hands gripped my bottom and he pulled me close to his face. His tongue found its way to my clit and he lapped at it. It felt so good, like I would explode right there on his face. I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him into me. 

I grinded my mound against him and felt my knees begin to grow weak. When he pulled away from me he reached up and grabbed the back of my neck. Pulling me down to his lips he kissed me passionately while pushing me down on top of his crotch. 

This was the first time he'd grinded his cock against my virgin pussy. It felt so hard, so mischievous and so hot! I pushed myself down hard on him and grinded him powerfully. He nuzzled his face into my small chest and rubbed it there. His hard on was getting harder and I reached down to unzip his pants. Looking me directly in the eyes, he grabbed my hand and stopped me.

"Do you know what you're getting yourself into little girl?"

"I know what I want and I'm not so little anymore". He let go of my hand and sat back in his chair. 

I unleashed his cock and starred down at it. I was thirsty for him to fill my hole. He held on to me as he scooted down to the edge of his recliner. Then he picked me up while he lowered his pants further. I hovered over him, ready to be entered. 

His cock was so hot but his head was very soft. I didn't think it would be so forceful and hard. He guided it to the opening in my twat and lowered me down slowly on top. I remember whimpering a little as he pushed me harder and harder down. There seemed to be something in the way, my hymen perhaps? At first, it hurt like hell but as he slid it in and out my pussy enveloped his cock and closed around it. 

It was the most amazing feeling, my juices began to flow like a river and soon his balls and lap were flooded. I grabbed onto his shoulders and rode him faster and harder, making sure I felt him deep inside of me. At one point I thought he may have hit my belly! 

"You're so hot you little slut. I've been watching you prance around in skimpy little outfits for years. Now you're riding my cock like a naughty girl."

Rob pumped my pussy hard, I felt his cock grow even bigger and he held me down tight to his crotch. I kissed him as he came deep inside my womb. I jerked with him as he released his seed. Holding his hand over my mouth as I screamed, I came hard plastering his cock with my cream. I collapsed onto him, breathing heavy and relaxing my body against his. He held me there for a moment as he softened inside of me. When I leaned back away from him, he smiled lovingly at me. 

I returned the smile and new this was the beginning of something perfect.

It wasn't long before Rob pushed me off of him and dressed himself. We both knew we couldn't linger there for too long. I was still unsure of how he viewed me, slut or lover? Was there even a difference? I started to walk away, feeling unsure of myself, my legs still trembling. I hadn't really realized what I had just done, hadn't come to terms with it. I was no longer a virgin and I had a man more than twice my age's cum inside of me. I was at the foot of the stairs before he stopped me.

"Jenny, your pussy is amazing. I haven't cum so hard inside a young pussy like yours in years." And he kissed me hard on my lips. I melted and sauntered up the stairs, a little more grown up. 

I expected that Tiffany would have fallen asleep by then, and didn't want to disturb her. How could I have known she'd be waiting eagerly for me to tell her all the yummy details? I felt some cum leaking out of my pussy as I stood in her door way staring at her. I must have looked flushed because she told me that I was glowing. Whatever that meant!

"How do you feel?" she so nicely asked.

"I don't know."

"What do you mean, you don't know?" she retorted.

"Well, you know. You've done it thousands of times."

"Hey!"

"Not what I meant. Honestly? I hurt like a little bitch. It was pretty amazing though and I feel really tired and lazy."

"It's to be expected Jen. Your tight little body just got violated. You should probably lie down."

I looked to her with relief in sight. My knees were shaky, my mind was swirling and my heart raced. I started to climb onto her bed when I realized that I needed to shower.

"I'm going to take a quick shower Tiff. I feel sweaty and dirty."

"You smell hot and you look hot so I think you're hot. A shower seems like a good idea though since I don't want my daddy's cum all over my bed. Not something my mom would find amusing, I'm sure."

Tiffany took my hand and guided me into her private bathroom. She had this amazing three head, walk-in shower. I used it all the time and was so jealous of her privileges sometimes. She began to undress me; helping me step out of my heels. She slid my dress over my head, revealing my exposed nakedness. 

My nipples became stiff and my clit popped back out of its shell. I was getting turned on by allowing her to see me in all of my filthiness. After all, I was filled in her daddy's cum. After undressing me Tiffany turned on the water in the shower and when it was warm enough she helped me in. She watched as the water hit my aching body for a bit then removed her own clothes. 

There she was, beautiful, firm and fresh; naked for only my eyes to see. Stepping into the shower, Tiffany pinned me against the wall. The water was thrashing upon us and her smooth body was slippery against mine. I recall feeling her hard nipples tickle my own, and the way her lips tasted like spearmint gum. Her hands were roaming all over my body and I reluctantly placed my hands around her, and patting her back gently.

"No. Lean back and don't touch me, not yet anyway."

I obeyed her commands. Had she thought of doing this to me before? Was she really an actual lesbian or was she just horny with no boys around? I didn't find out the answers to the questions for many years to come. That's a different story. 

Tiffany continued to massage my tongue with hers; her soft lips were unlike any other I had ever felt. It was like kissing a silk pillow or something! She reached for the soap and lathered up her fingers really well. Her soap hands were exploring my trembling body in no time. She started with my shoulders and tickled me there for a while. Slowly moving her way down my arms, all the way to my finger tips, she excited me greatly. 

She stood back and got a good look at my young, wet body before she knelt down to the tiled floor. I was breathless, wanting to know what to expect next. How had I become such a slut in such little time? Tiffany's soapy fingers searched my body for my breasts. Her face was directly in front of my cum-drenched pussy. I longed for her lips to touch it, her tongue to lick it and her fingers to fuck it. She starred at my puffy lips with a quizzical gaze. 

"I want to shave your fine pussy girl."

I of course loved the idea. She grabbed one of her pink, disposable razors and her shaving gel. After squirting the gel onto her hand she reached towards my cunny and began to lather it up rather nicely. She was mixing my juices, her daddy's cum and soap all over me, the smell was intoxicating. I began to moan while she worked her fingers in and out of my hole. She pressed her thumb against my clit, like she had done this many times before.

"Have you done this before?" I asked with a hint of jealousy in my tone.

"What's it matter to you?" she continued to work my pussy over.

"Oh, oh that feels so good. It's just that, if you were a lezzie you should have told me. I'm your best friend."

"Oh Jenny, you're more than a best friend. Here, let me shave your pussy smooth so I can lick it."

Lick it! I was all but jumping for joy when I heard these words. She was going to eat my pussy, like I had eaten her daddy's dick just minutes ago. 

It took Tiffany about fifteen minutes to finish shaving my pussy bald. It looked just like it looked when I was way younger! I felt a cool breeze prance over my lips and it turned my pussy into a pool of lust. Tiffany starred at it with a satisfied look upon her pretty face.

"Even more beautiful than I imagined. It feels so good and looks so perfect." Once again I was pinned against the wall. I jumped at the coolness at the tile and at Tiffany's hunger. She buried her face into my snatch. Her nose nuzzled against my clit, her tongue flirted with my tight hole. She took her small fingers and traced my inner thighs. The girl drove me crazy! Reaching behind me, she inserted a finger into my ass and I jumped again. Not realizing the pleasure of having someone finger my virgin ass hole as of yet I squirmed away.

"What's the matter?"

"That's nasty Tiff! We can't do that."

"Ok, how about this." She resumed eating my cunt.

Her fingers plunged deep into my hole. My cream coated them instantly. I came so hard as she worked them deeper and deeper.

"Oh yes Tiff, fuck my cunny. Yes, deeper, oh yes, faster!"

I came over and over, loving the feel of her fingers violating my privates. She looked up into my eyes, gave me a flirty smile and I pulled her up to stand before me. I smiled, and we kissed. My insides were vibrating, my pussy on fire. She was amazing and it had turned out to be a fantastic start to a long and sexy night.



Dirty Little Secret Ch. 02



A week after Labor Day I went to the university to register for fall classes.

The hall where registration took place was crowded and noisy with students running around asking silly questions; not knowing where they should be. It was pure chaos. In other words, everything was normal. 

It took me three hours but I managed to get the classes I wanted. Before I left the hall, I checked the large bulletin board and scanned the notices with ads like 'Roommates Wanted', 'Cars for Sale' and 'Help Wanted'. One notice caught my eye. 

It read: "Tutor Wanted -- Math or Computer Science major needed to tutor special needs students. Room & Board plus small monetary compensation. See Professor Van Dyke in Tammany Hall, room 308."

I could be a tutor, I thought. I did it for two years in high school. Room & board? Wow! This could be the opportunity I need to get out of my parent's house.

Tammany Hall was next to Monty Hall where many of my classrooms were located. On my way there I wondered what I was doing.

First off, I was only a sophomore, and these positions usually were given to seniors, or students working on advanced degrees. Secondly, my parents would never allow me to move to the campus. They were control-freaks and wanted to keep me under their thumbs.

"What do I have to lose?" I said out loud, as I walked quickly across campus.

Inside room 308, four other students were waiting in an outer office. I could see they were older than me, so I figured I had no chance of getting the job over them.

I was disappointed and turned to leave when an older woman sitting at a desk called out to me, "Young man, please complete this application. It shouldn't take too long until Professor Van Dyke can see you."

I reluctantly took the application and sat down to fill it out. I figured it was a waste of time, but I didn't have anything to do the rest of the day anyway.

I was the last student sitting in the office when the woman said to me, "Professor Van Dyke will see you now."

When I walked into the office an older man I guessed to be in his fifties, introduced himself and we shook hands. He took my application and had me sit in a chair in front of his desk.

I saw his eyes narrow as he studied me.

"Just how old are you, son?" he asked.

"Well," I said, "I'm eighteen but I'll be a sophomore this year. I carried a full load of college credits my senior year in high school."

"Very impressive," he said as he settled into a thick leather chair and began reading my app.

"You're a double major -- computer science and math?" he asked.

"Yes, sir," I replied. I began feeling better about this, but I didn't want to get my hopes too high. 

"And you tutored students at your high school, I see."

"Yes, sir," I said.

"Describe that experience for me," he said. He stared at me waiting for my response.

I cleared my throat then spoke: "I found it very rewarding. I worked with kids who were either failing or very near, and I was able to help bring their grades up to C's and B's, and in one case, a boy who was at the bottom of his geometry class received straight A's the rest of the term...I enjoy helping other students achieve positive results."

Actually, the kids I tutored were mostly big pains-in-the-ass, but I knew a person had to sell themselves during job interviews.

He suddenly looked at me in a quizzical manner which made me think he'd seen through my crap.

"Is your father's name 'Fred'?" he asked.

Uh-oh, I thought. My dad's such an asshole, if this guy knows him that would kill any chance I have for the job.

"Uh, yes, sir."

"And he owns Tri-State Construction?"

"Yes, sir," I said very softly.

He looked at me for several seconds with a puzzled expression.

"And you have a brother named Jim?"

I nodded.

"Strange," he said. "I've played golf with your father every week for two years and he always talks about his athletic son, Jimmy, but I don't recall him ever talking about you."

I felt my face blush a deep red. My feelings were hurt and my eyes misted over with tears.

He saw my pain; he knew he'd embarrassed me. It was easy to see he regretted his words.

"Ah...this position will take two-three hours a night of your time...would you be able to tutor other students and maintain your GPA?"

"I know I can do it, sir...I would love to have the opportunity to try."

During the drive home from the university I sang along with every song on the radio whether I knew the words or not.

I suspected Professor Van Dyke had given me the job out of embarrassment for his insensitive words, or with him knowing my dad, he felt sorry for me. 

I didn't care -- when he offered me the job it was the single happiest moment in my life. I could finally get out of that house of horrors with or without my parents approval.

I told Professor Van Dyke how my parents didn't want me to live away from home.

He'd said, "Leave your father to me."

And sure enough, as I left his office he was speaking to my dad on the phone.

When I got home my mother immediately confronted me in her shrill, hysterical manner. The way she acted, you would have thought life on earth was coming to an end.

"This is impossible!" she shrieked. "You're just a boy -- you can't live away from home -- something terrible will happen to you! I'm not signing the consent form!"

And for the first time in my life I fought back.

"I'm eighteen, mom -- I don't need your consent! I'm doing this whether you like it or not!"

"GO TO YOUR ROOM -- WAIT TILL YOUR FATHER GETS HOME!"

She had always thought sending me to my room was some sort of punishment when, in fact, that was where I wanted to be anyway.

Without even thinking, I stripped to my string, bikini briefs, sat on the chair at my computer table and fired up my laptop.

When it was ready I typed in 'peniscocksandpricks.com' and clicked the mouse.

This site was my sanctuary - my home away from home. I would stare at two-three pages of erections first then click on links that took me to the wonderful world of man-on-man sex.

Thanks to Donny, I had now performed all the sex acts that were displayed on my monitor. When my prick began growing in my briefs, I looked over at my bedroom door and realized I hadn't locked it. 

Knowing full well that neither of my folks would ever come into the room without knocking first, I went and locked the door anyway.

I still felt tremendous guilt and shame over my dirty little secret.

I pushed down my briefs; my prick was standing straight up and I slowly began stroking it. I stared at my favorite photo of a young guy on his knees with a beautiful, hard-as-a-rock penis in his mouth. 

I fantasized it was me on my knees sucking that cock -- Donny's cock, and I could almost taste his precum on my tongue. 

"Good boy -- good boy," I could hear Donny saying to me. "Suck my cock, little bitch-boy - make me cum in your mouth, faggot...."

My hand went faster. I pinched my nipples until I groaned. My eyes glazed-over and I strained to cum.

Suddenly, I scrolled down the page until my absolute favorite photo was on the screen.

A boy like me was bent over a bed, his head and shoulders resting on the mattress, a man's large hands held the boy firmly to him; half of his long, hard cock was buried in the boy's asshole. 

I closed my eyes and relived my nights with Donny.

I could feel Donny's hands gripping my hips as he thrust into me. There was no escaping his relentless ass-fucking of me. He was overpowering; he was too strong for me. He was having his way with me and there was nothing I could do about it.

Then I felt the cum begin to boil in my balls. Donny fucks me faster and harder; his huge scrotum banging against my tiny ball sac with every violent thrust. 

His plum-sized cockhead bumps against my prostate. I moan and furiously push my ass back to meet him. I love his cock in my ass. I can feel every ridge and vein sliding against the clasping walls of my tight asshole. 

His cock is alive inside of me. Pulsating, expanding, until I hear him cry out and feel the first blast of hot semen deep inside my bowels.

"OH-GOD-YES," I shout when the sperm and semen rush up out of my balls and through my rigid cock.

I squeeze my cock hard as the cum explodes upwards; I open my mouth thinking the cum will shoot so high I can catch it with my tongue. It lands on my belly, on my arms and hands. I am gasping and panting for air. My naked buttocks are gyrating wildly on the soft leather chair.

Soon I am at rest trying to regulate my breathing. The slight headache my mother gave me is gone. My hot cum instantly grows cold, and now feels sticky and uncomfortable on my moist skin. 

There is a void deep within me, a hollow emptiness, I am alone. All I have accomplished is temporary satisfaction. The underlying problem will not go away.

Soon, my dick will get hard again, and as usual, I will relieve the sexual tension while my emotional needs go unattended. 

Oh God, how I want to find another flesh-and-blood man who I can love and who would love me; someone who loves and respects me as much as I do him -- a man who will make my dirty little secret disappear forever out of acceptance and irrelevance.

Sitting at the dinner table that evening was a bittersweet experience. My mom and dad engaged in a back-and-forth battle of epic proportions with neither side willing to give ground to the other.

My mother's arguments made me feel young, stupid and incompetent; and for the first time ever, I silently rooted for my father.

"He's much too young to live on his own AND get all his schoolwork done," my mother nearly shouted. "He's immature; he can't clean his bedroom now; how on earth is he going to clean a whole apartment? Who's going to do his laundry for him? Who is going to cook for him? The other students will be a bad influence on him -- HE'S TOO YOUNG TO LIVE ON HIS OWN!!"

"He's eighteen, for chrissakes, he's old enough to join the army!" my father countered. "He's old enough to vote -- The boy has to become a man sometime -- Quit coddling him--he needs space to grow and mature as a person."

I suspected that last comment came from Professor Van Dyke when he spoke with my dad earlier.

In the end, with both of them steaming mad and simmering in silence, barely picking at the food on their plates, I basked in the sweet glow of victory. I ate everything on my plate, rinsed my plate, glass and silverware, and retired to my bedroom in triumph.

My father's final declaration, the last barrage from his artillery, had won the war.

"DAMMIT, MARY -- THE BOY IS GOING -- END OF DISCUSSION!!"

A week later I was living on campus inside room 69 of Karen Hall. 

The first night, after everything was moved in, and I had the room set up the way I wanted, I fired-up the laptop, went to peniscocksandpricks.com and masturbated myself to three glorious orgasms.

OOOhhhh, yesssss, I thought. Life is finally good.

Two weeks into the semester I still hadn't been assigned a 'special needs' student to tutor. 

"Once the students take their first major exam, the professors and teacher assistant's become aware of who needs additional help," Professor Van Dyke had told me.

I wanted to begin earning extra money, but I wasn't hurting financially. I had saved a boat-load of cash from my summer construction job, and I already had everything I needed.

It was mainly a way to use my free time. When I was finished with assigned homework, I studied future chapters in my textbooks. I figured I was already two-three weeks ahead in all my classes.

One night after my head had all the 'knowledge' it could stand for one day, I went to my favorite website and stared at the naked men. 

Instead of making my prick hard, I felt a deep loneliness inside me. I craved being with an actual man; not these 'models' who stared back at me with vacant eyes.

I become restless then suddenly thought of Penis Park, the place where I 'outed' myself to Theresa. 

Although I'd been there several times, I'd never had the nerve to get out of the car and walk into the park and try to hook-up with someone. I experienced a sudden exhilaration: I had a feeling tonight would be the night!

I showered and shaved and brushed my teeth, and then I felt kind of foolish.

You're not going on a date, John, I thought. You're going to meet an anonymous man for anonymous sex. 

It was a twenty minute drive from the university and my prick finally stiffened as I thought about caressing and licking and sucking a man's cock. It had been almost a month since Donny had left town.

There were plenty of parking spaces, which I took as a bad sign. There probably weren't too many guys here tonight.

I sat in the car feeling my chest pounding; my hands trembled as I squinted in the feint light into the park.

I couldn't see anyone at all. 

I was about to start the car and leave when my mind screamed "Get out of the car, you chickenshit -- give yourself chance!"

The park had small hills surrounding it. The street was at the top of the hill so I climbed out of the car and slowly made my way down a gentle slope.

As I neared the walking path, I stopped and looked around. I didn't know what to do. Should I walk around the path, or stay in one place?

I became acutely aware of being bathed in light -- exposed for all to see. An overhead lamppost illuminated me; it seemed like a huge spotlight was singling me out. 

I heard a carnival huckster in my head shout, "There he is, gentlemen, take a good look - fresh meat for the taking...just toss the ball thru the hoop and he's all yours!" 

I quickly retreated into the shadows.

My heart was beating faster and I began to perspire. I decided to sit in the grass, in one of the shadows, about thirty-feet from the path.

My eyes became acclimated to the lamppost, and the darkness of the trees in between. 

Even though no one was on the walking path, I could see shapes and figures moving in and out of the shadows. I suddenly felt sad.

I thought: Why do guys who only want a moment of closeness and intimacy with another human being have to hide, and lurk in the shadows?

I felt a hand on my shoulder and nearly jumped out of my skin.

"I'm sorry -- sorry -- didn't mean to scare you," I heard a soft voice say in a whisper.

When I caught my breath I replied, "No, uh -- that's okay...."

"Want some company?" he asked.

This was it! I felt the blood rushing thru my veins.

"Uh, yeah, sure -- please...."

I immediately regretted saying 'please'. I didn't want to sound needy.

He sat beside me in the cool grass. He wore a ballcap with a long visor, I couldn't get a good look at his face, but he didn't appear to be much older than me.

"Nice night...." he said.

"Yes, it is..." I lamely replied.

I noticed from his accent he wasn't from the Upper Midwest and asked, "You from around here?"

"No, uh, I'm from Kentucky," he said then quickly added, "I'm here on business."

I didn't believe him for a moment, but what did I care? 

Then it occurred to me that picking up guys was just as awkward as trying to pick up girls; the same shyness; the same fumbling for words.

I felt his hand rubbing my back.

"Would you like to go somewhere and talk?" he asked.

"Yeah, sure...where?" I responded.

"My, uh, rental car is close-by."

"Okay," I said.

I followed him up the hill. He was parked four cars ahead of mine. 

He opened the passenger door and climbed inside then said, "C'mon in, cutie."

Just then I heard my parent's admonition: "Never get into a car with a stranger!"

Well, I thought, I never took their advice seriously, anyway, besides, this guy looks safe.

He stayed in the middle. I guessed he didn't want the steering wheel to inhibit his movements. We were scrunched together closely. The front seat was in total darkness. He tossed his ballcap to the backseat and put his arm around me. 

He leaned over and kissed my cheek. When I felt his hand on my chest, massaging my breasts and nipples thru my thin shirt, I briefly wondered if he and I wanted the same thing. 

He quickly took my hand and placed it on his thigh and my worries were gone. 

I brushed my hand over his groin and was relieved to feel his bulge. We were both going to get what we wanted.

He turned my face to his and kissed me on the lips. He was a great kisser; our lips melded together.

My fingers teased his hardness. I lightly stroked the length of his cock. My own prick became erect. Our tongues explored and danced, and my hand became bolder and squeezed his hardness.

He groaned into my mouth. It was music to my ears. I loved making men moan and groan -- it meant I was giving them pleasure and that is what I wanted more than anything.

I couldn't wait any longer and began opening his jeans. 

"Oh my...." he gasped. 

I think my aggressiveness surprised him. He lifted his hips when I pulled down on his jeans and underwear. 

Without hesitating, I cupped his ball sac in my right hand, took hold of the shaft of his hard cock, then lowered my head and kissed and licked his hot flesh. 

I wet my lips and slid them around his glans and took as much of his hardness into my mouth as I possibly could. I thought I'd died and gone to heaven.

I slowly bobbed my head up and down; tracing my tongue along a large vein on the underside of his long, and slender erection. I settled into a slow, and steady sucking rhythm. 

I'd learned thru experience that to give a man the most pleasure to keep my tongue moving on his flesh, and my lips wrapped tightly around his shaft. 

When a man is ready to cum, he becomes very obvious and predictable by his incessant moaning, and the thrusting of his hips. 

The man will have you do all the work until he is ready to cum then suddenly he will force more and more of his cock into your mouth by holding your head still and thrusting his hips. 

I was surprised when I'd discovered his lack of pubic hair. I ran my hand over the area and felt stubble, which meant he shaved down there. I hoped he didn't have some kind of disease. 

Donny had made me shave, and I still do, so I shouldn't have been that surprised.

This guy had a nice, clean smell. I wondered if he had showered before coming to the park.

I heard him groan deeply and he held my head firmly in his hands. Suddenly, he tried to push his entire cock into my mouth, but I was ready for him.

I stroked him faster and lightly rubbed his perineum. He loved my finger down there. His hips jerked and he cried out and I pressed firmly on his anus until the first blast of cum exploded in my mouth.

I pushed my fingertip into his asshole and he screamed so loud I hoped no one would catch us. I caught streams of cum on my tongue and lapped up and swallowed his bittersweet semen.

Suddenly, his hand pressed against the bulge in my slacks and I instantly came in my briefs. He squeezed and stroked me until my balls were empty. 

What a difference it makes when someone else brings you to a climax! 

My face rested in his crotch until we could breathe again. I licked up the juices I missed off his shrinking penis. 

I felt a euphoric glow in my head and a smile on my face. 

"Oh my..." he said with an awe and reverence in his voice that made me proud. "That was the best ever -- EVER! You are wonderful...."

Donny had taught me so well that the last time we were together he said "...you're the best little cocksucker I ever had!" 

I was very proud of that title.

"Too bad you're not from around here," I teased. "I'd love to do this for you whenever you want...."

In the darkness, I heard a frustrated groan as I let myself out of his car. 

I had a smile on my face the entire drive home. The considerable load of cum in my bikini briefs had turned cold and sticky, but I didn't care. 




Dirty Little Secret Ch. 02



I was basking in the afterglow of a wonderful orgasm. It was good to have had a real cock in my mouth. 

The feel and aroma of his crotch was fresh in my mind, and I could still taste him on my tongue. 

My prick began growing in my damp briefs. I knew I would masturbate when I got home. At least this time I had a real cock to picture in my mind.

The next day I was sitting in my 'Applied Trigonometry' class watching Professor Eaton scribble an equation on the chalkboard waiting for him to turn and face the class.

I didn't know if it was just my imagination, but it seemed to me that whenever he wrote a problem on the chalkboard he'd get an erection.

When he finished and faced the class, sure enough, I thought I saw a small boner in his pants. I wondered if he went home at night, sat in front of his computer and stroked his cock while staring at a complex math problem.

A pretty girl suddenly came into the classroom and went to Professor Eaton. She said something to him, and he pointed at me. She came to me and gave me a note that read, "My office at 3:30 -- Professor Van Dyke."

It looked like I was finally getting my first tutoring assignment.

When the girl left I looked up and saw Professor Eaton standing before the class with his arms folded across his chest staring at me. 

I blushed and said, "Sorry."

In my short time at the university I'd learned that Professors hated interruptions of any kind in their classrooms. Most of them seemed to be egomaniacal and didn't like it when they weren't the center of attention.

At 3:30 I waited in the outer office for Professor Van Dyke. The girl who had delivered the message was behind a desk staring intently at the desktop computer before her.

Suddenly I heard a buzzer and she motioned for me to go into the office. 

"Well son, mid-terms are coming up and you are going to be a very busy young man," he said then handed me a three-page schedule of my upcoming tutoring sessions. "You'll be spending quite a bit of time in Dunce Hall." 

I looked at him strangely. That seemed like a rather offensive nickname for the building with 'special needs' students. 

He saw my expression and immediately understood what I was thinking. He smiled and laughed.

"That's spelled 'D-U-N-S-Z -- not 'D-U-N-C-E'...."

I blushed and smiled.

"It's actually in the 'Arthur P Dunsz Complex' -- have you been there?" he asked.

I shook my head.

"Arthur Dunsz is an alumnus and a huge benefactor to the university -- he's given millions over the years..."

Then he said: "Two-blocks down the street...it's a large and garish complex of buildings for the Athletic Department. All of the athletes on scholarship to the university are housed there. You'll be impressed when you see what they have...."

He shook his head and added: "It's a sad state of affairs when the Athletic Department gets most of the money, but then again, they bring in most of the money...."

He handed me a large folder that contained smaller manila folders with the names of each student, and their specific needs.

"Familiarize yourself with each student...the folders contain bullet points of the student's areas of weakness, concentrate on those and you'll do fine...I see from the schedule you have four football players and one who plays hockey -- all I can say is -- Good Luck!"

"I thought I'd be teaching 'special needs' students?" I asked him.

He laughed and said, "'Special needs' students -- 'athletes' -- really, what's the difference?"

I thanked him and left him laughing hard at his own joke.

When I got back to my room I studied each folder. I saw I had three sessions that night and two the following night. I studied their weaknesses and prepared lessons for each student. 

I was glad I was ahead in my classes; this was going to take up more time than I'd previously thought.

It was a beautiful autumn night for a walk. The air was crisp, not too cold; the walk itself kept me warm.

I saw a huge marble sign on the lawn that read 'The Arthur P Dunsz Complex'; there was a map on a smaller sign. Professor Van Dyke was right: I was impressed -- there were so many buildings they needed a directional guide.

Dunsz Hall was located at the far end of the complex. I had to pass all of the other buildings. 

Gymnasiums, swimming pools, work-out rooms, weight rooms, a huge cafeteria.

I read the hours for the cafeteria: 5am to 10pm. 

Wow, I thought. The cafeteria in my building was only open for two hours for each meal. These people can eat whenever they want. I felt a twinge of jealously and resentment at their special treatment.

One thing I was grateful for was I'd be tutoring only guys. In high school I had worked with a few girls and found them to be rather difficult to teach. Their brains seemed to be wired differently than men. I considered most female conversation both tedious and frivolous. They seemed to have a hard time concentrating on the subject at hand.

I don't know. Maybe I was just afraid of women and the power they had over most men.

The 'Study Room' in Dunsz Hall was as big as I'd imagined. There were many private cubicles with desktops, and plenty of space to maneuver.

I set-up my laptop near the desktop and waited for my first pupil.

Suddenly I heard someone grunt behind me and looked to see a behemoth of a man/boy standing in the doorway. 

I cleared my throat and said, "Mr. Walker?"

He said, "Uh-huh."

Good God, I thought. The man had to be six-three and weigh close to three-hundred-and-fifty pounds. 

After Mr. Walker there were two more just like him -- both physically and mentally.

Three-hours seemed like a lifetime. All three needed help with material I'd easily learned in high school. I was patient and strict. When their minds wandered I immediately got them back on topic. 

By the end of each session, they seemed to genuinely appreciate my teaching style. All three said it was easier learning with me than in the classroom.

As I was walking out I passed a computer room, a weight room, a common meeting-type room with big screen televisions. They even had a huge game room. I stopped and looked inside. It looked like a full arcade of video games, pinball machines, ping-pong tables, pool tables, foosball tables and other devices I didn't recognize.

I stood absentmindedly staring at a group of guys watching someone play pinball; they all had their backs to me. The guy playing suddenly stood upright and turned around. He was finished with his game.

He looked at me standing in the doorway; an odd expression crossed his face and he quickly turned around as one of his buddies began playing the machine.

What was that about? I wondered.

I went back to my room and studied for an exam I had the next day. 

Then I formulated a plan for myself. I decided to get my own school work done before my tutoring sessions. This was going to take up more of my time than I'd thought, and I didn't want it to interfere with my schoolwork. I settled into a comfortable routine.

Two weeks later I received my first paycheck. It wasn't anywhere near what I earned at the construction job, but it would be enough so I wouldn't have to dip into my savings.

The next few nights went off as usual except for one thing: when I walked home I got the distinct feeling that someone was following me. 

The two-block walk was filled with oak trees and a few light poles, but it was dark enough that I couldn't really see anyone. Every now and then I thought I heard footsteps behind me, but when I turned to look, no one was there.

One night on my way home, my sense of hearing was on high alert, but I didn't hear any foot-steps. I breathed a little easier.

Suddenly, in front of me, someone stepped out from behind a tree and said, "How are you tonight?"

My heart just about burst; I stopped breathing.

"I'm sorry -- I didn't mean to scare you," he said.

Oh my God, I thought. I know that voice -- that accent.

I squinted at the shadowy figure and said, "Kentucky?"

"You remember..." he said in his soft voice.

Of course I remembered. I'd been jerking-off nightly thinking about his cock.

When he got close to me I could see it was the guy who looked at me in the game-room. I had never gotten a close look at him that night at the park when he had a cap pulled over his head.

"I miss you," he said. "I think about that night a lot...especially when I'm in bed...."

Wow!! A guy has actually been thinking about me! I felt exhilarated. 

"Why haven't you come up to me sooner? I've seen you a couple times in the game-room, and I know you saw me," I asked.

He coughed and turned his head.

"Well, uh...I, uh -- you know...." he mumbled.

Yes, I knew. I understood completely. He was hiding a dirty little secret, too.

"Nobody knows you're gay," I said softly.

He raised his voice in a defensive tone and said, "I'm not gay!"

I shook my head with sympathy. I fully understood where he was coming from. 

If he was living in Dunsz Hall that meant he was an athlete on scholarship. I imagined it would be tough on him if the other jocks found out he was queer.

I held out my hand and said, "I'm John."

He briefly hesitated then shook my hand.

"I'm Lane," he said.

He was about 5' 10" and 160 pounds. 

He was lean and slender, and didn't fit my stereotype of what jocks were supposed to look like.

"What sport do you play?" I asked.

"I'm on the swim team," he said.

That explained it.

"You must be pretty good to earn a scholarship," I said. 

He smiled. "I was conference champ last year...I think I can do it again this year...my goal is to make the Olympic swim team."

He was good enough to consider the Olympics? Wow! I was impressed!

We stood there in awkward silence.

I finally said, "So, what do you want to do?"

We both knew what he wanted. I felt my prick jump inside my briefs.

"I, uh...I don't know," he said slowly, searching for words. "I want to be with you again...I never felt anything like that before...but...."

"But what?" I pressed him even though I knew the answer.

"I, uh...don't take this the wrong way, but I really can't be seen with you," he said matter-of-factly. "If you know what I mean...."

I knew what he meant. 

"It's alright -- nobody here knows I'm gay," I said. "Being seen with me won't be the end of the world."

By the tone of his voice and his body language I could tell there was a major conflict going on inside his head.

"You seem awfully tense," I said. "I was taught how to give a pretty thorough massage -- maybe that would help you relax."

That was a true statement. Donny had me give him a massage every time we met in his motel room, and I became very good at it. I even read a book about the proper technique. And, I loved doing it! It thrilled me to run my hands over naked male flesh.

My prick became fully erect thinking about my hands on Lane's body.

"I don't know...how could we, uh, meet?" he stuttered.

"Well," I answered. "If you've been following me you know where I live."

"Yeah, well, sure, I know the door you go in, but—"

I interrupted him.

"I have the first apartment on the left just inside the door -- chances are no one will see you," I said, surprised at my own eagerness given that he didn't want to be seen with me. 

Give him a break, I told myself. You know how it is trying to protect a dirty little secret. Plus, maybe he could lose his scholarship if people knew he was gay? I wouldn't think so, but who knows?

I said: "Now the door is always locked, but if you go around the corner of the building, the first window you'll see is mine -- knock on the window a couple times and I'll let you inside when no one is in the hallway."

Then I added: "I could, ah, give you a massage right now, if you want?"

"Oh," he said, somewhat surprised. "I don't think I could...."

"Well, okay...it's up to you -- I have to go -- good night," I said and walked away from him sure that he would follow.

I walked about fifty-feet and looked back. He was still standing there.

When I reached my building he was nowhere to be seen. I was vaguely disappointed but not surprised. He was scared to death of his desire for men, and I could imagine the torment he was experiencing inside his screaming brain.

There were no surprises the next few nights. Once I was finished tutoring, I would look around inside the gameroom before I left -- I didn't see Lane.

On my way home, I walked slower than normal searching the shadows positive he would appear and ask to be with me; once again, more disappointment.

I felt sorry for Lane. He was fighting a losing battle. His desires/natural inclinations versus societies accepted behavioral standards. 

And I was sure he knew full well if he let society win the battle, he would be a lonely, depressed man his entire life.

I also knew that a hard penis wins that battle more times than not.

.

The next night, when I was finished with my first student, I wanted to get a can of soda from the vending machine before my next pupil arrived. I hurried out of my cubicle, walked around a blind corner and literally ran into another guy.

The collision sent me reeling backwards and I would have fallen to the floor if not for his hands catching me as I was going down. As it was, I ended up on my knees looking up at him.

Oh my God! I thought. My heart pounded as I looked at this blonde-haired, hunk-of-man's gorgeous face. I'd never seen a face as beautiful as his.

"Oh, geez, I'm so sorry!" he exclaimed as he offered me his hand to help me stand.

"No, no -- it's my fault -- I was in a hurry -- I didn't see you...." I profusely apologized.

I took his hand but something prevented me from standing immediately. 

Instead, for some reason, I lowered my eyes to his crotch. There, six-inches from my face, was his manly bulge. His cock wasn't hard, but his equipment sure filled out the crotch of his slacks.

He squeezed my hand and just before he began lifting me up, I saw his bulge grow larger. The outline of his semi-erect cock pressed against the thin fabric. I could smell the manly, musky aroma emanating from his crotch.

I became dizzy from his smell. I fought the instinct to kiss his bulge. I really, really wanted to plant my lips on the outline of his growing cock.

My own four-inch prick was as hard as it's ever been. I wanted this man; my heart ached with an urgent need to get close to him.

I had no idea if he was straight or gay, it didn't matter, all I knew was this is a man I wanted to be with and to pleasure. 

In an instant, he pulled me up and we stood face-to-face. Rather, we stood with my face staring at the top of his broad chest. I guessed he was 6'3 or 6'4.

I looked up and gazed into his deep, blue eyes. I'd never seen that color blue before.

"Hey, I'm really sorry! Are you okay?" he asked in a rich baritone voice.

"I, uh...sorry," I mumbled. "Yeah, uh, I'm fine. That was pretty careless of me...."

For a brief moment, I thought I saw his eyes dart downward and quickly glance at my erection pressing hard against my jeans. 

Wishful thinking, I thought to myself.

"Hey, you're the new tutor, aren't you?" he said enthusiastically. "Nice to meet you -- I'm Dennis -- call me Denny."

"I'm John," I said. I enjoyed his firm handshake.

"Fatty said you're a great teacher -- he's learning a lot from you," he said with a wide smile on his beautiful face.

I furrowed my eyebrows and he laughed.

"You know him as 'Raymond' -- we call him 'Fatty' -- he's our starting left tackle and we desperately need him to pass his exams so he can remain eligible to play."

I finally regained my composure and flashed him my biggest smile.

"Yes, he is coming along nicely," I said. "I think he'll be passing his exams."

So, 'Denny' is a football player, I mused. He must be pretty good if he's on scholarship.

"Are you here for a tutoring session?" I asked. 

He grinned and said, "Yes, but I'm the tutor."

I was embarrassed by my mistake and blushed. He didn't seem to notice.

"I've been doing this a couple years now," he added. "You know, hopefully I can make a difference and help them learn. I get a real sense of accomplishment when they pass their classes."

Wow, I thought. Not only is he a hunk of gorgeous man, but he's a nice guy, too.

"Yeah, I know what you mean," I responded. "It feels good when I see they're catching-on to what I'm teaching."

"So," he said, the smile gone from his face. "Are you on a break? Want to get some coffee or a soda?"

"No, uh, I have a student coming in...I was running to the soda machine when I ran into you..."

"I don't want to sound strange or anything, but are you working tomorrow night?" he asked.

"Ah, yeah, I start at 6," I said, wondering what he was getting at.

"Why don't you have dinner with me in our cafeteria? I guarantee you haven't eaten the way the jocks do here...you gotta see this place!" he said. His enthusiasm returned.

I blushed again. What on earth is going on here? It almost sounded like he was asking me out on a date.

I smiled and said, "Yeah, sure, okay...you're right -- the food in my cafeteria is hard as shoe leather and tastes like it, too!"

"Great!" he said. "I'll meet you here at 5 o'clock and we'll go eat before work!"

"Okay," I replied. "I'd love a good meal for a change."

Just then my student Raymond came up to us.

"How they hangin', Goldilocks?" he smiled at Denny.

They were the same height, but Raymond clearly outweighed Denny by a hundred pounds or more.

"Fatty! You here for some fancy 'book-learnin'?" Denny asked playfully.

"Yeah, this little guy makes it fun," he answered.

Denny and I smiled at one another then I led Raymond back to my cubicle.

On my walk home, I thought about Denny.

Do all his teammates call him 'Goldilocks'? I wondered. 

I mean, the name certainly fits. His good looks and long, curly blonde hair did make him look like he belonged in a fairy tale.

I didn't know what to make of his invitation. Was he coming on to me?

I laughed and felt embarrassed that I could think a studly football player was interested in me in any other way than as a friend. He was probably tired of hanging around with jocks all day and just wanted to have an actual conversation someone.

I was at the outer door of my building and reaching for my keys when I heard what sounded like a gas leak coming from the bushes next to the door.

"Psssst...psssst...."

Suddenly, a figure leapt out of the shadows and it startled me. 

"Hey, John," I recognized the accent.

"Lane," I said, catching my breath. "You scared the crap out of me!"

"Sorry about that," he apologized.

He wore the same ballcap he wore the night we met. It was pulled low, covering most of his face.

"What's going on, Lane...you want to talk or something?" I asked, even though I knew what he wanted.

"Ah, I...can I come inside?" he asked nervously.

I quickly opened the door, looked down the hallway, there was no one there. I opened my apartment door and we both scurried inside as though someone was chasing us.

"Thanks," he said.

"Sure," I replied.

He looked around my small living room then sat on the couch. He began breathing normally again and removed his ballcap. I could tell he wasn't sure if he should be here.

"Want anything to drink?" I asked.

He relaxed and smiled and said, "No, thanks."

"How'd it go tonight?" he asked.

"Pretty good," I said. "These guys really want to learn...that makes it so much easier...so when does 'swimming season' start?"

He chuckled and said, "Our first 'meet' is in two-weeks...I should be ready, I'm getting into shape, and my times are improving...."

I decided to get straight to the point -- I'm not one for small talk.




Dirty Little Secret Ch. 02



"You still look tense, Lane -- do you want a massage?"

I thought I detected a blush, but he has one of those swarthy faces where it's hard to distinguish something like that.

"Uh, yeah, I've been thinking about that since we talked the other day...."

"Let me go set it up," I said and disappeared into the bedroom.

I pulled the bedspread and top sheet off the double-bed and retrieved the non-porous plastic mat from the closet. After I carefully spread it out on the bed, I found the massage oils I'd used with Donny. Then I called Lane into the bedroom.

We both stood and stared at each other for a few seconds then I broke the silence.

"Well, unless you want to get your clothes oily, I would suggest taking them off."

This time I did see him blush.

"Well, I, uh...I don't want to be the only one -- what about you?" he asked softly.

"That's fair," I said. "Why don't we both strip to our underwear?"

"All right," he said.

To encourage him, I quickly took off my clothes until I stood before him in my red, string bikini briefs.

He stared at the bulge in my crotch. This is why I loved this type of underpants. These small briefs even made my 'package' look bigger.

He wasn't so shy anymore. He stripped until I saw he was wearing regular bikini briefs -- black, and he had a much larger bulge than mine. The outline of his semi-erect cock strained against the fabric.

I looked him up and down. His body was sleek and smooth; no hair anywhere. It was a very sexy look. His stomach was flat and hard. He was in super shape. I could easily see why he was a champion swimmer. I felt my prick thicken just looking at him. 

"Lie down on your stomach," I said, "and spread your legs." 

He didn't hesitate and lowered himself onto my bed until he was stretched out face-down. His back muscles looked tight and powerful.

I climbed between his thighs, and placed my lotions and creams on the table beside me. I pumped a few squirts of jojoba lotion on my hands, bent over and started with his shoulders and neck.

My hands were firm, but gentle. I didn't use the strong, hard grip that some people find more painful than pleasant.

His muscles were very tight; I could tell he was nervous about being here. I knew he didn't have much experience being intimate with other guys, and I suspected that night in the park was the first time he'd been there. 

I didn't care much for giving massages on a bed. It was awkward, I had to do a lot of reaching and stretching; it made my back hurt. 

I decided right then I would buy a good massage table. I had plenty of money in the bank, and with my boner throbbing in my briefs, I was reminded how much I loved running my hands over naked men. I would definitely being doing this quite often. 

A good massage table would be a nice investment. I became dizzy with images of naked men lying on my table, my hands stroking their oiled and glistening bodies; their pulsating hard cocks pointing upwards begging for attention.

Whoa boy, I told myself. Calm down -- focus....

My hands were working on his lower back, coming in contact with his briefs. I hooked my fingers inside the waistband.

"These have to come off," I said softly as I pulled down on the waistband.

He groaned and lifted his lower region off the bed to help me. I threw them on the floor and decided mine had to go as well. The crotch of my briefs was soaked with pre-cum and it was getting uncomfortable. Mine landed on the floor next to his.

His buttocks were as sleek and smooth as the rest of him. His body was perfectly proportioned for a swimmer. I could easily picture him gliding swiftly thru the water ahead of all his competitors.

I pumped more lotion on my hands and went to work on his sciatic nerve.

I kneaded and squeezed each butt cheek over-and-over. My hands stroked his upper thighs. Then I used one hand on his buttocks and the other on his thighs eliciting loud moans of pleasure from his open mouth.

His hips began an imperceptible grinding into the plastic sheet below him. I knew he was getting excited and he would cum before I could turn him over and get to his cock.

I quickly wiped my hands and found the bottle of Sweet Almond Oil. I oiled both my hands and returned to his buttocks. 

His legs were stretched far enough apart to give me easy access between his cheeks. I remembered how he had reacted the night in his car when I massaged his anus.

My oiled finger went to his perineum and slowly rubbed back-and-forth from his perineum to his anus. He moaned and wiggled his bottom at my touch.

Finally, I concentrated on just his anus; he groaned louder and louder and I wondered how far I could go with this before he objected.

My finger began making circular motions on his rosebud. Now, his hips aggressively pushed against the sheet. 

I grabbed the bottle of oil with my free hand and poured more on my finger. I became bold and pushed the tip of my finger into his entrance.

"OH-GODDDD....." he groaned.

I squirted oil directly on my finger and his anus then slowly pushed my finger inside him. I withdrew the finger, coated it and his anus with more oil and relentlessly pushed it all the way inside his asshole. 

"UUUNNNGGGGHHHHHHH........." he cried out. But he didn't tell me to stop.

The walls of his asshole clamped onto my finger. I knew he was fighting it; he was clenching, trying to dislodge my finger. 

I was sure he'd never been invaded there before, and now, as much as I knew he loved it, his guilt-ridden mind refused to accept the pleasure he felt.

With my free hand, I grasped some butt flesh between my thumb and forefinger and pinched him hard. He yelped in pain, but he relaxed and his passage was loose enough to enable me to finger-fuck his asshole.

A sudden change overtook him. Using his knees for balance, he raised his hind quarters and began to push against my finger; this gave me easy access to his throbbing cock.

My oiled hand stroked his cock while my finger sawed in-and-out of his asshole.

I couldn't believe how much he loved being finger-fucked. I had thought he was a definite 'top', but now?

I watched him clutch a pillow to his face. He screamed and shouted into the pillow as a flood of cum escaped his balls and shot wildly out of his madly jerking cock. His hips made short, jerking motions on the finger in his ass as he shot stream after stream of cum onto the sheet.

I wanted to reach down and jerk my own aching prick but my hands were already busy.

I'd never been so excited in my life watching a man cum. The power I felt over him was indescribable. I was sure I had given him the best orgasm he had ever experienced.

When he was finished he collapsed on the bed and I released his shrinking prick as my finger slid out of his asshole.

I wasn't sure what to do next. I decided to lie on top of his back. I caressed his arms and kissed his neck. I was so excited I began grinding my hard-on against his buttocks. The feel of my hot, throbbing prick on his smooth flesh was incredible.

I wasn't sure how he would react to this; it thrilled me when he began pushing his butt against my prick. A few more seconds went by then I gave a muted cry of joy as my prick spewed and smeared cum on his creamy buttocks. I shook and spasmed and gasped then finally came to rest on top of him.

I stayed like that until the room quit spinning, and my eyes could focus. He seemed to like me on top of him. 

I kissed his neck then climbed off the bed. He turned his head and looked into my eyes.

"That was -- that was...I mean...oh my God...." was all he could say.

I didn't know what to say either. I just said the first thing that popped into my head.

"I'd like to get a real massage table...it gets a little awkward -- and messy on the bed."

He had kind of an average-looking face, but when he smiled he lit up, and he looked vaguely handsome.

"You mean it would be better with a table? How is that possible?" he asked wondrously.

I smiled and said, "I never got a chance to massage your front."

He laughed and said, "Ohhh, yes you did!"

"Well, not the way I wanted," I said. "Wait a second...."

I saw him begin to move off the bed, but I stopped him and used a face towel to wipe my cum off his buttocks. I'd spewed a copious load on his flesh.

We talked while I removed and cleaned the plastic sheet from the bed. I was relieved when I found it easy to talk with him. I was afraid all we'd have in common would be sex. 

When I was finished cleaning we stood awkwardly in the bedroom, both of us still naked and coated with massage oil.

"Why don't we take a shower and wash this stuff off?" I suggested.

He paused for a second then said "Yeah, okay."

In the shower, I soaped the oil off his back and buttocks. When I pressed the bar of soap between his asscheeks and ran it up and down his crack, he groaned. I glanced around to his front-side and saw his cock was stiff once again. I reached around with both hands and soaped-up his hard prick.

He groaned with disappointment when I removed my hands.

I gently, but insistently turned him until he was facing me and then I dropped to my knees. I let the shower spray wash the soap from his cock and balls before I took his hardness into my mouth.

This is what I wanted to do earlier but never got the chance.

I gave him a long and loving blowjob. I caressed his shaft and teased his balls with my hands as my lips and tongue savored his texture and taste. I lapped at his pre-cum and licked around the crown of his cockhead.

When my tongue traced a prominent vein on the underside of his cock he moaned and took hold of my head with his hands. He suddenly thrust forward until his cock burrowed into my mouth and hit the back of my throat. I gagged and he pulled back.

He did his best to stand still while I bobbed my head back-and-forth over his expanding penis. I massaged his ball sac and stroked his long and slender shaft. 

His groans became louder and his hips began short, quick jerks and my finger found his anus. I pushed my soapy finger all the way inside him.

"OOOHHHHHHH---GODDDD---YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS...." he cried out as his balls erupted and filled my mouth with cum.

I didn't think he'd have much semen left in his balls after his first climax -- I was wrong -- he filled my greedily sucking mouth three-times and I savored and swallowed each mouthful.

When his spasms subsided, I licked his cock clean. 

I stood and put my arms around him and we hugged. When I moved my face close to his he turned away. I had wondered if he'd kiss my mouth after he'd cum in it, now I had my answer.

I was disappointed. Donnie loved to kiss me after I had swallowed his load.

Oh well, I thought. This is all new to Lane. It might take time for him to get used to being with a guy.

He felt my boner pressing against his thigh and grabbed the soap and began rubbing it up-and-down my shaft.

I was thrilled! He decided to become an active participant in our budding relationship.

He gently turned me until my back was to him and he reached around and took my hard prick in his hand. 

He began stroking it; he squeezed it too hard and I guided him until his touch was the way I liked it.

In my limited experience, the three guys I'd been with all liked it when I squeezed their cock hard. I preferred a softer touch.

His soapy fingers glided quickly back-and-forth. I knew it wouldn't take me long to cum, having a hard penis in my mouth always brought me to the edge.

A couple minute later I wriggled my ass back against him and his hand moved faster.

"OH-GOD---OH-GOD---OH-GOD---OH-GOD...." I cried out as my lust raced out of my balls and thru my shaft. I spewed cum all over the shower wall.

When I was finished, and a little weak in the knees, I turned and we hugged. He still wouldn't kiss me on the lips.

When we were finished, he dressed, and I just slipped into my briefs. We sat on the couch, and I felt perfectly comfortable being nearly naked with him. It didn't seem to bother him, either.

"John," he said, "I want to buy you a massage table."

Wow! I thought. That came out of nowhere.

"You don't have to do that," I said. "I've been meaning to buy one myself."

"No-no---I insist! I want to do this!" he was almost begging me.

His sincerity touched my heart. I saw the earnestness on his face. He really did want to do this.

"Oh, all right...." I said.

He told me the name of a store he knew that stocked physical fitness equipment, that he'd been there before and had seen massage tables. He suggested we go the next day.

"Yeah, sure," I said. The next day was Thursday, and I didn't have anything planned for the time between my classes and tutoring. 

I said: "I can drive, or do you want to?"

He looked at me and hesitated for a split second then said, "Uh, is it all right if we just meet there? I, uh, need to get some work done on my car afterwards."

"Oh...sure, okay...." I replied.

I met Lane at 'Body World' the next afternoon. We slowly looked over their inventory of massage tables. The prices ranged from $120 to as high as $1,200. We were having a difficult time making a decision. None of them were what we wanted, or expected.

A salesman came over and described the merits of each one. We looked them over a second time. 

Lane finally asked, "Is this all you have?"

The salesman's eyes narrowed as he stared first at Lane then me.

"I do have a table that you boys might enjoy, but it's awfully expensive," he said.

I didn't like the way he'd said, "You boys". It came out of his mouth sounding almost dirty.

"Show it to us," Lane said.

We followed the salesman into a small room. 

"Gentlemen," he said, pointing to an obviously expensive table, "the Eros 5000...it's the very best equipment for, well, shall we say, those who wish to experience 'the ultimate massage'."

I was taken aback when I looked at it. The table was blatantly made for sex, no mistaking that. 

Instead of a wide and long, one-piece table, you could clearly see divisions where arms and legs would be placed, and leather straps could be used as restraints.

The salesman pressed a button on a panel on the side of the table and Lane and I watched as the arms and legs separated. They separated quite a ways apart. Anyone lying on the table would have their legs stretched very wide apart.

He pressed another button and the 'legs' began folding up and back. It conjured up obscene images in my mind. I looked at Lane and thought I saw his eyes glaze-over.

"How much?" I asked.

The salesman coughed then said, "$1,800...since this is last year's model, and we're expecting the new one to arrive any day, I have been authorized to sell this for only $1,600 today!"

I laughed and said, "C'mon Lane, let's look in the other room again."

He didn't move. He walked to the table and stared at the leather restraint cuffs. 

It surprised me when I saw a bulge form in his slacks. 

Oh my, I thought. This Kentucky swimming champion has a kinky side to him.

"We'll take it!" I heard him say.

"Lane," I said, "it's too expensive!"

He looked at me and I saw his face was flushed. His eyes twinkled with excitement.

"I can afford it, John, don't worry about it, okay?" he said rather testily.

"Oh -- sure, okay...." I replied backing away from him. It was obviously his hard dick talking.

I began thinking that it wouldn't fit in my car the way it was now. I wondered how we'd get it to my place. They would have to deliver it.

Once Lane and the salesman were finished with the transaction; a couple of guys wearing blue smocks brought out two long boxes.

Oh great, I thought sarcastically. We're going to have to assemble it ourselves.

After some difficulty, the guys finally had the boxes loaded in my car and they returned to the store. 

I turned to Lane and asked, "Want to hang-out for a while?"

"Uh, I can't -- the coach called a special practice -- I gotta get going or I'll be late," he said. 

He opened his car door, and before he climbed inside he turned and asked, "Can I come over tonight at the usual time?"

Huh? I thought. He'd been to my place one night and we suddenly have 'a usual time'?

"Ah, yeah, sure...I'll see you then," I said.

On my way home I asked myself, did he just lie to me? Last night he said his car needed some work, today he said he had swimming practice.

What's going on here? Does a coach really call a special practice for swimming? Why would Lane lie to me?

It occurred to me what was happening: he didn't want to be seen with me.

I felt hurt and betrayed. I'd given him the best orgasms of his life and this is the way he treats me?

Calm down and think logically, John, I told myself.

Lane was thinking that everyone knew I was gay (which wasn't true -- no one knew) so if he was seen with me, everyone would think he was gay, too.

That was why he lurked in the shadows when he followed me home...why I had to let him know if anyone was in my hallway when he finally had the nerve to come inside...that was why he stayed in the dark at Penis Park with his ballcap pulled over his face.

Suddenly, my heart went out to him. I felt his pain and loneliness. I knew the despair he was feeling.

He was trying hard to protect his dirty little secret. I knew exactly what he was going through. The hurt and anger I felt was unwarranted and selfish; I vowed to try and be more understanding and supportive.

A thought popped into my head. I came to a traffic signal and made a right turn that took me in the opposite direction of the university. Twenty minutes later, on the outskirts of town, I saw the sign: 'Walt's World of Whoopie'.

I looked around the parking lot; not many cars were there this early in the day. I parked behind the building, there were more cars, but I didn't recognize any of them.

I took a deep breath and went inside. I'd never been there before so I stopped and looked around. I spotted an overhead sign dangling from the ceiling that read 'Pleasure Toys'.

With great interest, I carefully looked over the large assortment of phallic-shaped dildos and vibrators. My mind began to conjure up different scenarios of how I could use these 'toys' with Lane. 

When my prick stiffened in my briefs I took a deep breath and told myself to get serious, I was here for a reason so find what you want and get out of this place.

I had no experience with any of these toys, and wasn't sure what I was looking for. I knew what I wanted, I had a clear picture of it in my mind, but I didn't know if something like that even existed.

Then I saw the 'Crystal Jellies Anal Starter Kit'. The small box contained a clear, veiny phallus, almost six-inches in length, and an inch wide. The box also contained 'Smooth & Slick Lubricant', and the 'Universal Toy Cleaner'. 

It wasn't exactly what I had in mind, but it was the closest thing I could find. 

I was embarrassed when the old man behind the counter smirked as he read the box. 

He looked at me and said, "You're kinda young for something like this, kid."

"It's for a friend," I sheepishly said.

"Uh-huh," he replied. 

Then he looked around and leaned forward and whispered thru his yellow teeth: "You're a cute boy, c'mon to the back room with me and I'll show you the real thing -- my dick isn't as big as the one you're buying so you should be able to take it in your tight, little boy-pussy nice 'n easy."

All at once I felt shock, embarrassment, shame, guilt and anger. My hand trembled as I slapped a twenty-dollar-bill on the counter. I knew my face was beet red.

"I don't think so...." I said thru clenched teeth. 

He laughed as I grabbed the bag and almost ran out of the place.

The only thing I thought of on the drive home was, how did he know I was gay?




Dirty Little Secret Ch. 02



I was thrilled when I saw the empty parking space immediately behind my living room window. It was the closest one to the side door.

I opened my back door and contemplated my next move. I wasn't sure I could carry the boxes myself, but I certainly didn't want anyone else knowing what was in the boxes.

The boxes were long, wide and heavy. They were resting on the back seat, but were long enough to be leaning over the front headrests, as well.

I struggled trying to wriggle the top box out of the car's back door. I turned it every which way until finally I could pull it outside. It contained the 'legs' and 'motor' and it was damn heavy. 

I carried it a few feet then rested then continued until I reached the side door. I unlocked the door, held it open with my foot then grunted and heaved until I got the box inside the building. I propped open the door to my apartment, and dragged the box inside and laid it down on the living room floor.

As I walked back to the car I took deep, gulping breaths of air.

I had the same problem with the second box. I figured it would be easier to maneuver but I was wrong. I was bent over, leaning inside the car when I heard a familiar voice.

"John, let me help you with that..."

Oh my God -- it was Denny! I didn't want him to see what was inside the box.

"Oh, hi, Denny," I said, as I abruptly stood up to face him. "Ah, it's no problem -- I can do it -- thanks anyway!"

"Don't be silly," he said, "...that thing is almost as tall as you...here, let me help."

I felt his hand on my chest and he gently pushed me aside then reached into the car and easily pulled out the box.

The name of the massage table was stamped on the side away from him. He carried it into my apartment like it weighed almost nothing. 

As nervous as I was that he would see what he was carrying for me, I have to admit his glistening, rippling muscles thrilled me. Perspiration covered his exposed flesh, and his beautiful, long curly hair was disheveled. I guessed he'd been jogging.

He set the box on top of the other one then asked, "Are you a masseuse?"

Damn, I thought, he saw the name on the box.

"No, uh, no, not really," I said, trying to sound nonchalant. "I've got some experience, but I'm not a professional."

"That's an expensive table for a non-professional," he said.

"I didn't pay for it," I blurted out, and immediately regretted I said it. 

"Ah, a friend of mine is a swimmer -- he paid for it..." I said and wanted to slap myself for saying that, too. 

Now I needed to do some damage control.

"He says I have better hands than the massage therapist he goes to now." 

I couldn't believe I kept saying things I shouldn't be saying. I turned away from Denny as I felt my face redden.

He chuckled and said, "Yeah, I know what he means. I don't care much for the university's trainers either...maybe someday you could give me a massage -- I get awfully sore after a game."

"Ah, yeah sure," I said, as an image of him lying naked on the table came to mind. 

"Are we still on for dinner tonight? Meet me at five and I'll take you to the 'jocks' cafeteria -- you'll love the food!" he said enthusiastically. 

"That sounds great -- I'll meet you at five," I said, relieved that the massage table was no longer the topic of conversation.

After Denny left, I stared at the two big boxes in my living room. I pictured the assembled table we saw in the showroom and wondered, 'Where the hell am I going to put this thing?'

I looked around the living room; I imagined re-arranging the furniture, but there still wouldn't be enough room for the table.

I went into the bedroom. Right away I saw a possibility. 

If I moved the bed closer to the door, and shifted the chest of drawers next to the bed, the table would fit near the back wall next to the window with enough space to stand on either side of it.

I dragged the boxes into the bedroom. I opened the box that contained the legs, and read the instructions.

I can do this, I told myself. I'd helped my dad on several occasions with his 'projects'. 

After I retrieved the tool box from the trunk of the car (my father had insisted I had a full range of tools because "All men have tools"), I went to work.

It's amazing how quick and easy a project can be when you follow the instructions.

The last thing I had to do was install the batteries in the motor. After that I stepped back and admired my handiwork. The table looked great and it was rock solid. 

I felt the same satisfaction that I experienced whenever one of my students understood what I was teaching them.

I had a strong hunch I'd be seeing Lane that night. I still had two-three 'sex toys' I'd used with Donny so I laid them on the counter beside the lotions and creams and the new dildo.

The table worked like advertised. I played with the buttons on the motor and learned how to set the table in some very risqué, and downright dirty positions. 

It was easy imagining Lane in these positions, but when I thought of Denny I couldn't picture him as the submissive-type who would allow himself to be sexually manipulated this way.

At least I hoped not. It wouldn't be much of a relationship if we were both submissive.

Stop thinking like this, I scolded myself. Quit getting your hopes up for a guy you are pretty damn sure is straight.

There wasn't much time until I was to meet Denny for dinner. I showered, and shaved again, even though my light stubble was barely visible. I carefully dried my hair so it would come out just right.

I had butterflies in my stomach. I wondered why I was so nervous.

You're not going on a date, I told myself. Relax -- it's only dinner.

I was ten minutes early and was pleasantly surprised to see Denny waiting for me.

He smiled before he said anything. Oh my God what a beautiful smile! 

Seeing his freshly washed golden, curly hair, his big, bright blue eyes and his six-foot two solid, manly body, I broke out in my own wide smile.

When I got close to him he stood awkwardly, kind of swaying back and forth until he unexpectedly thrust his hand forward. I was momentarily surprised by his gesture but quickly recovered and reached out and shook his hand.

That was odd, I thought. He seems more nervous than me. Is there something going on here? 

We only had an hour for dinner, our tutoring sessions started at six. 

I walked beside him and listened as he pointed out various rooms and items of interest on our way to the dining hall. 

He hadn't exaggerated. The building where the athlete's lived was much bigger, the rooms more spacious, and the quality of the furnishings much more elegant and expensive. 

I remembered Professor Van Dyke saying with some resentment "...it is a crying shame these oversized glandular cases receive special treatment while real students, the ones who are here for the purpose of learning and growing intellectually, are treated like second-class citizens...oh well, these 'special needs' kids do finance our department and most others on campus...that's why it's so important to help these kids pass their classes."

To say the jock's cafeteria was great would be an understatement. 

There was a prime rib station where a uniformed employee sliced-off however big a slab of meat you desired; a grill where you told the cook the type of steak and the temperature you wanted; a buffet line with at least five kinds of potatoes, and various veggies and side dishes. There was a pizza oven and a kid who was busy kneading dough.

I counted six employees, aside from the cooks, whose main job was to replenish the buffet --it was steady and fast work. The jocks ate like there was no tomorrow.

It appeared the entire football team was there. I'd never in my life seen such huge men all in one place. I was staring in awe as the biggest guy I'd ever seen walked by our table carrying two trays overflowing with meat and potatoes.

"That's Brutus, our left guard," Denny said. "They have him on a 7,500-calories-per-day diet...he can eat six steaks at dinner, a pizza, and a ton of potatoes...at breakfast he eats a dozen eggs by himself."

"That's incredible," I said.

"Hey, Goldilocks," I heard someone call out. I looked up and saw someone Denny's size staring down at us.

"No self-abuse tonight -- I don't want you dropping my passes tomorrow," he laughed.

"There isn't a pass you can throw I couldn't catch," Denny said to the guy.

I knew enough about football to understand the guy was the teams' quarterback.

I saw him take a quick glance at me then he winked at Denny, and said, "Oh, pardon me -- looks like you found someone to give you a hand tonight...awfully young, isn't he, Goldilocks? Be careful -- he looks like jailbait to me!"

I felt my face redden from the crude inference, but at the same time my heart raced with excitement and exhilaration. My questions had been answered. All doubts had been erased. A rush of adrenaline coursed thru my body. My happiness and joy soared to new heights. 

OH MY GOD, my mind shouted with glee. DENNY IS GAY! HOW FREAKING WONDERFUL IS THIS??

Denny chuckled at his words then turned to me and said, "John, I'm so sorry -- these guys are pretty rude...."

We ate in silence for a couple minutes before Denny cleared his throat and looked at me with a serious expression on his beautiful face.

"I, ah...I probably should have told you I was gay...I hope...I hope that doesn't change things between us," he said.

I stared at him but didn't see anything. I was preoccupied with my mind screaming and shouting at me to 'TELL HIM—TELL HIM—TELL HIM YOU'RE GAY TOO -- COME OUT OF THE DAMN CLOSET AND TELL HIM -- YOU LIKE HIM -- YOU WANT TO GET CLOSE TO HIM -- NOW IS THE TIME TO ADMIT WHO YOU ARE -- TELL HIM -- TELL HIM -- TELL HIM....'

"No...no, that doesn't bother me...." I said.

I felt the bitter bile of self-loathing and hatred rise in my belly and stick in my throat. I hoped I would choke on it. 

I was sitting across from a wonderful man who obviously lived an open and honest life. A football player, no less, who everyone knew to be gay, and it didn't bother him in the least. He even took their jokes good-naturedly. 

I'm a coward, I thought. Worse -- a gutless, spineless, cretin-of-a-boy who would rather live his life in misery and shame than admit his dirty little secret. 

I don't deserve a man like Denny, I thought. I'll forever be hiding in the shadows, on my knees, sucking-off faceless, nameless, anonymous men whose only interest is to use my mouth as a receptacle for their pleasure then discard me like some cheap cumslut.

"John, are you alright?" I heard Denny say thru the haze in my mind. 

I focused my eyes on Denny and returned to reality.

"Yeah, ah, sorry...I kind of drifted-off into space," I said with nervous laughter.

"I hope it was a nice journey to a pleasant place...." he said with all sincerity.

I think it was those simple words that caused me to fall in love with him.

It turned out Denny and I must have been the main topic of conversation that night in the dining hall. The three football-player-students I tutored that evening all had a comment or two about us.

"You two make a nice couple," said Pork Chop. He was called that for obvious reasons. When he walked by us earlier that evening he must have had seven pork chops on his dinner tray. "You remind me of my folks...my dad is six-foot-five and my mother is four-feet-ten -- what are you -- five-one -- five-two?"

"Five-feet-seven," I corrected him.

"Same difference," he said.

Later, Killer, the middle linebacker on the team said, "You know, if you're gonna be a fag you might as well be one with Goldilocks -- he's gonna make a ton of money when he turns pro."

Even Fatty had something to say: "Hang on to that guy, cutie-pie...he's a helluva catch!"

Then he broke out in mindless laughter and said, "Get it? A helluva 'catch'? He's a receiver so I said 'catch' -- get it?"

I smiled and said, "Yeah-yeah -- I get it."

For some strange reason all of these comments made me feel good. For the first time in my life it didn't bother me that people thought I was gay. 

Here I was: A gay guy who no one knew was gay, with people assuming I'm gay because I had dinner with a gay athlete who was not ashamed to admit he's gay.

All these people wishing me well on a non-existent relationship gave me a warm glow inside. It made me feel like I had an actual boyfriend and everyone approved.

Get a grip on reality, John, I told myself. Denny is not your boyfriend so quit living in fantasyland.

I finished with my student before Denny so I waited patiently outside the room. He and his student came out a few minutes later. When we were alone we spoke. 

"I want to thank you again for dinner tonight -- you were right -- that is one great cafeteria...you spoiled me, I don't know how I can eat the slop in my cafeteria ever again!"

He smiled and said, "You don't have to -- you can eat with me anytime you want."

We slowly walked to the exit. I was aware that he was going out of his way to walk with me. We made pleasant small talk, comparing our tutoring sessions. Conversation came easy between us. We never had any awkward pauses or silence.

"We have a game tomorrow, and I was wondering if...well, I don't know if you like football or not, but if you want to go to the game I could leave a ticket for you at will-call," he said rather shyly. 

His question took me by surprise. A warm glow spread over me. "What's 'will-call'?" I asked.

He laughed and said, "Next to the main ticket booth is a window that says 'Will Call' -- that's where people pick up free tickets that players and coaches leave -- all the athletes in every sport are allowed two free tickets a game -- if you want to go I can leave you two tickets."

My heart was racing. It felt like he was asking me out on a date. 

My face reddened at the thought, but I quickly replied, "I'd love to go -- I only need one ticket though...."

On the way home I was floating in the clouds with all sorts of ridiculous fantasies about Denny and me. I pictured us going to movies and restaurants; holding hands in public; being invited to parties as a couple; living life unashamed. 

I was reaching for the keys to my building when I heard the hissing noise again. 

"Pssst...pssst...."

:Damn," I said out loud. "My tires have sprung a leak."

"Very funny," I heard Lane say from the bushes.

I looked around; no one else was within sight so I waved to him and whispered "C'mon, it's safe." 

When he scampered out of the bushes I saw he was wearing the same ballcap with the bill pulled low over his face. He frantically looked around to make sure no one was near. I quickly opened the outer door then deftly switched keys and opened the door to my apartment.

Safely inside, with the door bolted closed, he removed the cap and I saw the look of relief on his face.

I felt sorry for him. He was so embarrassed and guilt-ridden by his feelings for men my heart went out to him. I knew exactly what he was experiencing.

Then I thought: You're like that, too, John. You act just as silly as him.

"Were you able to, ah, I mean, did you have time to set-up the massage table?" he asked, without so much as saying 'hello'.

"Yeah," I said, "and it looks great and I learned how to operate the motor."

I saw his eyes glaze over. He was so eager to lie down on the table his breathing was already irregular.

"C'mon," I said and he followed me to the bedroom.

When I switched on the light, he gasped when he saw the table. I'd left the legs of the table bent upwards and spread wide apart. 

I moved close and put my arms around him. I tried to hug him, and at the same time, I leaned in for a kiss. His arms remained at his side and when my lips came close to his he turned his head. Out of embarrassment, I went ahead and kissed his cheek.

So this is how it's going to be, I thought to myself. I was disappointed and my feelings were hurt. It appeared this was going to be a one-sided relationship and it would all revolve around him.

Strange thoughts began filling my head; ideas that were foreign to my nature, but appealed to me nonetheless. 

I quickly undressed until I stood before him in my string, bikini briefs. 

I looked at the skimpy gym shorts and tee shirt he was wearing.

"I, ah, I told my roommate I was going running -- he hates running so whenever I want to be alone I tell him that," said Lane.

"Well c'mon, baby -- STRIP!" I said.

My forcefulness surprised both of us.

He quickly yanked his tee shirt over his head exposing his smooth and sleek swimmers torso. I took a deep breath; I loved his physique; my prick began moving in my briefs.

I saw the bulge straining against the front of his shorts. I wasn't sure, but the material of his shorts seemed to be made of silk, or some other soft and smooth fabric. I noticed what appeared to be a stain on the front of his navy blue gym shorts.

Good grief, I thought, he's already leaking pre-cum. 

He seemed hesitant about removing his shorts so I grasped the waistband with two hands and pushed them down his hips and legs until they were bunched at his feet. He wasn't wearing underwear. 

He gasped as his cock stood straight out. He was definitely excited; I saw more pre-cum oozing from his slit. 

"C'mon," I said, and grabbed his hard cock and pulled him to the table. 

I pressed a button; the legs lowered so they were flat, but I left them wide apart.

"Lay down on your tummy, baby," I said, wondering where the 'baby' came from; I never talk like that.

I stood between his spread legs and squirted some lotion on his back and buttocks and began massaging and kneading his smooth flesh.

"Aren't you going to, ah, you know, use the leather cuffs?" he asked in a small and rather whiny voice.

Ohhh, I thought, so that's his game. He's a submissive who needs to be restrained; that way, he can receive his pleasure without guilt. 

Afterwards, he can say "Yes, I liked it, but I was tied down -- what could I do?"

"Oh yeah, baby," I replied. "That will come soon enough -- just lie there and enjoy the massage."

I was going to use the restraints, alright, but first I wanted to get him ready. I'd developed a plan and was going to stick with it.

I loved the feel of his silky flesh beneath my hands. His sleek and powerful swimmer's shoulders excited me. I felt his tenseness and gently, but firmly, kneaded his muscles until I felt him relax.

He groaned when I started to massage his buttocks. I didn't spend much time on the round globes themselves, but rather I oiled my fingers, squirted more oil between his cheeks, and concentrated my efforts from his perineum to his anus.

His moans made my prick stiffen.

I squeezed more oil on my hand and reached below the table where his hard cock and scrotum were dangling in mid-air. 

His body jerked and spasmed when my oily hand stroked his cock; I rubbed oil on his balls and massaged them one at a time. His moans grew louder. I was afraid my neighbor would hear us thru the thin walls.

His arms, legs and torso were thrashing about making it difficult for me to focus. I decided it was time to use the cuffs.

"Turn over, baby," I whispered. "Show me that beautiful cock of yours."

He groaned loudly at my words. I'm sure he didn't expect 'dirty talk'.

I marveled how solid the table was as he flipped over; I congratulated myself on doing a good job.

His cock was fully engorged; a throbbing, purple pole of steel. His cockhead was covered with pre-cum.

I wasted no time attaching his wrists and ankles to the table. He whimpered and murmured "Oh my" thru-out the process. He tested the restraints and they worked beautifully -- his arms and legs were locked into place.




Dirty Little Secret Ch. 02



The waist restraint was slightly more difficult, but when I finished, his body was completely immobilized -- he couldn't move anything at all except his neck. He was totally at my mercy.

I spread lotion on his hairless chest. My own cock throbbed in my briefs from the feel of his sexy, hot flesh. I freed my prick and my briefs fell to the floor. I gave my hardness a few strokes with my oiled hand. The sensations overwhelmed me and I groaned along with Lane.

When I pinched and rolled his nipples he moaned a little too loud. I remembered how noisy he was in the car the night we met and decided it was time for action.

I had already laid the thick penis gag on the table. It was the same one that Donny had used on me. When I pressed it against his lips Lane opened his eyes. He was going to say something, but I took the opportunity of his open lips to push the gag into his mouth. I fastened the straps around his head.

His eyes bulged wide; his head rolled side to side; it appeared he didn't like the gag in his mouth. I squeezed and stroked his cock; that stopped any protest he was trying to communicate with me. 

I knew for sure he wouldn't like what I was going to do next.

I held his balls in my hand then encircled the top of his sac with thumb and forefinger squeezing hard enough to force his balls low in his scrotum. My free hand brought a small leather cuff to where his balls were dangling, and using both hands, I fastened the strap around the top of his scrotum until it was tight.

His balls were trapped in his lower scrotum and wouldn't be able to contract; in other words, he wouldn't be able to cum until I unfastened the strap. 

Now, he was totally at my mercy.

His head thrashed about and the gag in his mouth muffled his frantic cries. His wild eyes bugged-out at me like I was a maniac out to hurt him.

"Don't worry, baby, you're gonna love this...." I said soothingly as I stroked the sweat off his furrowed brow.

I poured more oil on his cock and vigorously stroked it. His complaints suddenly stopped. He rested his head and closed his eyes while soft mewls of delight escaped from his gagged mouth.

It was time for me to move on to 'Phase Two'.

I made sure my middle finger was well-oiled then pressed it against his anus and made soft, circular motions. His groans grew deeper.

I worked the tip of my finger past the tight ring into his anus. When he strained against his bonds, I paused for two seconds then slowly pushed my finger all the way into his hole. I didn't stop until the palm of my hand was pressing against his smooth asscheeks.

The walls of his asshole clutched my finger and tried to expel it. I held my ground and repeatedly told him to "Relax, baby...relax baby...."

The pressure on my finger lessened so I began a slow in-out motion. I withdrew the finger to the tip then pushed it back inside him. I watched his face; fascinated at his change in demeanor.

His eyelids fluttered and I heard him thru the penis gag moan "Yes --oh yes-yes-yes...."

I reached for the three-quarter-inch hard rubber tube that Donny often used to loosen and stretch my hole before he fucked me. When it was shiny with oil, I deftly replaced my finger with the tip of the rubber dildo. 

A low, animal-like growl escaped from the sides of the gag. I gently pushed the tube all the way into his asshole. His eyes glazed over; they rapidly opened and closed, I knew if he hadn't been wearing the penis gag he would have had a wide smile on his face.

As I worked the tube faster and harder in-and-out of his asshole, I looked at the newly purchased dildo on the table. A wave of sympathy for him washed over me; I decided it was too big to use in his virgin hole. It could wait for a future rendezvous.

I had wanted to ram that big dildo in-and-out of his ass to get even with him. He had lied to me, and I knew he was using me for his own pleasure, but now, I couldn't go thru with it -- it just wasn't in my nature to intentionally hurt someone. 

A sudden idea came to mind. A wicked idea I'd never thought of before. I wondered if I could even do it. Would my body cooperate?

I studied the angle and adjusted the table to make it possible. My hand holding the rubber tube slowed down until the tip of the tube was just inside his anus. I came to a complete stop and paused.

His eyelids opened and I saw the puzzled expression as his eyes searched mine wondering what I was doing.

I took my hard prick in hand then swiftly removed the tube and quickly placed my cockhead to his anus and pushed forward until I felt the head of my prick enter his virgin asshole.

I stood there feeling his hot flesh engulf my cockhead. It felt so wonderful I knew I would cum at any second so I reached down and encircled my own sac with finger and thumb and pushed my swollen balls further down until the crisis had passed. 

His wide-eyes stared at me with a look of surprise, embarrassment and lust. He had been so deeply in denial of his queerness I'm sure it never occurred to him he'd be on the receiving end of an ass-fucking.

This was a delicate moment -- a defining moment in his life. Did he really want this? I certainly wasn't going to force myself on him. There was no way I would take him against his will.

My cockhead involuntarily throbbed and expanded in his hole. He groaned and I watched his eyes roll back in their sockets.

Then he mumbled something thru the gag I couldn't understand. I listened closely; he shut his eyes, relaxed his head and I finally comprehended what he was saying.

Even thru the gag I clearly heard him say, "More...more...more...."

I poured more oil on my hand then slowly pushed my hips forward. His groans grew louder with every millimeter of cock I pushed into him. The tightness of his hole brought me to the brink of orgasm again and I was forced to push my balls back down in their sac.

My own head swam in lust and desire. The hardness of my cock amazed me. 

The only other person in my life I tried to fuck was Theresa, and that turned out disastrously. Every time my cock touched her pussy-lips it went soft. That was when I knew I was gay. I'd experienced no desire or passion to fuck her.

Not so now. My heart was racing as I slowly pushed my four-inch dick into Lane's asshole until I felt my belly against his asscheeks. 

OH MY GOD! The walls of his asshole clutching my cock were indescribably delicious.

My cock throbbed and expanded again; Lane's muffled moans grew louder. I slowly worked my hardness in-and-out of his wonderfully tight hole.

I stroked his cock in rhythm with my fucking. I knew I wouldn't last long, hell, I didn't want to last. I wanted to know how it felt to actually shoot a load of cum inside another human being -- I'd never done that before.

We were both moaning incessantly. My small hips were a blur as I frantically fucked Lane's now-deflowered asshole. The idea that I was his first fuck added fuel to the already blazing fire I felt in my balls.

There was one thing I had to do before I could completely surrender to my lust.

My trembling fingers fumbled with the strap on his scrotum. I unfastened it, let it drop to the floor then held his balls in place with my thumb and finger. I couldn't hold back any longer.

It was a mind-numbing climax. The first load felt like my cock had fired a pistol. I released my grip on his scrotum; his balls contracted and his long-delayed climax came shooting out of his cock like a water-cannon.

We both unloaded huge amounts of semen and sperm. I did my best to muffle my cries of joy and pleasure. 

The sensations my cock felt in his tight asshole were incredible. It had never occurred to me to fuck another man. I had always wanted to be the one who bent over and let the man thrust his hard cock in-and-out of my hole, but now I experienced some confusion over my gay identity.

Is it possible to be a 'bottom' AND a 'top'? 

When his cock went limp in my hand I fell forward onto his heaving chest. My own shrinking dick fell from his hole and we could hear my cum dripping from his asshole onto the plastic sheet I'd laid below the table.

When I was able, I stood, and removed the penis gag from his mouth. His breathing was still irregular.

I stood by his head and leaned over to kiss him. He turned his head sideways, avoiding my mouth. I took hold of his head in my hands, held him still, and pressed my lips to his. I forcefully kissed him, and was able to pry his lips apart and push my tongue into his mouth.

He tried moving his head, but couldn't. He protested in my mouth groaning "No-no-no...", but I gave no quarter, I was determined to make him accept my kisses. 

I grew weary of having to hold his head in place so I found the head-strap on the table, and gently secured it over his forehead. When I fastened the strap he couldn't move his head at all. 

His protests, muffled by my mouth on his, grew frantic. He didn't want to kiss another guy, but I was determined to help him in his burgeoning sexuality. 

His reluctance was rather silly, but understandable. He'd experienced the best climax in his life with a guy fucking him in the ass, but in his own mind, that was a random act; kissing a man was personal. If he enjoyed kissing me that would force him to surrender and admit once and for all that he was gay.

I knew he was like me -- he would try and protect his dirty little secret as long as he could. 

I outlasted the fight in him. With his head secured in place, my mouth tenderly, but insistently broke down his resistance. 

His lips began pressing back on mine; they grew soft and yielding. He allowed his tongue to dance and play with my own.

Suddenly, a thought struck me like a lightning-bolt: I was the 'top' in this relationship. 

I had awakened Lane's true sexuality, and now I felt it was my responsibility to nurture his growth. 

What do I do now? I wondered. 

I smiled bitterly at the irony. I was going to help Lane face reality? Really? ME? 

The guy who'd been living with a dirty little secret all this time was going to liberate another guy from his guilt and shame?

I forced the negative thoughts from my mind and continued kissing him. I caressed and fondled his breasts and nipples. 

I heard him groan, not from protest, but now with desire. I glanced at his crotch and saw his cock was semi-erect -- he was definitely getting pleasure from kissing another man. 

He kissed me back with a passion that surprised me. He sucked my tongue into his mouth. My own cock was now hard as a steel pole.

For some reason I looked at the floor where his discarded gym shorts lay. I broke off our kiss and retrieved the shorts. He groaned in disappointment when I briefly left the table. 

I picked up his shorts and marveled at how soft they were. The fabric reminded me of the panties Theresa had worn. 

I returned to the head of the table and leaned over and kissed him. His soft lips enveloped my own, and when his tongue shot into my mouth my prick twitched and jumped like an electrical charge had run thru my body straight to my cock.

On impulse, I reached for his now stiff prick and wrapped the shorts around his flesh. 

"Oh God...." he moaned.

When I squeezed his cock and slowly stroked it I saw his eyes roll back in his head once again. He loved the feel of the gym shorts on his cock.

Oh my, I thought. Not only is he gay, but he has a definite fetish as well.

I looked down at his face, contorted with pleasure, and another thought came to mind.

I slowly lowered the headrest on the table until his face and mouth were mere inches from my cock. He knew what I had in mind and immediately protested.

"No, please -- I can't do that -- I'm not really like that," he whimpered then shut his mouth and forced his lips together.

He looked like a child who was refusing to eat something his mother had cooked for him.

I pressed my scrotum against his nose. I wanted him to smell my aroma. With his mouth still tightly closed, he was breathing hard thru his nose and couldn't help but inhale my scent. 

I felt his cock throb in my stroking hand. When I presented my cockhead to his mouth and smeared the pre-cum on his lips, soft mewls of both despair and desire escaped his mouth. 

"Lane, I know you want to do this," I said softly. "I know what you're feeling...I went thru this too...you've been dreaming of this moment -- you've fantasized about doing this for a long time...you wonder what it would feel like in your mouth -- how it would taste...you've masturbated at the very thought of doing this for another guy...now is the time to find out for yourself once and for all if this is what you want -- you may never get another opportunity."

I knew the battle that was raging in his mind. I understood his fierce reluctance to come face-to-face with his deepest desires. If he took my prick in his mouth he knew his life would never be the same. 

He believed he would be admitting defeat; acknowledging his acceptance of what he'd been told his entire life was dirty and sinful. 

I wanted to prove to him it wasn't a defeat, but a victory. A victory over guilt and shame and everyone who ever made him feel like he was 'different' -- who made him feel like he was less of a man because of his secret sexual desires. 

"No one will find out," I whispered. "No one will ever know what you and I do in private -- I will never tell another soul what happens when we're together...Lane, please, you owe it to yourself...you must know if this is what you want in life."

I had to contort my body to get a view of his face. I was sorry I did -- it broke my heart.

Tears were flowing from his eyes onto the wooden floor beneath us. I felt terrible. 

Even though I'd been angry that he didn't want to be seen with me, I certainly had no intention of hurting him. I was only trying to help.

I backed up slightly, pulling my prick away from his face. Then he surprised me.

"No, please...." he said softly. 

I knew what he meant; I knew what he wanted.

I stepped forward and pressed my cockhead to his lips. His lips opened wide and I slowly pushed my throbbing prick into his mouth. His soft lips closed around my flesh and I felt his tongue lapping and lathering my pulsating hardness.

"Mmmmmm...." he moaned into my hardness.

My hand gripped his cock harder and I masturbated him through the shorts as I slowly fucked his mouth.

With his hands immobilized by the straps, he could use only his lips and tongue. His skillfulness and talent stunned me. 

It was obvious this wasn't the first time he'd ever sucked a cock. He was so good with his mouth I knew I wouldn't be able to last much longer. 

My hand stroked him faster and harder. I could feel his cock throbbing thru the shorts. My hips began thrusting violently, pushing my cock deeper in his mouth. My balls were slapping his forehead.

I couldn't hold back any longer.

"Oh-God---oh-God---oh-God---oh-God...." I chanted as the cum erupted from my balls into his madly sucking mouth.

He surprised me again; his lips clasped tightly around my cockhead while his tongue lapped at the semen and sperm bursting out of my slit. He didn't allow a single drop of cum escape from his greedily sucking mouth. 

My mind was spinning out of control. I saw stars dancing before my eyes. I'd had great orgasms in my life, but none that matched the intensity of this one. 

The massage table began to rumble and shake. His entire body jerked and bucked wildly against his restraints. He groaned into my flesh while his cock shot powerful explosions of semen and sperm into the shorts.

My trembling hand milked his prick until it went soft; his tongue cleaned my rapidly shrinking cockhead.

Neither of us said a word -- we were gasping for air; waiting for our heads to clear.

"That was...oh my God, Lane -- WOW -- that was the best..." was all I could say.

He didn't say a word.

I pressed buttons on the motor to raise his head level with the table. I did the same with his lower body. Then I unfastened all the straps. He remained motionless on the table.

I decided to take a chance. I lowered my head and pressed my lips to his; they were slick and wet with my cum. I kissed him, and tasted my own cum for the first time; slightly salty, but very creamy.

He kissed me back. My heart leapt with joy. He could now kiss me without pulling away.

I cradled his head in my hands and we kissed for almost a full minute. I felt a warm tingling sensation in my heart, but troubled in my mind.

Even though my thoughts and feelings for Lane had changed drastically over the past hour, I knew I wasn't in love him, and worse, I felt guilty for cheating on Denny.

Good grief, John, you haven't even admitted to Denny that you are gay and interested in him, I scolded myself. How on earth could you possibly have cheated on him?

I broke our kiss and said, "C'mon, let's take a shower."

I helped Lane off the table and held his hand as we made our way to the bathroom.

With hot water beating down on us, I ran soap over Lane's body washing away the sweat and massage oils.

When my hands reached his groin, he stood perfectly still while I cleaned and rinsed his beautiful cock and scrotum. When I was finished he had another erection.

"My goodness," I said. "So soon? You are one horny guy!"

I laughed but he didn't. He had the same far-off look in his eyes he'd had thru-out our shower.

His body visibly shuddered; he shook his head and I saw his eyes clear. With an oh-so-serious expression on his face he leaned over and kissed me. He took the soap from my hand.

"I should be doing this for you," he said.

His hands on my body sent a thrill shooting up my spine. He had a gentle touch as he lathered me then rinsed the soap off my flesh. When he washed my penis and balls my own passion began to stir once again. Then he surprised me.

He turned the bar of soap length-wise and ran it up and down the crack of my ass. Then he pressed the soap on my anus and slowly rubbed it on my anus and perineum. 

My prick became hard again which amazed me to no end.

I held his head, gave him a quick kiss then said: "Tell me about your first time with another guy."

His eyes misted-over. His lips drooped into a frown.

"I can't...." he whispered.

His soapy hand on my prick distracted me. I wasn't going to force the issue with him.

He gently pushed me against the shower wall then dropped to his knees. 

"You don't have to do this," I said.

"I have to...I want to...." he said in a monotone voice.

From his earlier sucking of me I knew he'd done it before. However, now I knew he had not only sucked a cock before, but he was an expert at it, and loved doing it.

Maybe the only advantage of owning a four-inch boner is the fact that when someone sucks it, they are able to take the entire length into their mouth. 

I closed my eyes and for the next ten minutes felt as though I was in heaven. 

When my hips began a slight, involuntary thrusting motion, he once again pressed the bar of soap against my anus. 

"Ohhhhhhhh...." I moaned.

I began to earnestly pump my cock in and out of his mouth. His tongue lapping at my sensitive flesh sent pleasure coursing thru my body.

Without warning, he pressed a soapy finger to my anus then gently pushed it into my asshole.

"OH-GOD---OH-GOD---OH-GOD...." I cried out as my body went into convulsions and my balls unloaded their contents yet again. 

I stood leaning against the wall, fighting for air, as he cleaned my cock with first his lips and tongue, and then the soap.

He helped me out of the shower and dried me off. By the time I was totally dry I had regained my senses. I grabbed another towel and ran it over his wonderful, swimmers body.

We sat side-by-side on the sofa. I wore only my string, bikini briefs while he had slipped on his gym shorts. The shorts had a huge, wet cum stain on the seat, but he didn't tuck in his shirt so the bottom of the shirt hid his previous passion.




Dirty Little Secret Ch. 02



It had been 4 days since I had seen or heard from Vijay. For the first couple of days I tried to stay outside my house as long as I could so that I could avoid bumping into him & for the rest of the time I avoided walking down to his house which I so often did before our encounter. Even though I agree that my encounter with him was eye opening, mind boggling experience, but still being a traditionally nurtured girl, I still had an over weighing sense of guilt, shame and lots of confusing emotions about the incident.

There were still 4 days before my parents would arrive & till then I knew it would be difficult to stay away from my dear aunt & uncle who I depended upon to a great extent in the absence of my parents. 

On Saturday though I had no where to go and I decided to stay put inside my house for the whole day. After having a shower, I sat in the living room watching TV and chatting with friends on Whatsapp, munching on chips as I usually did while watching a chick flick when the door bell rang. I sat up, a little surprised wondering who it could be. Vijay was still at the back of my mind but Vimal would be home today so he wouldn't dare come along and even if he did he wouldn't wait here for long.

I walked to the door and looked through the peep hole. Aunt Vimal was there at the other side of the door. Quietly thanking god I opened the door to welcome Vimal with a smile.

"Hi Beta..." Vimal greeted me in her usual loud and enthusiastic way.

"Hi Vimal..." I replied letting her into the house.

Vimal entered and spread her arms around me to hug me. I too embraced her tight as we usually did. Our hugs were usually very tight as if we had met after a long time even though we would meet almost every day and at times several times during the day.

"How are you Beta?" She asked me as she let go off me and started walking to the living room.

"I am fine Vimal, just chilling out." I replied. We walked into the living room and made ourselves comfortable on the couch. I muted the TV and we started talking.

"You haven't come to my house all these days?" Vimal asked me.

"Yeaah...aah.." I struggled to reply.

"What...is everything okay?" she asked seeming a little worried.

"Yeah Yeah...I am fine. It's just that I have been busy the whole week with lectures and study." I replied controlling my discomfort.

"Yeah but usually you join us for dinner when your parents are out of town. Then what happened this time?" She asked. 

Now what was I supposed to tell her? I did actually go to her place to have dinner not because I was too lazy to cook for myself but because she cooked well and I didn't have to worry about cleaning afterwards.

"Yeahh...this time I had the company of my friends. Some or the other would be there with me during dinner." I gave her a reason.

Ohh...Okay...Well. I had sent your Uncle to check up on you a few days ago." She said as she stood up. 'Shit Shit Shit' I thought as a chill ran down my spine. Was she on to us? Did she know what happened that day? What will she do? What will I say? All such obvious questions came to my mind and I was lost in them. I saw Vimal speak something but couldn't really listen to her as I was so pre occupied with my exit strategy.

"Neha...." Vimal asked as she looked at me with a bewildered experession.

"Yeah..?" I asked as I back to my senses.

"I said that your Uncle told me that you weren't at home that day?" She said.

"Ohhh...Sorry...Yeah...Maybe..." I replied trying to act as normal as I could.

"Hmm...okay then I will go home now. I have a lot of work to do." She said as she started walking to the door.

"Join us for dinner tonight Neha." She said as she stood at the door. 

"Ohh...No No...I am going out with my friends." I replied. 

"Ohh C'mon Neha...you have been having dinner with your friends for the past 4 nights, you can have one with us tonight. After all we are as good as friends. Aren't We?" She said trying to coax me into joining them for dinner.

"Well...I don't want to impose..." I replied, trying to wriggle my way out of it.

"What...What is the matter with you? Why are you being so formal all of a sudden?" She said loudly. Her reaction was not surprising; after all I had never been even close to being formal or hesitant to go to their place or be with them.

"Hehe...Okay...I will come tonight." I said. I had no way to refuse. It would be too strange to say no like this.

"Alright, we will meet you at 8." She said as she stepped outside my house. I closed the door and slowly walked towards my bedroom. 

'Ding Dong...' the bell rang as I stood outside Vijay and Vimal's house. They had invited me over for dinner but I hadn't bothered to dress up properly. I was wearing a simple blue T shirt and a pair of shorts. I had worn a pull over because it was a little chilly.

"Hey...come on in..." Vimal said when she opened the door.

I walked inside to the living room where I saw Vijay sitting on the couch watching TV. He looked at me and smiled. It was a normal smile and not the lecherous one that I had seen that day. It was a courteous gesture that one expresses when you meet someone. 

But that smile was enough to make me shiver. I hadn't seen Vijay since that day and now that he was just a few feet away from me just brought back the memories of that day. Those images just flashed in front of my eyes.

Vijay was sitting on the couch such that his butt was just on the edge of the cushion, his back against the couch and his legs stretched out on the floor. Even though Vijay was fully dressed I could still visualize his naked body; the firm chest, the flat stomach and the massive tool between his legs. I clenched my right hand when I remembered how his hard cock felt in its grip.

I had heard and at times been a witness to a visual undressing by a guy but I had never done that to anyone. 'What the hell!' I thought. As I just stood in the living room, lost in my own thoughts, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned back to see Vimal looking at me.

"What happened?" She said as she stared at me. "Uhhh...nothing...nothing..." I replied.

"Okay then...let's go inside..." She said as she grabbed my hand and started walking towards the kitchen. I looked at Vijay who was still staring at the TV. I caught his glance as I walked away from the living room.

I spent the next couple of hours with Vimal in the kitchen helping her cook. Vijay would occasionally drop buy to fetch a beer from the fridge. Some small talk with Vijay would follow but I didn't notice any abnormal behavior from him. It was as if nothing had happened. Neither did he stare at me nor did he try touching me more than required. Well...why would he? Why would Vijay try something funny with his teenaged niece when his wife was in the house? 

"You ladies want some wine?" Vijay asked as he fetched another beer from the fridge. 

"I would love some." Vimal said. 

"And you Neha?" Vijay asked me. I just didn't know what to say. I had never tried wine; in fact, I was an occasional soda drinker.

As I stood there thinking how to react, Vimal spoke up...

"Yeah... why not Vijay? I think she is old enough to try some wine. Why don't you pour her a small drink?"

"He he...yeah sure." Vijay said as he moved to the wall cabinet and took out two wine glasses. He took out a wine bottle from another cabinet and pulled out its cork with a loud pop sound. He poured the wine in the glasses; a small quantity in one glass and a little more in another glass. He passed on the glasses to us before opening his pint of beer.

"Cheers to our grown up girl." Vimal said as our glasses and his pint touched each other making a clinking sound.

"Yeah...all grown up..." Vijay said as he stared at me and took a sip of his beer. Vimal also took a sip of her wine but I still had the glass in my hand.

"Come on Neha...take a sip...it's just wine and it can't be the worst thing you could do." Vijay said as he and Vimal kept looking at me with expectation.

'What the hell was that?' I thought. Vijay had just pulled off a sucker punch with his two statements.

I just quietly sipped the wine busy thinking about what Vijay had just said. I was tasting wine for the first time. It had a weird taste; little sweet, little sour. For the first time I didn't like wine at all but I knew that it was an acquired taste.

When I finished the drink in a few sips, Vimal poured me another one. I sipped the drink as Vijay and Vimal engaged me in talking.

"I think the drinks are enough for today. Neha can you please set the dining table; Vijay and I will bring the food." Vimal instructed.

Soon we were on the dining table. Vimal was sitting opposite to me and Vijay was to my right. We were enjoying the food and Vijay and Vimal were asking me about my college and other activities. It was a normal family dinner.

As I was engrossed in talking to Vimal, I suddenly felt something briefly rubbing against my leg. I looked at Vijay who was quietly eating his food and listening to our conversation.

I thought it must have been accidental and I continued talking to Vimal. A few moments later I again felt something rub against my shin and moved over to the right side of my calf. I immediately recognized that it was a foot and from the way it was moving along my ankle up to my mid calf I knew it wasn't accidental. The only person to do this at the table was Vijay.

I glanced at Vijay who was still looking down at the plate and eating his food. Vimal on the other hand was still talking but at the moment she had my least attention. Vijay's foot was now rubbing along my shin and calf freely as he knew I wouldn't dare react to his actions in front of his wife.

I somehow managed to maintain my composure and continued eating, feigning attention to Vimal who continued talking something about my studies. I think it was about some course. She wanted me to attend that course and was perhaps telling me about the features of the course. 

"What do you think Neha?" She asked me. 

"Yeah...I think it is great." I replied not too sure of what she was asking me.

"Uhhh...okay..." She said as she got back to eating. I looked at Vijay and noticed his faint grin. He knew I wasn't paying attention to his wife but was rather pre occupied in his erotic antics.

I kept eating and nodding my head in agreement to whatever Vimal was saying. Vijay now moved his foot higher and touched my knee. I gasped as he did that and that was enough for Vimal to notice. "What happened?" She asked at me.

"Nothing nothing...uhhh...I need a glass of water." I replied.

Vimal got up and walked into the kitchen to get me a glass of water. The moment she was out of sight, I kicked Vijay in the shin and he gasped. His reaction to my action took me aback. Instead of backing off, Vijay put his hand under the table and on my thigh. While sitting, my shorts had been pulled up and now Vijay's hand was resting on the exposed right one. 

I gasped as I felt Vijay's cold palm on my thigh. He squeezed my thigh with his large hand and moved it over to the left thigh and caressed it. This time I didn't react but kept staring at Vijay as he continued caressing my left thigh. To gain access to my left thigh Vijay had to move forward and as he did he came closer to me. His face was now a few inches away from mine and we continue staring at each other. This reminded me of the same situation we had been in the other day when I was jerking his cock and he was fingering my pussy. I clenched my fist as I was reminded of the feel of his hard cock in my hand.

Vijay moved his hand up and his fingers sneaked inside my shorts. I held his hand and almost moaned as his fingers inched towards the hem of my panties. It must not have been more than a minute but it felt like it had been hours as Vijay and I engaged in carnal games under the dinning table.

Vijay immediately withdrew his hand and straightened up and I was pulled back from ecstasy and opened my eyes as we heard foot steps approaching us. Within seconds Vimal was back in the dinning room with a jug of water and a three empty glasses.

She sat on her chair and poured some water in the glass and passed it to me. The caressing had left my throat dry and I really needed a glass of cold water to calm down my nerves.

Dinner proceeded as usual and I was soon in the kitchen with Vimal helping her clean up. Vijay was in the living room watching TV while I and Vimal engaged in small talk about random topics.

After about half an hour Vimal and I finished cleaning up and walked into the living room. Vijay was sitting on the couch with his feet on the table in front of him and was flipping through channels trying to find something worthwhile to watch. Sunday nights, in my opinion was the worst time to watch TV. There were no movies, no serials or anything worth watching. It was a time when people would wind up in bed for the hard week at work the next day.

I and Vimal walked over to the couch and sat down. Vimal was sitting next to Vijay who had by now moved to make room for us on the couch. I sat next to Vimal at the other end of the couch. Vijay kept changing the channel till he found a new movie playing on a channel. It was an action movie of some Hollywood action hero. We started watching it as Vijay and Vimal were both fans of action movies whereas I didn't feel so strongly about violence.

We spent almost an hour watching the movie and during the breaks one of us would get up for a drink of water or going to the loo. During one of the commercial breaks, Vimal got up and walked out of the room. Now Vijay and I were sitting alone in a dark room where the only light was from the television. I expected Vijay to soon start with his erotic antics but he didn't move at all.

'Now he will do something....now he will do something' I thought as I expected Vijay to make a move at any moment but that did not happen. Vimal returned and we went back to watching the movie. We watched the movie together for another half an hour of so before Vimal spoke.

"I am sleepy...I am going to bed." she said before she yawned and got up.

"Neha...if you are going to stay for the night then you can sleep in the guest room. Good night beta." She said and started walking out of the living room.

I looked at Vijay who was still staring at the television. I thought perhaps he had his fill of action for the night at the dinning room itself and wouldn't do anything so I went back to watching the movie.

After a while I looked back at Vijay and saw him staring at me. I faintly smiled back to which he too reciprocated. He got up and walked out of the living room to return back after a few minutes. 

This time he sat to my left and moved close to me. I didn't mind his closeness and didn't move away at all. In fact I had been expecting this for sometime now. Vijay moved his arm behind me and placed it on my shoulders. He gently caressed my right arm and my shoulders. I sighed as I placed my head on his shoulder. He moved his right foot to my leg and started running it up and down along my left leg.

Vijay moved his arm over my shoulder and gently squeezed my right breast. At the same time he caressed by naked left thigh with his left hand. I sighed as my nipples hardened to his manual stimulation and a chill ran down my spine.

I looked up at him and smiled and he smiled back before lowering his face to kiss me. I closed my eyes as Vijay's lips met mine. Vijay kissed me deep, holding me tightly in his arms; the lingering kiss felt like an eternity.

"What about Vimal?" I asked Vijay as I broke the kiss and tried to move away from him. I wanted to do this but the last thing I wanted to do was to get caught by my aunt making out with my uncle.

"Don't worry about her..." Vijay calmly replied as he cupped my supple breasts from under my arms and gave them a soft squeeze.

I sighed and went back into Vijay's arms as he caressed my breasts over my shirt. Vijay and I both turned to the right so that my back was against his chest. He pulled me close to him and now he had absolute access to my breasts. His caressing got firmer and my sighing turned into gasping with each passing second. 

In the moment of ecstasy, I tilted my head slightly to the right, exposing my delicate nape. Vijay kissed my nape tenderly, slowly kissing his way to my shoulder and then going back towards my ear. I gently tucked my hair behind my ear to allow him better access to my nape, ear and cheek. 

Vijay got the signal and immediately took my earlobe in his mouth and sucked on it. He sucked and licked my earlobe and his breath against my ear drove me crazy.

Vijay then moved his lips to my left cheek and gently planted kisses on it. His right hand was caressing my neck and his left hand was on my stomach. He continued kissing me on the cheek, moving slightly forward with each kiss towards my lips. A slight turn of my head to the left was more than enough for our lips to meet and as soon as they did, a furious bout of kissing ensued. 

Our lips and tongues clashed against each other as if it was a battle...a sexual battle of an eager to please novice against her experienced master. The kissing was so furious that the sound of the slurps and smooches resonated through out the living room, perhaps to rooms beyond but we were now beyond reason and care. All that mattered to me was the pleasure I wanted from my lustful uncle.

As we went on lustily exchanging saliva, Vijay squeezed my boobs really hard and I moaned with his mouth still covering my mouth. I immediately brought my hands down to the hem of my T shirt and pulled it above my breasts. Vijay immediately grabbed my breasts and began cupping and squeezing them; all the while kissing me with the same gusto as he had displayed a few moments ago.

As my beautifully enormous, flimsy bra encased breasts were being played with by my dear uncle, a thought came to my mind. Vijay uncle must have virtually seen my boobs grow. He had known me all my life, from being a mischievous toddler to a little primary school girl, from a pre teen to a young beautiful late teen. The most visible of physical changes in me from the pre teen years besides my height were my breasts; and right now he was squeezing them to his hearts content. 

He had perhaps seen me in my birthday suit when I was a baby and now eighteen years later he saw me naked the other day and the way things were progressing right now, he was well on his way to see me naked again.

Even though I loved my boobs being squeezed over my bra, I was a tad bit uncomfortable, knowing, that I could feel his rough hands over the tender, gentle skin of my naked breasts. I wanted that! And the only hindrance was the bra.

To that effect, I moved my hands behind my back and under my shirt and held the bra hook, all the while being at the receiving end of a mind numbing kiss and an extremely arousing breast massage. The kissing and squeezing kept me busy and distracted enough, for me to fumble with my bra hooks. A couple of more attempts followed and I miserably failed. What a shame! I couldn't even unhook my own bra! 

I gave up the effort, hoping Vijay would sooner or later unhook the bra. As I let go off the hook, my hands went down and stumbled upon his raging hard on. I grabbed his erect cock and gave it a light squeeze. Vijay broke the kiss and sighed as I continued fondling his cock; his erect cock which I could prominently feel in spite of being under layers of clothing.

Our kiss had been broken for the fist time since the whole episode started. We were gasping, trying to catch our breath; only staring at each other. A few light kisses followed as we took a break from a hectic session of foreplay. In the meanwhile, Vijay continued squeezing my breasts, albeit gently and I too was lightly caressing his cock.




Dirty Little Secret Ch. 02



As our breathing normalized, I let go off his cock and went back to unhook the bra. Vijay noticed it and within a second I felt his fingers under the under wire of my bra and the second after that, he pulled the bra up and over my breasts. My boobs jiggled like jelly as the bra was yanked of them.

I was a little shocked at this sudden action and looked at Vijay with surprise. Vijay kept looking at me as he cupped my 'liberated' breasts in his large hands and gave them a gentle squeeze.

"Why work hard...when you can work smart?" Vijay said referring to my efforts at unhooking my own bra and his simple solution of just pulling it over.

"Hehehe....indeed..." I giggled and replied before placing my left hand behind his head and pulling him for a kiss. The break ended as Vijay and I went back to kissing just as furiously as we did a couple of minutes ago.

My T shirt was almost at my neck below which was my bra and below which Vijay was now twisting my nipples with his thumb and index finger and above, my mouth was still glued to his as I moaned and shivered at his manipulation.

After a few more moments, Vijay broke the kiss, let go off my breasts (temporarily) and pushed me forward. He moved my hair from my back over my right shoulder and unhooked the bra.

As I heard the snip of the hook, I straightened up where as Vijay moved the straps of the bra off my shoulder before I took my hands out of them and the bra was off. Vijay threw the bra on the floor before he helped me out of my T shirt as well, which joined my bra on the floor.

I was now completely top less in front of my uncle. I then moved such that my back was resting against the couch and Vijay adjusted himself accordingly next to me. 

Vijay again kissed me but this time it wasn't a long kiss, rather it was just a formality as Vijay wanted to put his mouth to a better use elsewhere. He grabbed my right tit with his left hand and bent forward such that his mouth was right above the nipple.

I could feel his warm breath on my nipple and I gently placed my left hand behind his head. Vijay licked my nipple with the tip of his tongue a couple of times before clamping his mouth over it. I closed my eyes, threw my head back and sighed as I felt my nipple being sucked into his mouth. I grabbed the hair at the back of his head signaling him not to stop and to suck harder.

Vijay sucked my breast hard, making slurping noises as he feasted on his young niece's flesh. He momentarily stopped sucking and cupped my breast tightly in his left hand making the puffed up nipple protrude a little before holding it between his teeth and pulling it lightly.

"Ahhh..." I moaned, this time with no mouth to muffle my moan, perhaps I had moaned too loudly or perhaps the sound the TV had silenced out my moan. I was beyond worry as Vijay had told me to. Vijay stopped biting my nipple and went back to sucking and tonguing my nipple, occasionally licking the breast and at times moving down to lick the underside of my drop shaped boob.

The sexual action that I had witnessed all this while had got my pussy super wet and I could sense a massive orgasm approaching. As Vijay continued his oral attack on my helpless boob, it was just moments later that the orgasmic vaginal contractions began. I pulled a couch pillow lying nearby and pushed it against my mouth as the orgasm hit me.

Vijay in the meanwhile did not stop sucking my breast. He managed to keep his mouth latched to my nipple even as my body bucked and shuddered from the orgasm. Vijay tightly held my body against the couch to control my violent shaking and the pillow kept my screams at a manageable volume.

I don't know how long it took me to come down from the orgasmic summit but when I did I found Vijay still sucking on my breast. This orgasm was definitely the biggest one I ever had, even bigger than the ones that I had with Vijay the other day. I pulled him up and kissed him hard. The passionate kiss was a thank you gesture to Vijay for the wonderful orgasmic experience he had just given me. After the kiss ended, Vijay went back to my right breast and continued sucking it.

My right breast was the center of attention of Vijay's mouth; I wanted him to share his oral expertise with my left breast as well. I pulled him off my right breast and brought his mouth over my left breast.

My left tit was meted out the same treatment. Vijay sucked, bit and licked the nipple, areola and the breast. I just kept watching him, encouraging him with my hand behind his head, placing light kisses on his head, adoring and responding to his lustful and vulgar behavior with moan and sighs of pleasure.

After spending a long time on my left breast, Vijay placed his mouth between my breasts and cupped them together. Now his mouth was in the 'valley' of my boobs. He vigorously moved his head up and down and sideways. This childish behavior from my 'oh so mature' uncle made me giggle. Vijay was kind of a man-boy who was obsessed with my breasts.

After a while Vijay started kissing his way down my body, placing puppy kisses all the way before settling down at my navel. He inserted his tongue inside my deep navel and licked it a couple of times before placing kisses all over my stomach.

Vijay got off the couch and kneeled in front of me. He held my right leg in his right palm and let his left hand roam along the length of my leg. His hand roamed delicately along my calf to the back of my knee, leaving behind a ticklish feeling.

Vijay raised my foot a little before lowering his head to pop my toe into his mouth. Even though this was strange to me, it was incredibly pleasurable. I moaned as Vijay sucked and nibbled on my toe, at the same time gently rubbing my leg. I had no clue that my feet were also an erogenous area of my body and was thoroughly enjoying his actions.

Vijay took my toe out of his mouth and spread my legs. He now pulled me to the edge of the couch and kneeled between my legs. He placed the palm of his right hand on my crotch and caressed it gently for a few times before grabbing the elastic of my shorts. 

"No you cannot..." I said as I held his hand, stopping him from going any further. Vijay was surprised. The way things had been going, my opposition was out of the blue.

"Why...What happened?" Vijay asked sounding very surprised.

"You cannot do that...unless you kiss me." I said with a devilish grin.

The surprise of Vijay's face gave way to a lecherous smile as he lunged forward to kiss me. I swung my arms around him and embraced him as our mouths met to kiss. As he sprang forward to kiss me, his hard cock rubbed against my clit. I moaned as it happened and Vijay immediately noticed it.

He started rocking back and forth, rubbing his tool against my pussy. I broke the kiss, closed my eyes and threw my head back. Vijay nuzzled my neck as he rocked back and forth slowly but firmly against my erect clit. If dry humping felt this good then how; the how good will the real thing be? I wondered as my gaping mouth gave out low moans of pleasure.

The dry humping went on for a few more seconds before Vijay stopped and firmly cupped my boobs making me gasp. His lips were just an inch away from mine as we stared at each other. His eyes were red with lust and his breathing was heavy but calm. He continued staring at me, my boobs still cupped firmly into his hands, waiting for me to respond.

"Now you can go ahead..." I whispered. 

Vijay gave a devilish smile before moving back and placed his hands at my hips, under the elastic of my shorts and pulled on them. I, too raised my ass, dug my thumbs into the back of my shorts and pushed them forward, helping Vijay get me completely naked. 

Vijay pulled down my shorts off my feet. I now had nothing but a flower patterned white panty with a dark, wet spot at the middle indicating the state of my arousal. My ass was still raised off the couch and Vijay placed his hands on my butt and dug his fingers into my panty and started pulling them down.

As the panty receded down my ass, the soft tufts of curly hair above my pussy peeked out which further gave way for my pussy to reveal itself. As my pussy came into view, Vijay yanked on my panty forcing it down my knees. I quickly pulled my right leg out of it and spread it out.

Vijay pulled the panty down to my left foot but neither he nor I bothered to yank it off completely. Vijay ran his hands over my pussy, running them through the thick, curly pussy hair. We were staring and smiling at each other as Vijay kept playing with my bush.

I placed my legs on his shoulders and locked my feet behind his head and gently nudged his head towards my pussy. Vijay moved his head forward with the gently push of my feet and it wasn't long before his nose as pushed against my wet pussy. I heard Vijay take a deep breath, inhaling my musky womanly scent before flicking my clit with his tongue. 

I jerked as he did that, which was followed by another violent jerk when Vijay started sucking on my clit. I cooed as Vijay began devouring my pussy. I locked my feet around his head, locking him in the confines of my pussy triangle. Vijay moaned in delight at this maneuver and licked my pussy even more vigorously. 

I ran my hands through his hair before pushing him deeper inside my pussy. As I did that I felt Vijay's tongue enter my vagina. I moaned, this time a little louder as his tongue fucked my pussy. This was the first time I felt a tongue on my pussy and what a feeling it was! 

How does a girl behave when having sex for the first or second time? She is shy, blushes all the time, is reluctant to open up & is very awkward in bed? Well...I was the bang opposite. I let him take off my clothes without even a shred of reluctance, I let Vijay put his mouth and hands anywhere and everywhere he wanted without stopping him, whether it was on my lips, my breasts and now my pussy, I had welcomed his every move and was feeling absolutely comfortable, as if I had been doing this with him for ages. This was with my Uncle for God's sake, in his house with his wife in the next room!

Vijay also hadn't shown a shred of awkwardness the whole while and was now sitting with his head clamped between his baby niece's legs, devouring her pussy like a hungry lion licking the meat off his dead prey.

I was massively turned on by his acts and the ambience added to the effect. It was a dark room, illuminated by only the light emanating from the large flat screen television hanging on the wall, a middle aged handsome man sitting on the floor, his head buried between her legs, licking his beautiful, busy niece's pussy as she sighed and cooed and slithered on the large, soft velvet couch.

Vijay looked up at me even as his mouth was still latched to my pussy and his tongue rapidly snaking in and out of my hole. His eyes were full of raw animalistic urge, a look that I hadn't seen all these years, not even the last time I was with him in a similar situation. 

Vijay suddenly grabbed my knees and pushed them up against me, almost touching my shoulders and rubbing against my breasts. In this position, my chocolate brown asshole came in to view and Vijay wasted no time in putting his tongue on it.

"Aaaiieeee...." I moaned as I felt jolts of pleasure running up my spine and pulsating through the rest of my body. I could feel the nerve endings throbbing and pulsating at Vijay's oral stimulation. I grabbed the couch cushions tightly as the rimming got intense. Vijay's tongue moved rapidly in circles on my asshole making me gasp and pant heavily.

The rimming got my arousal up a notch and I was fast moving towards an orgasm. My body started shaking in anticipation of yet another brain scrambling orgasm but then Vijay immediately stopped and pulled back.

"No...No...No..." I moaned as my hands desperately tried to pull him back but with no use. Vijay moved back and as he did, so did my impeding orgasm. I stretch my legs back to floor, still spread with Vijay between them.

"Please Vijay....please get back..." I pleaded, my voice clearly indicating my desperation.

"You liked it?" He asked a seemingly stupid question but it was his way of teasing me.

"Yesss...I didn't want you to stop...please do it again...please..." I pleaded my Uncle to go down on me again. The tone of my voice and the manner of speaking was like that of kid asking for his toy back. 

Instead of replying in words, Vijay replied in action by placing my legs on his shoulders and going down on me. As I arched my back, my ass rose up off the couch. Vijay immediately grabbed my ass and started squeezing it. My buns were now resting on his palms as his tongue drove deeper into my pussy.

"Yeahh...Yesss...Uncle...that's it Uncle...keep going Uncle..." I moaned, staring at Vijay.

Vijay immediately looked up at me. I had rarely used the word 'Uncle' to address Vijay since my early teenage and now the sudden use of the word and the extra emphasis on it wasn't something either of us were going to miss. 

The word 'Uncle' was the definition of our relationship. I was the niece and he was my Uncle. The relationship, in the world's view was just below that of a father and his daughter. But our carnal desires had altered the sanctity of our relationship. In that moment of ecstasy and lust we were just a man and woman pleasing each other. We had fallen prey to the sexual devils within us who had manifested and compelled us to do something so taboo, so wrong but so pleasurable.

As I moaned the word again and again, Vijay's tongue went into overdrive. He grabbed my boobs and squeezed them hard before twisting my nipples between his fingers. I pulled his hand and shoved two of his thick, rough fingers into my mouth and started to suck on them. 

I moaned and shuddered as the orgasmic volcano rose. Our mutual staring continued as I rapidly thrust his fingers down my throat and Vijay thrust his tongue into my vagina.

"Mmmmm....mmmm....Ummmmmpphhhhhfff..." I moaned with Vijay's fingers still in my mouth. I arched my back and my eyes rolled back as the second massive orgasm for the night hit me. 

Vijay immediately stopped and moved away from my pussy as I shook and shivered like a fish out of the water. It took me a long time to recover and even after regaining my composure, I was still shivering like I had been electrocuted.

I saw Vijay still sitting near my legs, smiling at me. I smiled back at him awkwardly and Vijay burst into laughter. I too joined him in laughter but rather embarrassingly. I pulled the panties hanging on my left foot and threw them away. I was now technically naked with absolutely no cloth over me.

Vijay stood up and pulled his T shirt over his head and threw it on the floor, revealing his muscular chest. He took a couple of steps forward, standing at the edge of the couch, in front of me.

I was resting against the couch but immediately sat up as Vijay stood in front of me. I knew what he wanted and did so by digging my fingers into the elastic band of his shorts and started tugging down. I had dug my fingers deep enough to grab his shorts and his underwear at the same time.

I slowly pulled his shorts down and after going down a few inches; his giant cock sprang out, hitting my chin. I giggled and immediately pulled back a little before pushing his shorts down his legs. Vijay got out of them and stood there naked in all glory. 

I kept staring at hi dick in amazement and surprise. I was still in awe of his cock as if I had seen it the first time. Even though it had slid down my throat and throbbed in my hand almost a week ago but it still felt like the first time. I gingerly moved my fingers along the shaft and over the curve of its head. My right hand gently cupped his massive balls and fondled them. Vijay smiled, a smile of satisfaction, at the fact that his niece was playing with his cock. I wrapped my fingers around his cock and gently pulled back the foreskin of the head of the cock; the shiny, wet purple cock head came into view. I remembered the last time when I saw it; how it felt in my mouth and shivered. I want it again! I want to suck it, taste it and worship it!

No further encouragement from Vijay was required as I opened my mouth wide to accommodate his massive cock. Just as my mouth was about to engulf the cock, I saw some movement in the corner of the room. My heart raced expecting the worst and it almost came up to my throat when it became clear who it was.

It was Aunt Vimal!

To be continued...



Dirty Little Secret Ch. 03



"John, please don't shut me out of your life."

He was blocking the path to the door. There was no way around him. I knew this moment would come, but I wasn't ready for a face-to-face confrontation with Denny just yet. I wanted more time.

"Please believe me," he said. "I never said a word to anyone about us -- what is there to say? We had dinner a couple times -- that's all there is...you know how gossip turns into rumors...I've never spoken to anyone about my feelings for you, please believe me." 

The look of desperation on his handsome face and the pleading in his voice tugged at my heart strings. I wanted to believe him -- I needed to believe him. 

My eyes became misty with tears and I turned my head so he wouldn't notice. 

I knew deep down this conversation was stupid and unnecessary, but the guilt and shame I felt from my dirty little secret stopped me cold. At that moment I hated everything about my life. 

I hated the fact I was gay. I hated my father for making me feel scared and ashamed. I hated I couldn't be around people without becoming paranoid. I hated everyone who thought gay people were some kind of abnormal species. 

But most of all I hated myself. 

I was a coward and a fool. A slithering snake had more backbone than me. I had no character -- no integrity. I was a simpering little faggot who let the opinions of others determine how I lived my own life.

I wanted to run out of the room and hide but Denny was blocking the exit. I tried to squeeze by him.

"Please," I finally said out of desperation. "...please, I have to leave...."

His strong hands on my shoulders held me in place.

"Johnny, look at me," he said firmly.

I didn't want him to see me like this but I had no other choice if I wanted to get out of the room. I lifted my head and looked at him through the clouds in my eyes.

'John," he said, "I know what you're going through, I went through it, too...I know how hard it is to accept who you are...you're in a dark place right now and I want you to understand I'm here for you...I want to help you through this...when you're ready, please call me, alright?"

I lowered my head, vigorously nodded 'yes' then pushed my way past him and fled to the nearest door. I didn't want him to see the river of tears running down my cheeks.

The brisk, autumn night air felt good on my overheated face. I was able to block all the negative thoughts from my mind and concentrated on walking fast so I could get home as soon as possible and hide from the world behind the locked door of my apartment.

"Pssst..." I heard Lane from the bushes. 

I knew why he was there and what he wanted. My immediate reaction was disgust. I hated him for being a coward hiding in the bushes.

What a pathetic queer, I thought. Has he no self-respect? 

When he came out from the bushes I saw the familiar ballcap pulled low over his eyes shielding his identity should anyone walk by and see us.

My blood pressure rose; I was becoming angry. It was a strange emotion for me. I rarely got mad at anyone much less experience the kind of seething rage that was now growing inside me.

I quickly unlocked the doors and we were in my apartment. He made a move to hug me but I'd have none of it.

"Get your clothes off and get into the bedroom," I said in a harsh tone.

"Oooo-goody...." he smiled.

His faggoty behavior pushed me over the edge.

"STRIP NAKED -- NOW," I yelled at him.

I could tell by his eyes that he wasn't sure if this was a game, or if I was seriously angry, but he immediately began undressing. When he was nude, I grabbed his scrotum and pulled him into the bedroom. 

I guided him to the massage table and told him to lie down on his stomach. I fastened the straps to his ankles and wrists then tightened the waist strap until he was helplessly secured to the table.

There was surprise on his face when I shoved the thick penis gag against his lips, but he could tell I meant business and opened his mouth.

I stood to the side of him and caressed his ass cheeks. I loved stroking his soft flesh but this time was different. A strong resentment towards him was growing inside me. I hated the way he obediently submitted to my demands yet couldn't be seen with me in public.

What a hypocritical prick, I thought. 

I've known him for weeks and he still wears that stupid ballcap pulled over his face so no one will recognize him when we're together. The chickenshit still hides in the bushes like a scared worm and won't come out until we're alone.

I raised my hand high in the air and brought it down hard with a SMACK on his creamy white ass cheek. I felt a thrill of power and dominance over this meek and mild queer-boy.

I couldn't help myself, I lost control. I wanted to punish him. This lying, hypocritical faggot was so ashamed of his feelings for men it made me sick. 

SMACK -- SMACK -- SMACK -- SMACK -- SMACK....

The penis gag muffled his cries. I spanked him hard, over-and-over-and-over....

His cries of pain suddenly turned to moans and groans. I reached under the table and found his hard, throbbing cock. It infuriated me. The little faggot loved being spanked!

My blood rose to a fever pitch. I saw nothing but a blinding white light before my eyes. I was overwhelmed by rage, an illogical hatred. 

The harder I spanked him the more he seemed to like it. I was angry and frustrated. I wanted to punish him, not give him pleasure.

My hand became numb. The cheeks of his ass were glowing red. My hard prick screamed to be released from my pants.

I found the motor on the side of the table. I separated the legs of the table until they were as far apart as they would go. I stood between his open legs.

I was in a trance. Nothing was real. I opened my belt and pushed my slacks and briefs to the floor.

My hand somehow found massage oil and poured some on my erection. I covered my prick with oil then stepped forward until the head of my cock pressed against his defenseless anus. 

I had no intention of preparing his hole for my assault. This wasn't supposed to be a pleasure fuck... no, I wanted to punish him. I wanted to hear him squeal like a stuck pig.

His sphincter tensed as I pressed into him to gain entrance. I pinched his tortured ass cheek until he yelped into the gag and his muscles relaxed.

I buried my cock inside him in one motion. He howled into the gag. I pressed my wiry pubic hair into the raw flesh of his reddened asscheeks. 

I counted to five then slowly withdrew my prick to the tip then rammed it hard back into him. He frantically rolled his head from side-to-side as I fucked his dry hole as brutally as I possibly could.

Strange and exotic noises escaped his stuffed mouth. His eyes rolled back in his head as I furiously thrust my aching cock in-and-out of his tightly clinging asshole. I fucked him as long and hard as I could.

When I realized his groans were of pleasure, not pain, and how much he loved being cruelly sodomized, I flew into a rage so deep and strong I really did want to hurt him. 

I shoved my cock into the lying, hypocritical faggot as forcefully as I could, but his groans of pleasure made me angrier than I'd ever been in my life.

Suddenly his body stiffened, he shouted into the gag. He jerked and spasmed and bucked against the restraints and I knew he was cumming. 

His wild cries and contortions sent me careening off the cliff, too. I furiously pumped huge loads of hot cum into his asshole. 

When my balls were finally empty, I collapsed onto his back. It was then the cold, hard ugly truth smacked me up-side the head with the force of a ball-peen hammer. 

It was MY thoughts and behavior that made me so angry -- not Lane. It was ME who I hated more than anything -- not Lane. And worst of all, it wasn't Lane who was a lying, hypocritical little faggot -- IT WAS ME. 

My dirty little secret was driving me mad with irrational thoughts causing me to lash out at Lane with unnatural and illogical behavior. 

I was talking and acting like a complete fool, pure and simple.

Afterwards, we lay naked together in my bed. His head resting on my chest, rising and falling with every breath I took. I absentmindedly stroked his face and hair as my mind tried to understand my horrific actions.

The first thing Lane had said when I'd removed the penis gag was "Wow, Johnny -- that was the best ever...."

He'd actually thought the furious spanking I'd given him was part of a sex game. I decided it wouldn't serve any useful purpose to tell him the truth. I didn't want him to know I'd completely lost control of myself.

I played amateur psychologist and figured out why he loved the spanking so much: the spanking fulfilled a need inside him to be punished for his love of other men; for the shame and guilt he felt for being gay.

Lane rose until his face was close to mine. He kissed my lips, gently at first, then more insistent, forceful. Our tongues danced together as his hands caressed my chest and belly.

His wonderful hand stroked my thighs until I was hard again. His hot breath in my ear caused my erection to jump and twitch.

He whispered in my ear, "I love you," then slowly kissed his way down my body until he was kneeling between my open legs.

When his warm, moist lips slid over my glans and he sucked my entire cock into his mouth, all was forgotten. I lay back and closed my eyes and shut everything out of my mind except the exquisite pleasure he gave me with his mouth and hands.

The next day the football team flew out of town for a Saturday road game. That meant I had four nights free from tutoring. I immersed myself in schoolwork. For whatever reason, I always wanted to be at least two-weeks ahead in all my classes.

Friday night Lane had a swim meet on campus. I wanted to go watch him, but he wasn't comfortable with that.

"Johnny," he said. "Please, don't be angry with me...it's just that, well...you know...."

"I'm not mad," I told him, "I understand."

The events center where the meets were held was just down the street from me. When I heard crowds of people walking by my building I knew it was over and I went online to check the results.

Lane had easily won his five events. All his times were close to the records in each event. I smiled. I felt good for him; I was proud of him. 

Sometimes I forgot he was an amazing athlete just like Denny. He was so soft spoken and humble, it was hard imagining him participating in high-pressure competition. 

He called me Saturday morning. I congratulated him and praised his performance. He responded with his typical "Aw shucks, it was nothing" Kentucky-style humility.

"Do you want to see a movie tonight?" he asked.

"Yes, I'd like that," I said.

We agreed on a movie we both wanted to see then made small talk.

Finally he said, "Okay, I'll pick you up at six...maybe we can have dinner before the movie?"

I was confused.

"Why do we need to drive?" I asked him, "...the theater is two blocks away."

He paused and I heard him clear his throat.

"Well, uh...I was thinking of going to the 'Northtown' multiplex...there's an Asian restaurant there I've always wanted to try..."

The theater he was talking about was twenty miles away on the other side of town. I knew instantly why he wanted to go there: we wouldn't run into anyone he knew there. I felt a brief flash of resentment but it quickly disappeared. 

It began to sound like a good idea to me, too. There would be no chance for any of Denny's friends to see me with another guy.

Lane and I are birds of a feather, I sadly thought. We're pitiful....

I prepared a small lunch then turned on the television. The football team was now ranked number two in the country and commanded national television coverage every week.

It was fun listening to the announcers talking about guys I knew and had contact with every day.

It was another blow-out win. Our guys played their usual tough-nose defense while our offense scored at will. Denny made twelve catches and scored three touchdowns. The only balls he didn't catch were the ones thrown out of reach over his head.

Afterwards, I sat there beaming at the television screen. I wore a silly grin. I was hoping they would interview Denny.

Instead, as usual, they interviewed Todd the Quarterback. He said the normal clichés, praising his teammates, and it took him a long time, but he finally singled out Denny for his great play.

"Goldilocks is the greatest receiver I've ever played with -- if the ball is anywhere near him he catches it."

Then the pretty, female sideline reporter asked: "Is there any tension or animosity towards Denny Johnson in the locker room?"

The hair on the back of my neck stood straight. 

Did she just ask that? I wondered.

Todd, in all his glorious innocence responded, "Why would there be?"

She stared coldly at Todd and said, "Do the guys feel uncomfortable when Denny Johnson is in the shower room with them?"

The question blind-sided Todd. Panic and confusion spread over his face.

He stuttered and said, "Well, ah...I don't know what you mean...."

"You know darn well what I mean," she said.

Todd stared at her a couple seconds then abruptly excused himself ending the interview before she could ask another question.

A jolt of fear ran up my spine. I suddenly became very afraid for Denny. 

Why the hell would she ask a question like that? What does that have to do with the way he plays football?

I shut-off the television in disgust. I sat in silence wondering what repercussions the interview may have for Denny. 

My cell phone startled me. I nearly jumped out of my skin. I hoped it was Denny, but it was Lane. He started talking before I could say 'hello'.

"You know, Johnny, I was thinking...I don't know if I really want to see a movie tonight...I have an exam on Monday I should really study for...."

"You saw Todd's interview on tv, didn't you?" I asked.

There was silence for a full ten seconds before he spoke.

"How could she say that on national television? She outted Denny to the whole country! What a terrible thing to do...."

I was confused. "What do you mean 'outted' him? Everyone knows he's gay," I said. 

"John," he said in a low voice, "Denny has never admitted he is gay...everyone just assumes he is...he never denies it, but he doesn't admit it either. Do you know what this could do to his Pro career?"

It was my turn for silence. I began to tremble and shake. It felt like I had a million ants crawling on my skin.

"I'm sorry..." he continued. "Maybe we shouldn't go to the movie..."

I understood his fear. We were very much alike. We both were deathly afraid people would discover our dirty little secret.

"Well, you know, two guys going to a movie together doesn't necessarily make them homosexual," I said sarcastically. 

"The theater is twenty-miles away..." I said, trying to be a calming influence. "We're not going to see anyone we know."

He paused then said, "Okay, but instead of the Asian restaurant, maybe we can just grab a burger on the way...."

"Yeah, that would be fine," I replied. "See you at six?"

"Sure...would you wait for me under the big tree down the street from your building?" he asked in a hollow voice.

I stared at the wall across from my sofa. A crushing wave of sadness overwhelmed me when our conversation ended. 

Lane, Denny and me, I thought. We can't help it if we prefer to be with guys...that's the way we are. 

Why do we have to hide in bushes and shadows and drive clear across town to be with someone we like? This isn't right.

It wasn't until after the movie and we were safely in Lane's car driving home that we both relaxed. The evening seemed more of a clandestine spy operation than a 'date'. 

Lane wore his ballcap pulled low over his face the whole night, even inside the dark theater. He never once looked anyone straight in the eyes.

For my part, when we were in public, I bowed my head and surreptitiously glanced around us, surveying the crowd for 'hostile' faces. That is, anyone we might know.

It was a sorry spectacle, to be sure, but after what we saw on television that afternoon, I was feeling just as paranoid as Lane.

"I hate this..." he said softly. "Criminals walk around in public all the time, but when we see someone, do we wonder if they're a killer or thief by the way they dress or act?"

"Yeah," I agreed, "or how about when you're with someone you know and they suddenly say 'I heard so-and-so might be gay' and then they always add 'but that doesn't bother me'...if it doesn't bother them, why the hell say it in the first place?"

"Oh, yeah," he chimed in, "and then there's the guys who say 'I don't care if someone is gay -- as long as they don't hit-on me."

"Yeah, and they're usually the repulsive guys who couldn't get laid in a women's prison," I quickly replied.

"People are horrible," he said.

"They're the worst," I agreed. 

We fell into a fit of laughter and the mood inside the car lightened considerably.

When Lane made a left turn instead of right, I knew immediately where he was taking us -- Penis Park -- the place where we'd met.

"Mmmm, nice idea," I said, "it's been a long time since we made-out in the car...."

I heard him breathe a sigh of relief. He probably thought I was going to chastise him for not going to my place. I was beyond that now. I completely understood what we were up against. 

He found the darkest parking place and shut-off the car then moved from behind the steering wheel until he was close beside me. 

We clung to each other as we kissed. Our mouths were hot and moist. The kisses were passionate, sometimes sloppy. The hunger we felt for one another was palpable. Our tongues embraced.

We worked feverishly at each other's jeans until they were open. Our hands slid inside and found our hard cocks. We stroked and caressed each other until our flesh throbbed and hunger and desire consumed us.

Lane was the first to lower his head. I sat back and closed my eyes.

He sucked me with an urgency that was new. Usually he'd kiss and lick and tease my turgid pole, not this time. He frantically bobbed his head up-and-down as he squeezed and stroked my cock. His tongue made my cock tingle and twitch. 

He was on a mission to make me cum, and I wasn't going to disappoint him. 

I moaned, "Oh-God---oh-God---oh-God...."

When his hand found its way under my shirt he kneaded and pinched my nipples. I couldn't hold back any longer. The whole thing lasted less than three minutes. 

His mouth became a voracious vacuum sucking the cum straight out of my balls. I heard him gulping down my semen and thought it was the sexiest sound ever. My eyeballs rolled back in their sockets. My body jerked and bucked. 

When he'd totally drained me, and my prick shriveled in his mouth, his tongue lovingly lapped-up my remaining juices.

He raised his head and I immediately kissed his wet and sticky lips. I licked at his tongue, tasting my discharge. 

When I lowered my face to his crotch, his fresh and manly aroma made me swoon. I took as much of his cock in my mouth as I could. 

From the moment I began sucking, he strained to cum. His urgent, upward thrusts, forcing more and more of his hardness inside me until it bumped the back of my throat.

I had other ideas, though. 

Holding his scrotum in one hand, I raised and lowered my head as fast as possible until I felt his balls contract and his body stiffen. My thumb and forefinger encircled the flesh above his balls and gently pushed them back down in his sac. 

Orgasm denied, he whimpered with frustration.

It was then I used my lips and tongue to bring him the ultimate pleasure. His groaning became non-stop. I sucked him slowly, thoroughly. My tongue never rested.

Each time I flattened my tongue over his slit and lapped-up the pre-cum, his body tensed then relaxed. I had complete control over his pleasure. 




Dirty Little Secret Ch. 03



Note: This is a direct continuation of the previous party 'Dirty Secret Ch.02'. I suggest those who are reading this part should also read the previous parts of the story to understand the back ground. 

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"Noooo....." I screamed and pushed Vijay back. My instincts immediately kicked in as I covered my pussy with one hand and swung my other hand over my tits to cover them. I pulled my knees to my chest and dug my face in between.

'Fuck...fuck...fuck....I am so dead...' I thought as my pulse raced and my mind went numb. I expected the shouting to start any second now and kept my head firmly in between my knees, trying to hide my self from the shame and humiliation that I expected would fall on me.

Several seconds passed as I still didn't dare to raise my head but I didn't hear anything except the sound of the television. 'What was happening?' I thought but kept my head down and eyes closed. A few more seconds passed and I still hadn't heard any screaming, cursing or something being flung around. 'Was Vimal okay? Has she passed out of shock?' I thought. That thought concerned me and I decided to see what was going on.

I slowly opened my eyes and raised my head a little, expecting things to flare up as I did but nothing happened, so I raised my head a little more to see something that was not just unexpected but absolutely strange. Vimal was now standing a couple feet away from the couch, to my right. I looked to my left to find Vijay standing, his cock still as hard as it was a minute ago.

I just kept staring at Vimal bewildered and surprised, wondering what the hell was happening. Vimal was smiling at me, occasionally looking at her naked husband standing a couple of feet away from her. 

Vimal walked towards the couch and sat besides me. She ran her hand over my head before placing it on my shoulder.

"Don't worry Neha beta; we are not going to hurt you." She said in a very calm and caring voice.

"Yeah Neha...relax...." Vijay said as he took a step forward.

I calmed down a little and stretched my legs a little, but I was still alarmed and confused at the proceedings.

"Oh....look at you, you have grown into such a beautiful young woman Neha." Vimal said as she gently cupped my right breast with her hand.

"I agree to that my dear wife..." Vijay said and smiled.

I looked up at Vijay and then back at Vimal. What the fuck was happening? This isn't how it is supposed to happen? Why are they behaving like this? Am I dreaming? Is this some kind of an orgasmic dream that I was in?

As if Vimal was reading my mind when she said, "It is natural to be confused and afraid at this moment but you don't have to be anymore. I can't be angry at my favorite niece, let alone hurt her. And dear this is really happening." I just kept staring at her blankly, like a deer caught in the headlights.

"It is obvious for you to think that I didn't know about this, that this was a dirty little secret just between the two of you." She said as she gently stroked my head.

I blanked out for a moment as I got lost in my own thoughts. When Vijay last time said that he wouldn't tell my father about what had happened, I thought he implied that he wouldn't tell anyone about that, let alone his wife.

My chain of thoughts was broken as I felt some movement. Vijay took a couple of steps to the left and was now standing in front of me.

"How can I be jealous of my husband for sharing such a wonderful feeling of love making, that too with our baby niece?" Vimal said as she moved from my right breast to my left, cupping and squeezing it gently, just as she had with the right breast.

"I am so glad you are with us tonight and we would love you to be a part of our love. Now you have to just relax, sit back and enjoy." Vimal said, pulling my knees apart to reveal my pussy. I silently surrendered to her and spread my legs to let my wet pussy come into view.

"Vijay...would you please..." Vimal said pointing her finger at his cock.

"With pleasure..." Vijay said as he took another step forward so that his cock lightly touched my lips.

I was still unsure and nervous about what was happening and looked up at Vijay who was smiling at me. I looked at Vimal again to find her smiling at me too, nodding in agreement, indicating to go ahead.

Looking up at Vijay, I slowly opened my mouth. He gently moved his cock forward and let its head slide into my mouth. Once the head was inside, Vijay stayed still. I instinctively swirled my tongue around the head and gave it a gentle suck. Encouraged by my gesture Vijay started pushing his cock further into my mouth. My tongue rubbed against the underside of his cock as it slid deeper into my mouth.

His cock was half inside my mouth when Vijay pulled it back completely. He rubbed his cock head against my lips a couple of times before gently flicking my nose with it. Vimal lightly giggled and I smiled embarrassingly. 

Vijay then placed his cock at my lips and I, more confident this time, let it slide back into my mouth. Vijay's cock gently began stroking my mouth, slowly moving in and out. Vimal had her hands over my boobs, squeezing them, occasionally pinching my nipples. 

"You like his cock?" Vimal asked me as she continued fondling my breasts. I simply nodded with Vijay's cock in my mouth.

"I know you like sucking his cock, just like you did last time." Vimal said. I looked at her and smiled.

"Vijay, is she doing a good job?" Vimal asked Vijay, who by now had started stroking my mouth a little faster.

"She is even better than the last time." Vijay replied with a grin.

"Ohhh...she is a fast learner I see. Neha...you look so beautiful, mature sucking his cock." Vimal said as she slid her hand down my body and caressed my pussy.

Vimal's calm and composed voice and her encouraging words were having an effect on me. I spread my legs to accommodate her hand and spread my mouth to accommodate more of Vijay's cock.

"Remember I had told you...good things come to those who wait." Vimal said as she slid couple of her slender fingers inside my pussy. 

I moaned as she did that and I immediately recollected that moment a few years ago when she uttered those words. I had always wondered what she meant when she said those words, squeezing my hands as she said them.

And suddenly it clicked. My Uncle and Aunty had been eyeing me for all these years. They had been planning to seduce me into indulging in this debauchery. I knew people had lusted after me and I had avoided the trap till now but I ultimately succumbed to this couple; my very own aunt and uncle. But instead of feeling angry, scandalized or repulsed, I was thoroughly enjoying this.

Things started getting intense with Vijay fucking my mouth and Vimal fingering me faster. The tiniest shred of nervousness in me was long gone and I had started moaning in approval at their actions.

Till now I was just going with the flow, first with Vijay and now with Vimal and Vijay. I wanted to take charge, at least a little. I placed my left hand on Vijay's thigh and wrapped my right palm around his cock. Vijay immediately stopped and I removed his cock out of my mouth. I licked his shaft along its sides and then pushed his cock against his stomach before licking the underside of the shaft. I slowly licked all the way to his cock head before popping it inside and sucking on it hard. Vijay moaned as I did that and squeezed my right breast hard.

I then took a little more of his cock inside my mouth and started sucking hard. I bobbed my head forward and backward, taking more and more of his cock inside as my left hand kept jerking his cock.

"Ohh my...look at her going! Are you sure Neha that you are new at this?" Vimal asked me.

"Hahaha...This is just my second time doing this. You can say that perhaps I have an inborn, dormant talent of giving blowjobs." I replied before lowering my head to gobble up Vijay's balls.

"Awwww..." Vijay moaned and grabbed my hair as his cock twitched over my face.

His balls felt funny inside my mouth, as if I had two marbles inside my mouth. None the less, I kept licking them. Vimal had three fingers inside my pussy and they were rapidly moving in and out of it.

I took Vijay's balls out of my mouth as I moaned at the furious fingering Vimal was doing. I rapidly jerked Vijay's cock as a response to the fingering. Vijay perhaps just couldn't bare my mouth without his cock inside it, so he grabbed my hair and pulled me before shoving his cock back inside my mouth.

This sudden show of aggressiveness surprised but turned me on further as I placed my hands on his ass and let him fuck my mouth. Vijay now started rapidly fuck my mouth, making me gag occasionally but he had grabbed me so tightly that I just couldn't stop to recover.

"Keep sucking his cock like that Neha...I know he is about to cum..." Vimal said as continued stroking my pussy with her fingers.

That statement triggered my orgasm and I started moaning loudly. Vijay had also by now started moaning and his cock twitched wildly inside my mouth. 

"Ahhh...yeah...yeahh...Neha...." Vijay moaned as his orgasm hit and my mouth was in a second filled with his seed. Torrents of cum gushed down my throat, which I would have hated but the intensity of the moment was such that I just kept gulping his cum down my throat.

"Yesss...Neha...that's it...keep swallowing that." Vimal said, encouraging me to swallow her husband's cum. Once the orgasms subsided, Vijay pulled out of my mouth and so did Vimal out of my pussy. 

I just collapsed on the couch, exhausted but satisfied from the experience I just had. I opened my eyes after a few seconds to see that Vijay was now sitting on the chair next to the couch and Vimal was still seated where she had been. We took a few minutes to catch our breaths without exchanging any words but just kept smiling at each other. This was the best night of my life and I just didn't want it to end. 

After a while Vimal got up and pulled me up. As I stood up, she held my hand and started walking towards the bedroom. I silently followed her and Vijay followed me. We walked past the dinning room and entered the master bedroom.

The bedroom was large, with a wall mounted cupboard to the left as one entered and the computer desk at the right. Just a couple of feet to the right of the desk was the bathroom. The walls of the room were peach in color & a big king size bed was placed in the center of the room. The bed was big enough to stretch from the center of the room to the wall behind it. There was a large mirror on the ceiling, right above the bed.

As we entered the room, Vimal walked me to the bed and made me sit on the edge of the bed. She stood a couple of feet away from me and Vijay stood right behind her. He wrapped his hand around her waist and held her tightly. She looked back at him and he kissed her. The way Vijay kissed her was very different from how he kissed me. The kiss with me was full of lust & it was rough. Where as the kiss he shared with Vimal showed how much in love they were. It was a kiss which was intense but at the same time it was lovingly passionate.

I made myself comfortable on the bed, resting against the headboard with a pillow against my back, watching my uncle and aunt make love. Vijay turned Vimal around and kissed her again. He raised her T shirt a little and Vimal promptly pulled it over her head and threw it away all the while kissing him. Without breaking the kiss, she pushed down her pajamas and the first thing I noticed was that she wasn't wearing any panties.

Within seconds Vimal got out of the pajamas which were bunched around her feet and wrapped her arms around Vijay and kissed him even more passionately. Vijay responded with equal ferocity as the heat turned on. 

Vimal had a fantastic body for a middle aged woman. From where I was sitting, I could see she had a well maintained figure with little fat around her waist. Her ass was larger and fleshier than mine but not fat. She was taller than me by a couple of inches and had long slender legs which complemented her figure. Her fair skin and a beautiful face made her a stunner.

Vimal turned around and Vijay got busy unhooking her black lace bra. In a second it was unhooked and Vimal pulled it out and threw it on the floor. Once the bra was off, I could see Vimal's large breasts. They had just a little sag but were not droopers. She had pink nipples which looked extremely sexy on a pair of milky white tits.

Vimal smiled at me when she noticed that I was checking her out and I smiled back at her. She turned around and kissed Vijay once before getting down on her knees. She glanced at me before taking Vijay's limp cock in to her mouth. She slowly started sucking his cock, continuously staring at me. Vijay closed his eyes and threw his head back as his wife sucked new life into his cock. Within seconds his cock showed signs of revival, responding to the sexy woman sucking it.

As Vijay's cock assumed its peak proportions, it became extremely arousing watching her suck it. I was enjoying the show put up by those two and soon my right hand was down between my legs and my left hand was squeezing my boobs.

The way she sucked him clearly showed that she was a veteran at the game of sex and I definitely could take a few tips from her. She occasionally would go down to suck his balls making Vijay shiver in pleasure. Vimal sucked her husband hard for a couple of minutes before Vijay abruptly pushed her away.

"How was it?" Vimal asked about her performance as she stood facing me.

"Sexxyyy..." I replied, still playing with myself. Vijay and Vimal laughed at that comment.

"See how wet your Aunt's pussy has become?" Vijay said to me as he placed his wife's foot on the bed and spread open her clean shaven pussy.

"Hmmmm..." I replied as my fingers slid inside my pussy faster.

"Now I am going to fuck your aunt on this very bed right in front of you." Vijay said, to which Vimal giggled.

"Enjoy the show sweetheart." Vimal said as she lay on her back on the bed. Vijay mounted her as she spread her legs to accommodate him.

Vijay started kissing her and adjusted his cock at the entrance of her pussy. He broke the kiss and pushed his cock completely inside her pussy in one smooth stroke. Vimal gasped as Vijay's thickness spread her pussy.

I was sitting along the length of the bed, resting against the headboard where as Vijay and Vimal lay along the breadth of the bed, perpendicular to me. I had raised my knees as I fingered my pussy and I could watch them through the 'V' of my legs.

Vijay began fucking Vimal with deep, medium paced strokes. They soon settled into a comfortable rhythm of medium paced strokes. Vimal moaned lightly as her husband poked her womb with each stroke of his long cock. Vimal pulled him down and wrapped her hands around his head and kissed him. 

From my place I could clearly see their tongues lapping each other vulgarly. Vijay cupped her right breast with his left hand and lowered his head down to suck it. Vimal moaned in delight as Vijay munched on her breast before moving on to the other one.

Vijay started fucking her harder and Vimal's moans soon turned into wails of pleasure. She locked her legs around his waist and her hands behind his back and pulled him closer as he continued ramming her pussy with his magnificent cock. The scene unfolding in front of me was too much for me to handle I started having an orgasm. 

"Ahhh...Ahhh...Aaaiiieee." I screamed loudly, loud enough to break their rhythm and stare at me. My heart was pounding and drops of sweat had formed on my head as a result of the orgasm. This night had been the best and the strangest night of my life. From a simple family dinner, it had metamorphosed in to a fuck fest.

As my orgasm subsided, Vijay and Vimal resumed their fucking. Seeing them in action gave birth to a craving. I too wanted some of that action. I wanted to be fucked by my Uncle just the way he was fucking my Aunt. I wanted this memorable night to be even more memorable by getting fucked for the first time by none other than my Uncle.

Vijay was a handsome man who I had liked for many years. We had shared memorable intimate moments in the past one week. Vijay had pleasured and satisfied me by driving me to several mind blowing orgasms, with just foreplay. And now that I had witnessed his fucking prowess, I could think of no other man other than Vijay to be the first one to enter me.

"Fuck me..." I moaned. Vijay and Vimal immediately stopped fucking and looked up at me.

"Fuck me...please...Fuck me..." I pleaded. They just kept staring at me for a few moments before looking at each other. They kissed passionately for a few seconds and then looked at me and smiled.

Without uttering a word, both of them disengaged. Vimal got off the bed and moved to the side table and Vijay crawled on the bed and kneeled to my right. I immediately grabbed his cock and lowered my mouth on it and began sucking it. It tasted different and I knew that it was because of the thick coat of Vimal's juices on it.

Vijay pushed my head back and took his cock out of my mouth. I looked at him to see that he had a condom in his hand. I rested my back against the headboard, watching Vijay as he placed the condom on his cock head and rolled it down completely along its length.

My heart pounded faster as I realized that the moment was near. I was going to be fucked for the first time. Will it be painful and uncomfortable? I just pushed aside those thoughts because I knew I was in the hands of an expert.

My thoughts changed from those of fear to those of performance anxiety. Will I be good enough for him? This was the first thing that came to my mind as Vijay spread my legs and sat between them. I knew it was going to pleasurable for me but I also wanted to make him feel good. I wanted him to enjoy fucking me as much as he enjoyed fucking his wife.

Vijay got on top of me and placed his cock at my pussy. Vijay's body weight on me felt so good, so safe, as if nothing would happen to me. I kept staring at Vijay as he rubbed his cock along the length of my pussy.

Vijay lowered his mouth over mine and I wrapped my hands around his back and pulled him closer for a deeper kiss. Just then I felt it! I felt his cock slowly enter my vagina. I gasped loudly as the tip entered my wet, waiting pussy. Vijay slowly kept pushing his cock deeper inside my pussy. Once the head was in, his thick shaft started going in.

I could feel strong pain in my pussy as if a knife had been inserted. I knew this would happen and didn't stop him. Instead I decided to close my eyes and focus on the kiss. As Vijay's cock went in deeper, I pulled him closer and kissed him harder. 

"We're in..." Vimal exclaimed. I opened my eyes and looked down to see that his balls were touching my pussy. I had managed to take Vijay's huge cock completely inside me. I never thought that my tiny little pussy could accommodate such a large organ.

"Fuck...I can't believe it. I am not a virgin anymore." I moaned. Vijay and Vimal laughed loudly at that comment.

Vijay didn't move for a while, waiting for the pain to subside and letting me get used to his length and thickness. He slowly started pulling his cock out of my pussy and half way through pushed it back again slowly. Vijay continued fucking me in slow and deep strokes. Little bombs of pleasure bombs of pleasure exploded in my mind with each thrust of his cock.

We broke the kiss and Vijay raised himself, placing his hands on either side of my breasts. He pulled his cock out completely, rubbed it against my pussy and then pushed it inside me once again; this time, his cock went to the hilt in one swift, abrupt stoke inside my pussy.

"Ohhh fucckkkkk...aaahhh." I screamed at the sudden intrusion, feeling like I had been impaled on a pike.




Dirty Little Secret Ch. 03



I raised my legs in the air and spread them wide as Vijay started fucking me with deep, long strokes. His stroking was steady, almost leisurely; as if taking his own sweet time to fuck me. Vijay wanted to make it last as long as possible and so did I.

I was lying on my back with my legs in the air as Vijay ploughed my pussy. He lowered his head on my left breast and began sucking it as he settled into fucking me in shorter, faster strokes. I pulled him away from my left tit and fed him my right tit before locking my feet behind his waist.

'Creek......creek.....creek.....creek..creek creek creek creek." The bed creaked as Vijay increased his speed; his cock now pistoned in and out of my pussy harder.

"Ahhh...yeah....yeah...I love this...." I moaned as Vijay continued banging me. Vimal who till then was standing next to the bed, silently watching us, suddenly walked away. I didn't bother to ask as I wanted to completely focus on my man who was masterfully stoking the fire inside my pussy, driving me to sexual frenzy.

I grabbed Vijay's cheeks and pulled him down to kiss him. In the heat of the moment, I bit his lips to which Vijay moaned and fucked me even harder. As I kept staring at Vijay, moaning and urging him to keep going, I saw a flash of light. I looked to my left and saw that Vimal was holding a camera and then there was another flash of light followed by a 'click' sound.

"What the hell..." I moaned in disbelief at what was happening. My aunt was taking photographs of her husband fucking her niece. That was so fucking perverse.

"Ohh...stop worrying dear and just focus on the pleasure. You two look so good together right now that I just had to capture this moment forever." She said as she clicked another photo.

I looked up at Vijay who just blankly stared at me, focusing on just fucking my pussy. She moved around the bed taking several photos of our carnal fest. She stood behind Vijay, hidden from my view and I head several clicks. I knew she was taking close up shots of Vijay's cock fucking my pussy.

Even though I found this idea very perverse and wrong; the whole evening had been one sick, perverse orgy between an Uncle, Aunt and their Niece.

After taking several shots of our love making, Vimal kept the camera on the bedside table and climbed on the bed, making her self comfortable next to me. She began fingering herself, watching her husband fuck the living day lights out of his amateur virgin niece.

Vijay lowered his body on me before grabbing my ass hard with his strong hands and resumed fucking me ruthlessly. Vijay nuzzled my neck and sucked on my ear as he kept on fucking me hard. 

As I opened my eyes for a brief moment, I saw myself in the mirror above the bed. I could see Vijay's ass moving up and down rapidly. My heels were on his ass; my hands were on his back, clawing and scratching it and my mouth wide opened as moans of pleasure escaped through it. I could also see a reflection of my sexy naked aunt lying next to me, furiously fingering herself. 

The merciless fucking coupled with such an erotic view above jump started my orgasm and my moans of pleasure turned into screams of unbridled passion. Seeing me writhe and moan under Vijay, Vimal too started moaning. Vijay who had till now been almost silent throughout apart from occasional moans and grunts had started moaning too. I, by now had seen enough to know that all of us were close to cumming.

As our orgasms built up to their peeks, I grabbed Vimal's hand and squeezed it hard. Vijay's strokes had gotten rough and irregular. His cock twitched wildly inside my pussy, signaling the arrival of a massive orgasm.

"Yeahh...Yeah....Aaahhhh." I screamed as the orgasm hit me and as it did my pussy clenched, tightening around Vijay's cock. My nails dug deep into his back and my teeth dug into his shoulder as I bit him in the throngs of my orgasm. 

The screaming, bucking, violent niece and her tight pussy were too much for Vijay to handle and he started cumming too. Watching us orgasm, Vimal too was pushed over the edge. She squeezed my hand tight and her thighs closed tightly around her hand as she moaned and squirmed her way to an orgasm.

Vijay immediately withdrew from my pussy and straddled my chest, his legs on either side of my chest. He took the condom of his cock and passed it to Vimal. I opened my mouth and Vijay immediately stuffed his still hard cock into it. I began sucking it, relishing the salty taste of the residual cum and the drops of it still oozing from his cock. I glanced at Vimal to see that she was drinking the cum dripping from the upturned condom.

I sucked Vijay's cock till it shrunk to normal, hoping that it would rise again to fuck me but I think he was totally spent. He got off me and collapsed on the bed in between me and Vimal. We both placed our heads on his shoulders and smiled at each other. We sat there catching our breath, still sighing and cooing from our respective subsiding orgasms.

I woke up to find sun light piercing through the closed window, falling on the bed. I sat up with a blanket over my chest, finding myself on the same bed that I had been fucked on last night. I must have drifted to sleep from exhaustion and satisfaction sometime after our mind blowing orgy had ended.

I yawned and rubbed my eyes and looked around. I saw Vijay was still lying in bed, snoring lightly in deep sleep. He surely must have been tired because he had successfully accomplished the task of satisfying two women at the same time last night.

I looked around for my clothes but didn't find them only to remember that I was stripped of my clothes in the living room after which I walked naked to the bedroom before being fucked on the bed on which I was sitting.

As I moved to get off the bed, I felt a light pain in my crotch. I lifted the blanket to find a sore pussy. There were some light patches of dry blood and my pussy juices. I smiled knowing the fact that I was no more a girl. 

I had transformed into a woman in a matter of a few passion filled hours. I couldn't find Vimal around and had to go to the living room to collect my clothes.

I didn't know what time it was or who else was in the house so I got off the bed, trying not to make any noise to attract the attention of anyone. I tip toed to the door of the bedroom and peeked outside. 

The house was eerily silent and I could neither hear nor sense any movement around. I quickly walked to living room to get my clothes but to my utter surprise I couldn't find them there either. Surprised and confused I walked back to the bedroom.

'Where was Aunt Vimal.' I thought before I heard the shower running in the attached bathroom. I walked to it and found the door was slightly open. 

I slowly pushed the door open to see Vimal standing naked under the shower. The hot water was running down her body and the steam rose up from her skin. She was facing away from me and I could clearly see her sexy ass. Vimal sensed movement and turned around. She gave me a welcoming smile, not bothering to cover herself up and neither did I. How would it have mattered; after all we had seen each other naked, doing some nasty shit last night?

"I kept you clothes in the cupboard. It wouldn't look good to find all your clothes lying in the living room if incase someone comes." She said.

I didn't utter a word and slowly walked inside the bathroom. I closed the door with a light push and stood there staring at my Aunt. 

I took a few steps, stopping just out of the shower's reach. I kept staring at my Aunt, silently admiring her beautiful body. Vimal was still smiling at me as she reached out with her hand and pulled me towards her.

"Aaahhh..." I moaned as the hot water fell on my body which felt so good. Vimal cupped my boobs with her hands and gently squeezed them.

"Last night was good. Wasn't it?" She asked me. "Yeahh...thank you guys so much." I replied.

"Don't thank us. Why thank us when we had the privilege of having your company last night." Vimal said. I just smiled back.

"I hope you will be joining us regularly from now on." She said as she lowered her head to flick my wet, warm nipple with her tongue.

"Ahhh...yeah...I want to...but my parents..." I said.

"Don't worry about them. They wouldn't mind you spending little more time with us like you have all these years and dear...this is now our dirty little secret and it always will be." She said, standing straight facing me.

This was a great idea. My parents had a problem with me going out with friends or 'strangers' as they called them but they had always encouraged me to spend time with my wise & mature Uncle & Aunt. How would they know or even suspect that within the confines of their relative's house, their daughter was doing things that they had feared and prevented her from doing with other people. Perhaps she would end up doing far nastier things here than she would do with anyone else.

"Sounds like a great plan." I said as I moved to kiss Vimal.

"Yeah baby..." Vimal said just before our lips met.

Few months later.....

"Hello Vimal." I said as I picked up her call.

"Hi Neha Beta...are you still in college?" She asked.

"Yeah...I just got done with the lectures. I was thinking of heading home." I said as I walked to the parking lot of my college.

"Why don't you drop by and have lunch with me?" She asked.

"Yeah...okay...anyways I am home alone today so I will be there in some time, okay?" I replied.

"Okay..." Vimal said and disconnected the call.

Half an hour later I was at the door of her house. Vimal welcomed me just as she usually did.

"Where is Vijay?" I asked, looking for him.

"He has gone out of town for the day. Will come back in the evening." She replied as we walked to the dinning table.

After having a nice meal, Vimal and I chatted for a while before she said, "I want to show you something."

"What is it?" I asked.

"Come with me and I will show you." She said as she stood up and started walking to the bedroom and I followed her.

Vimal walked to the computer and pulled a chair for me. We both sat in front of it and Vimal clicked on a folder which was named 'work'. I wondered what was in it that she wanted to show me.

"What is this?" I asked.

"Just watch and you will know." She replied as she clicked on the folder and it opened. There was a media file and a folder in it. She clicked on media file and it opened. 

She maximized the window and I could see the words 'Scene 1' on the screen. From the time stamp on the screen I realized that it was taken a couple months ago when my parents had gone out of town for a relative's wedding for a week and I had stayed with Vijay & Vimal in their house.

Scene 1: The introduction

"Is it on...Is it on Vijay?" Vimal asked; the picture still out of focus.

"Yeah...just adjusting it a little." Vijay said. In a few moments the camera view adjusted and there I was naked on the bed with Vimal. We were on our knees on the bed with our hands around each other's waist.

Vijay walked into the view from behind the camera. He was completely naked, just like us. He got on the bed on his knees and moved closer to us. A few words were spoken which the camera mike couldn't pick up, followed by giggles.

Vijay lowered his head and sucked on our nipples one by one; starting from my left breast, moving to the right one and then going to Vimal's breasts. As Vijay got busy sucking two pairs of large breasts, I and Vimal got busy kissing each other.

Scene 2: The appetizers

The camera was now above the bed near the edge and from the way it was shaking, it was clear that someone was holding it. I and Vimal were lying on our stomachs on the bed and Vijay, who was acting as the camera man was standing at the edge of the bed. The camera moved from showing our naked asses, to our backs and stopped at a point where one could see Vijay's cock inside my mouth and Vimal's head down as she sucked his balls. I was looking up at Vijay and smiling as I heard his moans which were also captured clearly on the camera. Vijay's hand came into the scene and ran through my hair before clutching them and pushing his cock deeper into my mouth, followed by my long moan.

The scene changed to one in which I was now kneeling on the bed and Vijay was standing on the bed in front of me. His hands were tightly holding my hair as he fucked my mouth. Because of his frantic and rough movements, the picture was not very clear. After a few seconds, the camera moved from Vijay's hand to Vimal's hand who was sitting next to me. The scene was now shot from the side angle and one could now clearly see Vijay's cock thrusting in and out of my mouth and the gagging sounds that I was making as it did so.

The scene then changed where the camera was now steady, still over the edge of the bed but this time, I was lying on the bed. Vimal was licking my pussy and Vijay was kneeling to my right, near my head with his cock going in and out of my mouth. 

My right hand was Vimal's head and my left hand was wrapped around Vijay's ass, pulling both of them closer. Vijay, then lowered himself on my chest, squeezed my right breast with both his hands and started sucking it.

Next scene showed me with my head hanging off the edge of the bed, with Vijay's cock fucking my mouth. The camera then moved to show Vimal, fingering my pussy and sucking my clit. As the scene rolled on my moans got louder and my body thrashed wildly as I came.

Scene 3: The main course

The camera was now at the side of the bed. I was lying on the bed with Vijay over me, fucking me steadily.

"Mmmm...Mmmm.." I moaned; it was muffled by Vimal's mouth over mine. As Vijay's stroking got faster and deeper, Vimal moved from my mouth on to my boobs and started sucking them.

The scene changed and now I and Vimal were on our fours next to each other. I was holding the ridge of the head board. Vijay was behind me, holding the camera with his right hand and his left hand was on my ass; his cock pistoning my pussy rapidly. 

My ass was jiggling and his balls were making a loud slapping sound as they banged against my swollen pussy. Vijay took his left hand off my ass and shoved two of his fingers inside Vimal's pussy. As our pussies were being serviced, Vimal and I were passionately kissing each other. 

The scene changed and now one could see our faces as the view was from the camera on the head board. Vijay pulled his cock out of my pussy and moved behind Vimal before shoving his cock into her pussy. 

Vimal screamed in pleasure and Vijay began fucking her furiously. From the point of view, one could see Vimal's eyes closed and her mouth opened as she moaned in pleasure as her husband fucked her hard from behind. The camera mike captured the loud creaking of the bed as Vijay fucked Vimal.

The scene changed and one could see Vimal lying on her back and her legs on Vijay's shoulder. Vijay was fucking her rapidly. I, on the other hand was sitting on Vimal's face, facing Vijay. Vijay moved forward and kissed me before lowering his head to suck on my melons. Vimal's moans were muffled by my pussy but my moans were loud and clear.

In the next scene, I was riding Vijay's cock. My knees were on either side of his hips and my feet were resting on his thighs. I was rocking back and forth, round and round over his cock. My breasts were in my hands and I was squeezing them, moaning as Vijay's cock poked my insides. Vimal was sitting on Vijay's face, moaning loudly too as her husband devoured her pussy. Vijay was busy kneading Vimal's boobs.

I placed my feet on the near Vijay's hips and began jumping on his cock. My boobs swung up and down wildly. My hair, tied in a pony was swinging around as well. Vimal suddenly screamed as she orgasmed and got off her husband's face. Watching her, I too had a loud orgasm and slowed down. 

Vijay pulled me down immediately and kissed me, sharing with me his wife's juices. Vijay grabbed my ass and started rocking me back and forth over his cock. I moved forward and grabbed the head board, pushing my boobs within the reach of Vijay's mouth. 

Vijay latched on to my tits and sucked on them hard as we continued fucking. After a while, Vijay patted on my ass and as if it was a pre-decided signal, I immediately got off him. Vijay got up and quickly mounted Vimal and started fucking her.

Scene 4: Mix N Match

I was sitting on the dinning table with my heels on the edge. My legs were spread wide open allowing Vijay to fuck me hard. His hands were locked behind my neck and I was holding on to his big, strong arms as he fucked me with short, rapid strokes. The camera was in Vimal's hands as she stood a few feet away shooting her husband fucking his niece.

From the time stamp, I noticed that it was shot at some other time than the previous scenes. I remembered that this scene was shot after Vijay had returned from work in the evening the next day.

"Faster,...Faster...Fuck...Fuck...Fuck...Aahh...Yess...Fuck me..." I hollered as Vijay rammed his cock into my pussy like a wild animal.

Vijay stopped stroking me and locked my feet behind him. I locked my hands behind his neck. Vijay picked me up and placed his hands on my ass.

I immediately started bouncing on his cock. My moans and screams were a clear indication of how much I enjoyed being fucked suspended in the air.

"Ohh myyy godddd....hahahha!" Vimal exclaimed as she watched us fucking in this position.

We fucked in that position for a few minutes before Vijay pushed me against a wall near by and began thrusting from beneath. I was slobbering Vijay with kisses as he grabbed my ass and fucked me hard.

The next scene was a very different scene. It was shot in night vision. The time stamp was of 1.13 am, December 5th. Vijay was lying on the bed with his hands behind his back. His two lovely ladies were lying to his sides, near his waist, sucking his pole. 

As I was sucking his balls and Vimal was licking his shaft from the side. After sucking his balls, I started licking up to the head. Vimal and I simultaneously licked our way up to the cock and sucked on the cock head together. As we sucked on the mushroom like head of Vijay's cock, our tongues and lips met. For a moment, we let go of Vijay's cock and indulged in a very wet, sloppy kiss.

"Ohh shit that is so fucking hot....I am gonna cum..." Vijay moaned and in seconds later, his cock spurted thick jets sperm in the air, landing on our heads and faces. 

Scene 5: The 'Cumpilation'

This scene was by far the hottest part of the video as it showed me getting cum shots from Vijay.

The first one was when Vijay was fucking me hard in missionary position before he pulled out and shot his load over my body, a few even landing on my face.

The next one was when Vijay was fucking my mouth before he moaned and his cock started spurting semen inside my mouth. Vijay's cock had sealed my mouth tight enough to keep the spunk inside my mouth apart from a few drops that drifted down the side of my mouth. One could clearly see my throat gulp down the mouthful of Vijay's semen.

The next one was when I was kneeling near the bed as Vijay was vigorously jerking his cock in front of my face. After a few seconds a jet of hot, thick cum explode out of his cock and landed on my face.

Next scene showed me and Vimal kneeling on the bed, sucking Vijay's cock. Vijay moaned loudly before pulling out his cock from Vimal's mouth and shooting his load inside my waiting mouth. He then pointed his cock at Vimal and shot the rest of his load inside her mouth. Once Vijay was done, Vimal and I kissed each other, sharing our respective shares of semen.

But the best cum shot in the video by far was this one. 

I was lying on my back as Vijay's cock fucked my boobs. Vijay had earlier placed his cock in my cleavage and I had pushed my boobs together to snuggly fit his cock. Vijay was rocking back and forth rapidly, twisting and pulling my nipples. I had lowered my head such that Vijay's cock went inside my mouth with his each forward thrust. Vijay grunted and moaned loudly as his cock spurt thick ropes of semen in my mouth and face; some even falling on my hair.




Dirty Little Secret Ch. 03



With that last scene, the video ended.

"Wowww..that was amazing...when did you compile this video?" I asked, breathing heavily. I was extremely turned on and wanted to have sex then and there.

"Wait...there is more." Vimal said as she clicked on another file.

The file was a slideshow of the pictures of us having sex. First few photos were of me posing in skimpy clothes, lingerie and bikinis and with each successive photo a piece of cloth went missing off my body. There were stills from our sex sessions; some from the video compilation, some from other times like when Vijay and I had sex in his car. Some photos were also taken as I took a shower after sex. The slide also included photos taken by Vimal on our first night together.

"Well...I can see you liked it..." Vimal said, smiling mischievously.

"I loved it...but one thing was missing in the video..." I replied.

"What is that?" She asked.

"A scene of just the two of us." I replied as I placed my hand on her thigh.

"That sounds wonderful. We have the time, tools and talent to do that. Let's give Vijay a surprise tonight." She said.

"Yeaaah.." I replied.

"Let me get the camera..." Vimal said as she stood up and hurriedly walked to the cupboard.

"Let me get out of my clothes...." I replied as I stood up and started unbuttoning my shirt. 

The End.



Dirty Little Secret Ch. 03



I made his hips buck and thrust when I wanted; I knew how to elicit deep, guttural moans from him; I was a master cocksucker and he was completely under my spell.

I gave him a blowjob he'd never forget. A blowjob he would dream about even in the most awkward of moments. 

I was da Vinci and my hands, lips and tongue expertly brushed his hot flesh with my special skill. 

When I finally allowed him to cum, his body flew out of control. His heavy, semen-laden balls jerked and jumped in my hand. 

The force with which his first shot of cum hit the back of my throat surprised me. I concentrated hard and was able to swallow his remaining load.

Afterwards he held me tight and covered my face with kisses. Our mouths pressed together; we exchanged each other's flavor.

When his breathing returned to normal he whispered in my ear, "Johnny, I love you so much...."

And for the first time, I truly and honestly knew how I felt about Lane. I experienced a joy and warmth in my heart that had been missing from my life.

A smile formed on my lips as I said, "I love you, too, Lane -- I love you, too."

First thing Sunday morning I searched news and sports websites to see if there was any mention of Todd's interview. I was relieved when I couldn't find any. The last thing Denny needed was an unnecessary spotlight on his personal life.

I immersed myself in my studies the rest of the morning.

Lane called just as I finished eating lunch. There was an edginess to his voice.

"John, go to 'SquawkBox' and read the comments...I have to leave -- I'm late for practice -- bye -- love you."

'SquawkBox' was a university chat-room where students posted everything from complaining about lousy cafeteria food to how to cheat on your mid-terms. Most of it was inane but sometimes funny.

A cold chill ran up my spine when I saw the main topic of the day -- is a gay football player too much of a distraction to the team? 

Most of the comments were positive, and supportive. Not surprising for the more liberal atmosphere of a university campus. But as I scrolled down, I read quite a few homophobic rants, as well:

"Queers shouldn't take showers with real men."

"It makes me sick when I see two guys kissing. It isn't right -- it's an abomination."

"Denny Johnson should stay in the closet where he belongs."

"I find the phrase 'Gay Pride' very disturbing. How can one be proud of aberrant and unnatural sexual behavior?"

"'Goldilocks and the Three Bears' has a whole new meaning for me now."

"If God had meant for men to be fags, He would have made it possible for us to suck our own dicks."

"WTF!!! WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?????"

"Queers are proof that God has a sense of humor."

"Gays aren't born that way. They learn that behavior from permissive parents and a liberal media."

"So Denny is really a Tight End at heart...."

"God is perfect. God doesn't make mistakes. That is all the proof needed to understand that homosexuality is a chosen perversion."

"Some men have absolutely no self-control. They'll screw anything that comes along -- women or MEN!! It's all about satisfying their unnatural lust."

"Why don't the other guys on the team beat some sense into Denny?"

"What a sad day for our university! We've become a laughing-stock!" 

"Todd, don't bend over in the shower to pick up the soap!"

I felt a need to talk with Denny. If for no other reason than to let him know I was on his side. 

His phone went right to voicemail. 

"Denny, this is John..." I said. "Call me If you want to talk...if you want to come over here I'd love to see you...don't let the bastards get you down...bye."

I found solace in my textbooks. There was something reassuring and comforting in the complex mathematical equations and formulas: perfection in a not-so-perfect world.

After dinner, I was cleaning up the kitchen when I thought I heard something. I shut off the water and listened. Someone was tapping lightly on the window. The blinds were drawn but I knew it was Lane. I smiled and went to open the outside door. 

I really need to get a key made for him, I thought, as I waited for him to emerge from the small pathway through the thick bushes.

He was bending over to avoid the branches. I saw the top of his ballcap first.

Finally, I thought, a new ballcap!

When he straightened up my heart stopped. It wasn't Lane, it was Denny. 

We both looked around and then hurried into my apartment.

We hugged. It seemed like the most natural instinct in the world. I pressed my head against his broad chest. Being in his arms gave me the sense of safety and security I needed.

He kissed my forehead as he held me tight. I felt his penis become erect just as he broke off the hug. I was thrilled he found me desirable. 

We settled on the sofa.

"I'm glad you came here -- I've been worried about you," I said.

I closed the gap between us until our legs were touching. I wanted to subtly let him know I cared; that the things I'd said the other day didn't mean anything; that they were said out of fear and self-loathing.

His body visibly relaxed. A sigh of relief escaped his lips. His eyes softened, but he still didn't smile.

"I offered to quit the team..." he said, "but all the guys said 'no'...."

"That's great," I said automatically. 

Part of me wanted him away from football...far away, where he could live his life anonymously; where people wouldn't give a damn he was gay.

"We had a private meeting tonight...the big boys in Administration want me to quit -- they say it's going to get bad -- they say it's going to bring real negative publicity to the school that will hurt recruiting ...they told Coach he should advise me to quit for the good of the team and the university...I tried to quit, but the guys wouldn't have it -- they said it's b.s. and we're all in this together...."

"What do you mean 'it's going to get bad'? How bad?" I asked.

"I guess some sports reporters know I'm gay -- they've been talking to a lot of people on campus...they say they don't write stories just to attack a guy's personal life so they've been holding off on printing them...now, they say a gay college football player who could go high in the NFL draft is a real news story -- they're not going to hold their stories any longer -- I think it could 'hit the fan' any day."

I was outraged, but at the same time scared senseless. 

How, in any sane and reasonable universe, can someone's sexuality be considered a news story?

"That's why I came here...when this blows-up I don't want you anywhere near me...I'm strong -- I can take the heat...I don't want anyone else getting hurt on my account...when this dies down -- maybe...well, I'm hoping you and I can spend more time together."

I said the first thing that came into my mind.

"But I want to be with you now...."

We gazed into each other's moistened eyes.

He said, "You don't know how much I've wanted to hear you say that."

A tapping noise on my window startled both of us. I briefly wondered what it was; I quickly recovered and knew it had to be Lane.

"Uh, well...a friend of mine comes over every now and then...." I said in response to the question in Denny's eyes.

I opened my apartment door then the building door and Lane scurried inside. 

A benign, bemused expression spread across both of their faces.

"You still wearing that ratty-old ballcap?" Denny asked Lane.

Lane retorted, "You still have that fifteen-year-old jockstrap hanging on your wall?"

I was relieved when they smiled and shook hands. It should have occurred to me they knew each other: they were both on athletic scholarships and lived in the same building.

"Are you alright, Den?" asked Lane. "They're beating you up pretty good online."

"Well, I figured it would happen sooner or later," he replied, sadly shaking his head. "The timing is bad, though, being in the middle of the season...I feel terrible for the team...."

I asked them if they wanted something to drink.

"No thanks, John, I better get going," Denny replied. 

We exchanged good-byes then with a smirk on his face Denny added, "You boys have a wonderful evening now, okay?"

Lane and I embraced and kissed. He had a hard-on that pressed against my belly. I briefly wondered if it was me or Denny who had aroused him.

As we walked hand-in-hand into the bedroom, I felt a twinge of guilt and confusion.

Am I cheating on Denny having Lane here? Or, because of the feelings I have for Denny, am I cheating on Lane?

It was then I realized love is an infinite emotion. The human heart has no restrictions or limits. It is possible to love a hundred people as it is one. The love I felt for both Lane and Denny was mutually strong and non-exclusive. 

I smiled at the thought I was in love with two wonderful guys. 

"Okay Aqua-boy -- strip naked and get on the table!" I said with a mock forcefulness.

Lane visibly shivered with anticipation as he tore off his clothes and climbed onto the massage table.

An hour later we were cuddling beneath the heavy bedspread; naked and perspiring, we clung to each other as though we were the last humans alive on the planet. 

We gently stroked and kissed and made soft exclamations of joy and satisfaction. We were now accustomed to exchanging the remnants of our fluids with our lips and tongues. 

"I better get going..." he murmured in my ear but made no movement to do so.

We continued caressing and kissing until I suddenly blurted out, "Have you been to bed with Denny?"

Lane flinched and I heard his breath catch in his throat. I had my answer.

It occurred to me that when Lane saw Denny in my apartment, the expressions on their faces, and their body language suggested they'd been more than mere acquaintances. I had been so self-absorbed in being in the presence of the two men I loved I'd completely missed it.

"Well, uh...uh...." he softly stammered.

"If you don't want to say anything I'll understand...." I reassured him.

"No, no...we shouldn't keep secrets..." he said. 

Then he gave a long sigh and continued: "It was our first year here -- our freshman year...we both wanted to take summer classes so we were here in June...there were only a handful of other guys living in the dorm...with all the empty rooms in June what are the odds they'd give us rooms next to each other?"

"We hung out and became friends...we worked-out together, and he likes to swim so I took him to the practice pool where only the swim team can go...I don't really know how it began, but one day after swimming we were in the showers -- he was standing across from me...I tried not to, but I couldn't stop myself from looking at him -- not openly, of course, I thought I was being secretive about it...he's got such a great body I just had to look...anyway, he got a hard-on -- oh my God -- I'd never seen a cock like his before -- not like I had a lot of experience looking at cocks, but his erection made me hard, too...are you sure you want to hear this?"

I smiled and kissed him. I thought maybe I should feel jealousy, but instead, I was experiencing a different reaction. 

I softly laughed and said, "Yes I want to hear this." 

I guided his hand to my hard cock, and added, "This is a great bedtime story, please continue."

"Aren't you a dirty boy," he giggled then slowly began stroking my prick.

"Anyway...we walked back to our rooms and he asked if I would spot him while he lifted weights. I said, "Sure" so we went into his room...he's got quite a set-up: a bench, a barbell, a couple hand weights, anyway...he takes off his shirt and lays on the bench, he holds the barbell and tells me to place my hands next to his in case he loses his grip -- okay, no problem...he begins his reps and I stare at his chest...something came over me as I looked at his marvelous chest and I get another hard-on -- OH MY GOD, I thought, all I'm wearing is tiny gym shorts, and I'm standing over his face -- my crotch maybe two-feet from his eyes -- I knew for sure he could see my bulge..."

Lane's hand slowed-down on my prick; he was trying to delay my impending climax. 

"Anyway, he stopped and said it was my turn...I protested, I said there was too much weight and he said, "C'mon, you baby, at least give it a try"...what could I do? Now his crotch was just above my face...I tried not to look, but something fascinating was happening...while I struggled with the barbell, he began squatting lower and lower making sure I wouldn't drop the barbell on myself, and I clearly watched his cock get harder and harder in his shorts...worst of all, he wasn't wearing a jock or underwear...the leg holes of his shorts flared open and I found myself staring at his balls and his cock -- I was terrified he'd catch me looking and would beat the shit out of me, but he wouldn't let me stop lifting, and I couldn't stop looking at him..."

I took a deep breath; Lane's skilled hand was bringing me closer and closer to another climax.

"What happened next?" I asked.

"He began squatting even lower...I could smell his aroma...I gasped out loud -- I moaned -- I was sure he could hear me but I was too far gone...his smell drove me crazy...my cock was throbbing, I knew I was going to cum in my shorts while he was watching...I'd never felt such humiliation -- I was so ashamed of myself teardrops rolled down my face..."

"Poor thing," I said, stroking Lane's hair.

"He helped me place the barbell in the holder rack...I was going to cover myself with my hands but he held them to the bar, he said "Don't move"...he pushed his shorts to the floor and squatted lower until his balls were on my face..."

"Oh my God -- what did you do?"

"His smell overwhelmed me -- I caved-in -- I surrendered -- I didn't even think about it -- I began to...I, uh...I licked his balls...they were sweaty from his work-out and I licked the sweat off his balls...oh Christ, how I hated myself but I couldn't stop licking him..."

Lane shifted on the bed. He began kissing my chest; gently biting my nipples; he kissed his way down my body. His hand moved faster on my hard cock.

"Suddenly, Denny reached out and gripped my cock thru my shorts -- he squeezed it hard...he gave it two-three strokes and I was gone...it was the biggest load of cum I ever shot and it soaked my shorts -- and his hand...."

Lane was kneeling between my legs now, his tongue licking at my cockhead.

I coughed and with a raspy voice I asked, "What happened? What did Denny do next?"

"He guided his cock to my lips -- he held it still -- he didn't force me to do anything -- it was up to me to make the next move...I couldn't help myself -- I lifted my head off the bench and wrapped my lips around his prick...I sucked him as he fucked my face...he unloaded a gallon of cum in my mouth..."

Suddenly my body jerked and spasmed -- I shot streams of cum into Lane's greedily sucking mouth. I couldn't believe how excited his story had made me. I pictured Denny's big cock in Lane's mouth as I grunted and groaned and emptied my balls. I heard Lane gulping down my discharge.

He kissed my lips. I tasted my own cum once again. 

He lay with his head on my chest, eyes closed; I masturbated his wonderfully stiff cock until his semen spurted upwards then fell and coated my hand, and his belly. 

I scooped up as much of his cum as I could then brought my hand to my lips and licked it clean, savoring every drop. 

Lane watched me eating his cum with a look of awe and wonder in his wide open eyes. A huge smile spread across his beautiful face.

We breathlessly murmured "I love you" then fell asleep in each other's arms.

Each day of the following week, the "SquawkBox" comments concerning Denny garnered more and more media attention. 

It began like a small snowball at the top of a hill then as it rolled downward it grew bigger and bigger until it became totally out of control with a life of its own.

The large media outlets mostly ignored the story until Thursday. Then, for whatever reason, perhaps to divert attention from 'boring' stories like a bad economy, and millions of unemployed people struggling day-by-day just to live, Denny's plight became a national spectacle. 

It was silly and ridiculous. Gay people had slowly gained rights in many states; the initial furor had died down, and I thought people were finally accepting the fact that gay people deserved to live open and fulfilling lives like everyone else. 

Now it seemed as though the country had regressed back to square one. They could accept that gay people were everywhere in every walk of life, but an athlete? A GAY ATHLETE?? OUTRAGEOUS!!! 

Denny wanted me to stay away. He wanted to protect me from the idiots and homophobes.

On Monday, I did just that. I went for my tutoring sessions slightly early and out of curiosity I snuck a look inside the cafeteria. 

Denny was sitting alone finishing his dinner. His teammates walked by him without saying a word. He fought to maintain an appearance of stoicism, but I thought I saw the look of a deer caught in headlights in his sad eyes. It broke my heart.

Later, I tutored three of his teammates and there was a definite tension in the air. No witty banter or teasing; things had changed. At times they even became gruff with me when I tried hard to instill facts into their stubborn minds.

It was apparent that while the team showed a united front to the public, there was dissension and discord within their ranks. 

It seemed they would accept 'Goldilocks' as their teammate as long as the national championship was a legitimate possibility, but I feared for Denny if the team should lose a game. I was sure his teammates would turn on him in a heartbeat. 

Denny and I went thru our sessions; he finished first and left before I could talk with him.

That night I lay in bed a long time, my brain circuitry on overload, desperately thinking of what I could do or say to help make life easier for my friend. He was facing this shit-storm all alone and it wasn't right. 

Friendship is easy in the good times, but the true mark of friendship, and the character of a man, is how they deal with adversity. 

What kind of man would allow his friend to suffer in silence and not offer his fullest comfort and support?

My heart was racing as I walked to Tuesday's tutoring sessions. My palms were perspiring, my hands were trembling and I felt weak in the knees.

I waited out of sight of the cafeteria door until I saw Denny. Out of deference, or whatever, he stepped to the side and let a few teammates go past him into the cafeteria. They ignored him like he was invisible. 

He wore his feelings of desolation and despair on his face. His expression of confusion and helplessness tore at my heart. 

I sidled-up next to him before he knew I was there. 

"Let's go inside, Johnson," I said. "I'm starving."

His big eyes went moist when he saw me; his face relaxed, his jaws quit grinding together. I had to clear my throat to fight-off my own tears.

"You shouldn't be here," he whispered.

"You invited me to have dinner with you -- anytime," I said. "C'mon, let's go eat."

I walked past him to the food line; he followed close behind. The room went silent for a few seconds -- all eyes were on us. When their curiosity was satisfied, the low hum of chatter filled the room once again.

We slowly made our way down the food line. My nervousness was gone. I just knew I'd made the right decision in coming here.

"I think I'll go with a color theme tonight," I said.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"I'm going to try the green meat loaf with the brown salad..."

He chuckled and said, "Suit yourself -- I'm having the over-cooked steak with the under-cooked chicken...."

"Wise choice," I remarked.

We attacked our food like starving animals. I realized I hadn't eaten much the past few days and it showed. We both went back for second platefuls.




Dirty Little Secret Ch. 03



For the most part our conversation was easy-going; unserious. We made each other laugh. I loved seeing that huge grin light-up his face. 

Then he said: "You know, John, they're going to find out about you...about you eating dinner with me...media people are paying students to spy on me."

A slight chill ran up my spine.

I thought for a moment then said, "So what? A friend of mine is in pain -- what type of person would turn his back on a friend in need?"

We continued eating in silence. My thoughts were everywhere. 

Suddenly I wondered if this was to be the defining moment of my life. 

Nothing was going to stop me now from standing side-by-side with Denny. I would make damn sure he didn't have to confront this horrible situation by himself. 

It wasn't going to be Denny versus the World -- no, it would be Denny and me standing together staring into the icy-cold eyes of the whole world saying "Screw you! -- we're human beings and we expect to be treated with respect and dignity."

However this all concluded, I was a hundred percent certain that my mom and dad would finally know my dirty little secret.

A strange yet peaceful calm soothed my nerves and emotions.

"Did I see some chocolate cake?" I asked, smiling at Denny.

Killer the Linebacker was my last student of the night.

"Nice to see ya in the mess hall again, cutie-pie," he said. "Goldilocks could use a friend like you these days."

He was sincere, but his comment bothered me.

"Why can't you and the other players be his friends?" I asked him point blank.

"Ya gotta be kidding me, cutie-pie," he said with a look of wide-eyed astonishment. "I don't hang-out with fags -- neither do the other guys...."

Later, I asked Denny to walk with me to my apartment. He agreed. It was a beautiful night and we talked about everything except football and current events.

He abruptly stopped in the shadows, twenty-feet from my door.

"Would you like to come inside?" I asked him.

He hesitated then said, "John, you don't know what you're getting yourself into...."

I swallowed hard, paused, then replied, "Denny, I want to be with you...it's time I grow up...I'm tired of feeling ashamed of who I am -- I'm tired of my friends hiding in bushes afraid to be seen with me in the light of day...this isn't who we are...we're good people -- we're like anyone else -- we deserve to live our lives the way we want."

I took him by the hand and led him from the darkness into the light, slowly, unashamed. I unhurriedly opened first the building door then my apartment door. I truly didn't care if anyone saw us. 

Once inside, we stood facing one another. We stared into each other's eyes. I put my arms around him and buried my face in his broad chest. He pulled me closer to him and caressed my hair and arms and shoulders.

I hugged him tightly, never wanting to let go. We gazed at each other and our faces slowly met. We kissed. His lips were warm and moist. 

We both became aroused. I couldn't believe how happy it made me to feel his erection pressing against my belly. 

Our kisses grew deeper; our tongues met with a familiarity that surprised me. He ground his hardness into my stomach. 

This big, beautiful Norse God wanted me, desired me. My heart raced with joy and love for this wonderful man.

My hand found the outline of his cock in his slacks and slowly stroked it. 

Oh my God! I marveled at its length and thickness; the heat from his crotch warmed my hand. 

I could feel pre-cum from my own prick stain my briefs. I began trembling with anticipation: I had to see it -- I wanted to feel it in my hand -- I wanted to lavish kisses on his hardness -- taste him with my tongue.

I couldn't think -- I didn't want to think. I let my natural instincts take over.

I dropped to my knees and kissed the length of his hard cock thru his slacks. My hands expertly opened his belt and slacks. 

Gone was any trembling or nervousness; I was driven by pure lust and love. I knew exactly what I wanted to do.

I slowly lowered his zipper and the sound it made was music to my ears. I couldn't believe how excited I became every time I lowered a man's zipper. 

I may be a 'top' with Lane most of the time, but I knew in my heart this was where I truly belonged -- on my knees -- giving pleasure to a man I loved.

"J-John," he whispered, "...you don't have to—"

I interrupted him with one word: "Hushhhhh...."

My fingers hooked into the waistband of his slacks and I slowly lowered them. When I saw he was wearing plain, white Jockeys, I was mildly surprised -- I figured him to be a boxer kind-of-guy. I made a mental note to buy him boxer shorts for Christmas.

I pulled his slacks and underwear down until that long, thick piece of meat sprang into view. It was more beautiful than I'd dreamed it would be. 

I pressed my lips to it; I kissed and licked its entire length then finished removing his slacks and jockeys. I discovered he was a 'natural blonde' with what little hair he had down there.

An audible gasp escaped from my lips as I gazed at the most beautiful cock I'd ever seen. 

Perfection! I thought. Smooth and unblemished -- hard as an iron pole. 

I licked at the pre-cum oozing from his slit; slightly salty, but rather pleasant in taste. 

Then his huge scrotum caught my attention. I held his sac in one hand and marveled how heavy it was. I gently fingered his balls. They were the size of jumbo eggs; incredible! I had to kiss and lick them. 

Denny's hips began swaying. I realized my hands and mouth were bringing him close to the brink. I was sure he hadn't had sex in some time, and his first climax would be very quick.

I pressed my nose to his scrotum, inhaled deeply, and when the rush of lust and adrenaline overtook me I sucked his cockhead into my mouth.

I moaned into his hot flesh as my lips and tongue caused him to thrust his prick deeper and with more urgency.

Lane had playfully said Denny's balls held a 'gallon of cum', and as I rolled and massaged them I realized perhaps that wasn't hyperbole. His 'equipment' was huge, and maybe what he stored inside would be extraordinary, as well.

My tongue never left his cock as my head bobbed back-and-forth on his hardness. 

Denny's sighs and gasps turned into incessant moaning. I stroked his shaft faster and harder. I began sucking with wild abandon. 

When his hips started to buck with short, staccato-like jerks, I closed my lips around his cockhead and tried to literally suck the cum out of him.

His large balls contracted in my hand; he shouted "OH JOHNNY -- OH JOHNNY" and I tasted his nectar for the first time.

The streams of semen he unloaded in my mouth were thick and plentiful. I lapped at his slit and tried to catch his cum on my tongue to make it easier to swallow. 

There was so much spunk I couldn't swallow fast enough; it began pouring out of the sides of my mouth, running down my chin and falling to the floor below.

I gulped and gulped and gulped...I must have swallowed six mouthfuls of his jism before his body calmed, and his hard cock began to shrink inside my mouth.

My prick throbbed and twitched and demanded attention and I couldn't resist the urge: I squeezed and quickly stroked it four times then exploded with a mind-numbing climax of my own. 

I licked him clean then gently held his cock and scrotum and looked up into his smiling face. I smiled back at him as ours eyes locked together and we gazed into each other's souls.

He bent over to pull up his clothing but I stopped him.

"Spend the night with me," I said breathlessly, feeling a deep hunger to be naked with him; to feel the weight of his heavy body on top of mine.

His smile went away as he stared at me.

"I can't...." he said softly.

"I'll set the alarm for four -- it'll still be dark outside when you leave, "I said, not telling him that that was my arrangement with Lane.

The pained expression on his face told me I had put him in an awkward spot. I didn't want to do that for my own selfish wants, so I backed off.

"See you at dinner tomorrow?" I asked, watching him get dressed. 

"Yeah, maybe the food will actually be the right color tomorrow..." he answered and we both laughed.

I was able to get one last glimpse of his beautiful 'equipment' before he tucked it away inside his Jockeys. I became lightheaded and audibly sighed.

He gave me a quizzical look then kissed me.

"I'll see you tomorrow -- thank you for tonight," he whispered.

We hugged. I didn't want to let go, I didn't want him to leave. I wanted to be with him every waking moment of my life.

"All right," I finally said as I reluctantly broke our embrace. "See you at five...."

A few minutes later I was naked in bed trying to sleep but all I could think about was Denny.

His sense of humor and wonderful outlook on life; his beautiful, curly blonde hair, his chiseled good-looks, his hard, firm body...and of course, that steel-rod of flesh that jutted proudly out from his loins.

I could smell and taste him. The flavor of his semen was still fresh in my mouth. My hand that held his wonderful manhood tingled. 

My erection tented-up the bedcover. I knew there was only one way I could get some sleep. 

This time I stroked myself slowly with the image of his hard penis clear as day in my minds-eye; the rich, manly aroma from his scrotum burned into my nostrils.

When my balls finally erupted I cried out "OH-GOD---OH-GOD" before I stifled myself so as not to disturb my next door neighbor.

The next morning as I ate my usual cereal and fruit for breakfast, I went to the internet to read the news. 

There, on the front page was a headline in large, bold font that read "FOOTBALL PLAYER SAYS GOD CREATED HOMOSEXUALITY".

The article was about Denny. Screeching alarms went off in my head. Cold shivers ran up-and-down my spine. I read the story three times before I could make sense out of it.

Apparently, the reporter interviewed Denny and asked for his thoughts about gays and religion. What he said made me wonder whether or not he knew he was talking with a reporter.

The most prominent quotes in the story attributed to Denny were:

"Jesus loves everyone...never making a distinction between races, genders, rich or poor people...as a matter-of-fact, he seemed to love poor people more than the moneychangers, and business people."

"If God created everything -- the heavens and earth, the plants and animals -- all life forms -- it stands to reason he created gay people, too..."

"Human beings, not God or Jesus wrote the laws we live by...why is marijuana, which has healing and medicinal purposes, illegal, while tobacco, which kills thousands every year, is legal?"

"God works in mysterious ways and has a purpose for everything...plants like oleanders, castor beans, hemlock, snakeroots and so on...they're all poisonous and can be deadly, but God created them for a reason -- part of his 'grand design.'..."

"If God is perfect and doesn't make mistakes -- it is logical to assume He has a reason and purpose for the existence of gay people..."

"A study at Yale University found that homosexuality exists in over 450 species of animals...it is not unique and limited to human beings...."

I stared at the screen dumbfounded. Why in the world would he make these statements to a reporter and open himself up to certain scorn and ridicule? 

As I read it one more time something didn't seem quite right. 

For one thing, I never heard Denny expound at length on any topic: he was a live-and-let-live kind of person who wouldn't criticize anyone else's lifestyle. 

But more than that, the syntax and phrasing seemed all wrong. Denny didn't talk like this; he didn't say these things, he may have written them, but he definitely didn't make these comments to a reporter.

My call to Denny went straight to voicemail. I emailed him then went about getting ready for my classes. 

I was lathered-up in the shower when I heard the phone ring. I shut-off the water and hastily patted myself dry as I rushed to answer the call.

I was disappointed when I read "Unknown" on my screen.

"Hello, this is John," I answered.

"John, this is Professor Van Dyke, we need to talk as soon as possible...when can you come to my office?" 

"W-Well," I stuttered, "I only have two classes this morning -- I could be there at noon."

He paused then said: "You'll have to miss your first class -- some people want to speak with you. How soon can you get here?"

Uh-oh, I thought.

"I just got out of the shower...I guess I could be there in thirty minutes or so..." I said as alarm bells went off in my head.

"Good -- thirty minutes it is," he said curtly then the phone went dead.

A dull numbness overwhelmed me as I dressed and walked to Professor Van Dykes' office. I hated missing any class, and I couldn't figure out why 'they' wanted to see me, but in the back of my mind I was positive it had something to do with Denny.

Professor Van Dykes' assistant told me to "go right in."

The Professor was seated at the side of his desk; another man sat in the professor's chair behind the desk. I didn't recognize him. The man behind the desk spoke first.

"Thank you for coming...please, have a seat right here," he said, pointing at the chair across the desk from him.

He said, "I'm Mr. Hanson."

He made no effort to shake my hand.

"Do you know why we asked you to come here?" he said.

Of course I did, it had to be about Denny.

"No, I don't," I replied.

"Are you friends with Mr. Dennis Johnson?" he asked.

Dennis? I'd never heard him called 'Dennis' before.

"Yes, I am," I said, "...we share an office where we tutor students."

"Uh-huh," he said. "Besides tutoring together, would you consider him a close friend?"

"Well, ah...I'd like to think so," I said. I felt a slight blush spread across my face as I remembered the previous evening. "Sometimes we have dinner together and we talk."

The man's face was twisted and pock-marked, with cruel, thin lips.

"Do you do anything else -- 'together'?" he asked oddly.

I didn't like the sound of his voice. There was snarky intimation in his tone; he was prying into my personal life. What was his point?

"No, not really..." I said.

"So," he said, "you and Mr. Johnson are just 'casual friends', is that correct?"

"Yes," I replied, feeling an intense dislike for this man I'd never met before.

He leaned forward, elbows on the desk then asked: "And Lane Alexander...you and he are just 'casual friends' too?"

My face burned a bright crimson; beads of perspiration formed on my cheeks and forehead.

"I'm a 'friend' of his, yes," I replied as I stared at his evil face. He seemed to be enjoying himself at my expense.

"John," he said slowly shaking his head, "...let's get right to the core of the problem. You and Mr. Alexander are deeply involved in a homosexual relationship, are you not?"

I was stunned. First off, why were they bringing Lane into this? Secondly, the question itself was shockingly rude. What gave this guy the right to pry into my personal life? 

For whatever reason, he wanted me to admit having sex with both Lane and Denny. I assumed he had already spoken with Lane or would be very soon. I couldn't bear the thought of hurting Lane. I thought of how Lane would answer that question. 

"No, we're just friends," I said. 

"Uh-huh," he replied.

I didn't care what people thought of me, but I'd be damned if I would let them use me to hurt Lane and Denny. My heart beat faster, but I refused to be intimidated by this man.

He opened a folder on the desk and pulled out what appeared to be a dozen or so photographs then slid them in front of me.

They were mostly photos of me opening my apartment building door for Lane. There were three photos that featured Denny. One of the photos was from last night. It clearly showed Denny and me holding hands as I led him to the door of my apartment.

OH MY GOD -- THEY'VE BEEN SPYING ON US!!

He then produced one more photo. I stared at it wondering what it was. Suddenly the hair on my neck stood straight and my body shivered when I recognized my massage table.

"You know, son, living in a campus apartment means we have the right to perform periodic housing checks...the man who inspected your apartment thought he had found some diabolical torture device..."

Mr. Hanson smiled then laughed out loud.

"I assured him the table is designed to provide everything EXCEPT pain -- unless of course, that is what the recipient desires," he said with a smirk on his face. 

This was wrong on so many levels -- my heart was now in my throat --my mind spun out of control. The fear I felt was real. This was bad -- unimaginably bad.

"John," he said, "...this is not a witchhunt -- we're not here to condemn you or your lifestyle...we are here on behalf of the university...we're here to perform 'damage control' -- to try and contain the damage that has already been done to this great institution and its reputation."

The room seemed impossibly bright. I could barely see the man's face. Everything was in slow motion: I watched his lips move, and could hear his voice, but I could not bring myself to believe this was really happening. 

His voice droned on-and-on.

"...the athletic department is very important to this university -- it is 'big business' and most of our donations and revenue comes from people supporting one sport or another...the football program alone brings in many millions of dollars...the athletic department funds and supports just about every project and all the other departments at this university -- including the math and computer science departments...the expensive equipment used in your own education is bought and paid for by the athletic department."

In the back of my mind I had always suspected that was true, but I never really gave it much thought.

"That said, let us come to the reason you're here today..." he continued, his voice softening. "...this whole matter with Mr. Johnson is hurting business -- donations have slowed to a trickle -- bad publicity hurts this university more than anything else -- it has immediate financial implications, and it hurts our prospects of recruiting the best high school athletes for our future financial well-being...."

I quickly glanced at Professor Van Dyke -- he wore a sad expression and his eyes were staring downward. A wave of fear and helplessness swept over me the likes I'd never experienced before in my life. 

It was all too clear that wherever this man's monologue was taking him, it was definitely not going to bode well for Denny, Lane and myself.

"Son, you seem to be a smart young man, do you understand the position that you three boys have put us in?" he asked sincerely.

"Y-Yes, I know what you're saying, but---" I said before he interrupted.

"Mr. Johnson and Mr. Alexander are star athletes in their respective sports who garner national media attention which in turn translates into high school star athletes around the country wanting to come and play here which in turn guarantees this university a continuing flow of prestige and big money."

He lowered his voice and stared ominously into my eyes then said:

"Personally, I don't give a happy-monkey-fuck what people do in their bedrooms, but I'll be damned if I'll allow this great university to go down in flames because three boys with overactive hormones want to play slap-and-tickle with one another!"

I wanted to get in his face and tell him he was wrong. This wasn't some little game Denny, Lane and I was playing -- that I truly had deep feelings for both of them. He didn't give me a chance.

"Now here's how it's going to be: since you violated the terms of your employment contract with the university, you have been terminated from your position as Tutor...given that campus housing was part of your employment package -- you will need to vacate your apartment within 48 hours." 




Dirty Little Secret Ch. 03



"How did I violate the contract?" I asked incredulously.

He smiled and said, "Son, you probably didn't read the clause about the university's expectations of high moral standards, or the fact that as a university employee you are bound by all state laws..."

He stopped me before I could protest.

"Son, plain and simple: sodomy is against state law and we have evidence that you have violated both the oral and anal sodomy laws...if you wish to challenge our findings -- go right ahead, but be prepared for a very public hearing on this matter...every detail of your personal life will be scrutinized and made public, and I mean EVERYTHING!"

The blood drained from my face. My body involuntarily slumped in the chair. I was defeated; vanquished. Life as I knew it had come to a screeching halt.

"Son, we are not evil people who wish to do you harm...you are an extremely bright young man in your field who we believe could do great things in the future and bring credit to the university...we are not expelling you from school, unless of course you choose to fight this decision."

My ears pricked-up; he was about to offer me some alternative. 

"I believe you came here straight from living with your parents, is that correct?" he asked.

I nodded in the affirmative.

"Well, I guess you can go back and live with them while you complete your studies, or..." he paused.

"Or what?" I asked, eager for any other solution than moving back home.

"I know of a vacant apartment off-campus not far from here -- maybe two miles, and the rent is inexpensive...also, we've been contacted by a small, but growing computer software company that is looking for a student to work part-time as a programmer...I understand the pay is much better than what you earned here -- are you interested, or would you rather go home and live with your mom and dad?"

I told him I was definitely interested in the offer.

"Good," he said. "One more thing...we think it wise that you refrain from any contact with Mr. Johnson and Mr. Alexander...the football team is three wins away from going to the national championship game and they don't need any more 'distractions'..."

My heart sank -- numbness blunted my emotions.

"...and I'm sure you're aware of Mr. Alexander's swimming prowess...he could very easily win five Gold medals at the next Olympic games...imagine the world-wide attention our university would receive if he wins those medals!"

I knew where his speech was going. I suddenly felt an emptiness in my heart that I thought would make me cry. 

"John, you need to think of what's best for them...they need to maintain focus on their goals without distractions...I'm afraid you are a distraction. For their sakes, son, please let them go and allow them to reach their full potential and goals."

The worst part of all was I knew he was right.

I was lost in a hazy fog. I signed some papers which released the university from any blame or liabilities and walked out of the office. 

I didn't know Mr. Hanson was right behind me.

"Johnny," he said as he stopped me and put his arm around my shoulders.

I felt my skin crawl. I didn't want this hideous man touching me. I looked around for the Professor's assistant but he was nowhere in sight. Mr. Hanson began rubbing my back.

"I can see why the boys are attracted to you -- you are a pretty little thing," he whispered in my ear.

His hand moved lower; I tried to move away but he held me in place.

His hand squeezed and pinched my buttocks. He pressed his body on mine and obscenely ground his erection against me. I felt his hot breath in my ear.

"Maybe you can show me a good time on that massage table of yours...."



Dirty Little Secret Ch. 04



Saturday morning I went about the chore of moving. 

Like my campus apartment, the basement of the house where I'd be living was fully furnished. It was more one large room than an apartment. The bathroom was in a separate room, but that was all.

One corner had a sofa, chair, a table and television. Another corner was a complete kitchen set-up; small, but it had everything I needed. 

A huge, king-sized bed took up most of the space in another corner. My first reaction upon seeing the bed was "Great! It's big enough for Denny to sleep comfortably." 

I sadly realized I'd be sleeping in it alone. No Denny - No Lane - only me.

I focused on the job at hand. It was impossible to shut-out the fact I'd lost two boyfriends in one day, but I did the best I could.

Since I didn't have any furniture to move, the hardest part was the massage table. It took me an hour to take it apart then I struggled carrying the heavy sections and loading them in my car.

I moved the pieces into my new place, but decided against setting it up. What was the point? Denny and Lane would never be over here, and besides, I remembered the last thing Mr. Hanson said to me: "Maybe you can give me a massage on that table of yours!" 

That creep couldn't have been serious, could he? The very thought of my hands massaging his flabby flesh made my skin crawl. 

No, I thought. Keep the table out of sight. 

Even though my new place was only a mile from campus, traffic was at a near standstill because of the football game that afternoon. I finally packed the car with my last load and was ready to begin a new life when my curiosity got the best of me.

I decided to forego the traffic and walk the three blocks to the stadium to see for myself what was going on. Once the game started, there would be less traffic and an easier drive to my new place.

Headlines in the news the past couple of days screamed about a group of evangelical Christian protestors who were going to picket outside the stadium. They were demanding that Denny be kicked-off the team because he is gay.

Even though I'd been moving and working up a sweat, I hadn't showered or shaved. I figured I'd try my new shower when I was finished. 

I wore a ballcap pulled low over my eyes. As I was leaving I saw myself in the mirror and was instantly reminded of Lane. My heart stirred; I felt very lonely.

When I was close to the stadium, I didn't see anything out of the ordinary. The usual hordes of people were milling about the vendors and casually strolling into the entrance gates. When I made the walk around the far-side of the stadium I saw all the commotion.

Dozens of bright television lights and cameras were pointing at a small area. My view was blocked so I slowly squirmed and twisted my way thru the crowd until I was in the front row - one of the advantages of having a smallish body.

There was a group of eight people, holding signs, basking in the attention the media was showering on them. I looked around and estimated there were fifty reporters and technicians giving eight people national and world-wide attention.

All of their signs said the same thing: GOD HATES FAGS. The banner behind them shouted: DENNY JOHNSON IS A BLASPHEMOUS HOMOSEXUAL. 

It was the most ludicrous thing I'd ever seen in my young life. The longer I stared, the more my blood began to boil. I wanted to rush them and tear the signs out of their gnarled fingers.

I could not believe the attention the media was giving this tiny group of bigots, homophobes and hate-mongers.

Whatever happened to reporters covering 'real' news? It seemed to me the media was here to promote a circus to raise ratings, news value be damned. 

This 'religious' group was well-known around the country protesting gays, abortions and birth control. They created a media storm wherever they went. 

Rational people wondered why the media treated a tiny group of extremists as news.

The 'minister' in charge of this 'flock' was a loud-mouthed crackpot who discovered early-on the more outrageous and crazy the rhetoric - the more media coverage he received. 

Even the journalism majors I knew at school agreed the major media had become an embarrassing joke with their non-stop coverage of non-important-non-events.

I felt a hand squeeze my shoulder and heard an ominous voice behind me.

"John, what are you doing here?"

The hair on my neck stood straight - chills ran up-and-down my spine. I knew that voice and it scared the hell out of me. No, it wasn't Mr. Hanson; the voice belonged to someone much more sinister.

I turned and saw his face. He looked older than the last time I saw him.

"Oh...uh, 'hi' dad..." I said.

"How have you been, son? Your mother's been trying to reach you but you never return her calls," he said in that stern voice of his.

I didn't know what to say. I couldn't tell him the truth. I didn't want to admit that I had nothing to talk about with either one of them; that they wouldn't understand my life any more than I understood theirs.

"I know you've been very busy..." he said.

What did he mean by that? Uh oh-does he know what's been going on in my life?

"...what with school and your tutoring," he finished.

I sighed in relief. He didn't know anything. His golfing buddy, Professor Van Dyke, apparently hadn't told him what was happening in my life.

He squinted at my ballcap and unshaven face and I waited for him to criticize my appearance.

"Are you going to the game?" he asked instead.

"No, ah...I just wanted to see this for myself," I said, motioning at the circus.

He shook his head and said, "What a sorry spectacle..."

We had a moment of awkward silence. I was sad that I had nothing to say to my own father.

"You know, Thanksgiving is next week - mother is expecting you at three...why don't you come early and watch the football games with me," he said.

I was stunned! He never said that before; he and my brother always watched the games together.

"Uh, yeah sure, dad," I replied.

There was something different about him. I couldn't pinpoint what it was, but he was definitely not acting like himself.

"Do you want to go to the game? Charley's not coming today," he said. Charley was his friend; they went to every game together. "I have his ticket - you want to go?"

I hesitated. I didn't want to go, but his face had lit up when he asked me.

Before I could answer he said, "Aw, you're probably too busy...I don't want to take you away from anything important."

Truth be told, if he had just offered me the ticket I would have said 'no', but his last comment sounded almost like a plea for me to go to the game with him. I wondered what was going on for him to sound so desperate and pitiful.

"Yeah, sure - I'm not doing anything - I'd like that," I said, with as much feigned enthusiasm I could muster.

I had one carload left and my move would be complete. It could wait until after the game.

I pulled the bill of my cap lower over my eyes and followed closely behind my dad thru the crowd with my head down.

Paranoid much? I thought. I had scoured the internet and so far hadn't found the photos Mr. Hanson had shown me of me and Denny and Lane. There was no reason anyone should recognize me here.

My dad bought us hot dogs and cokes then we went to our seats which were almost on the fifty yard line. I'd been here before with him and loved the location of his season tickets seats. They weren't too high up or too close; we had a perfect view of the entire field.

We munched our hot dogs in silence. My dad was a gregarious man with his friends, but always quiet with me. I thought it was sad we had nothing to say to each other.

The stadium rapidly filled. The adrenaline began flowing inside me. 

It always excited me watching a game in person. The fresh air, the closeness with the people around you, the crowd noise, and the sense of camaraderie among the spectators made me feel alive.

I glanced at the far end zone where the students sat. There was a big campaign to get all the students to wear Gold jerseys to the game. Our colors were Maroon & Gold and there was a sea of Gold in the student section.

I briefly thought, like I always did, how strange it was the students had the worst seats for viewing the games. This was OUR school and OUR team yet we were relegated to the cheap seats. Oh well...

The stadium announcer came on the PA system and I felt my nerves twitch. I knew what was next: the introduction of the players, and I was wondering how the crowd would react to Denny's name.

All of the players received hearty cheers and when the announcer finally called out "Wide Receiver - Denny Johnson" I swore there was a split second of total silence before the crowd reacted.

A cacophony of jeers and boos filled my ears from the old fogies surrounding me, but then I heard it. My fellow students didn't let me down. A huge roar of approval from the student section drowned out the naysayers.

I was so happy to hear them my eyes misted over. 

"Godless liberals..." I heard a man say from behind me.

His neighbor immediately said, "Maybe when they grow up they'll know the difference between right-and-wrong!"

"I can't believe they're letting Johnson play," said the first bigot.

"I can't believe he's still on the team!" replied the second one.

My dad remained silent through it all. I snuck a peak at him to see if he was alright.

Normally he would have been leading the chorus of boos. The look on his face scared me - he looked sad. His eyes were distant; somewhere else. The look of sorrow on his face frightened the hell out of me. He was deep in thought. I instantly knew what was bothering him.

OH MY GOD - HE KNOWS ABOUT ME! HE KNOWS MY DIRTY LITTLE SECRET!!

He had to, why else would he be so quiet and act so strange?

When everyone stood for the national anthem I followed my dad's lead by taking off the ballcap, placing it over my heart and bowing my head. The difference being I bowed my head so no one could see my face.

When the game started my jittery nerves calmed down and a thrill of excitement raced up my spine. I was glad I came. It felt good to be sitting with my dad at a ballgame again.

'Their team' got the ball first and methodically marched down the field and scored a touchdown. It was a sloppy drive for our defense; missing tackles and allowing their receivers to get wide open. 

'Our team' was a twenty-eight point favorite but they sliced thru our defense like a knife thru warm butter. They made it look easy.

When we got the ball our offense didn't look any better than the defense. We ran it three straight then punted. On the next drive, 'they' once again rammed the ball down our throats and scored another touchdown. The crowd began to get restless. 

Our notoriously high-powered offense fizzled in the first quarter. When Todd threw the ball it wasn't to Denny, and the ball was either dropped, or the gains minimal. At the start of the second quarter Todd finally threw to Denny and the ball went thru his hands.

He should have caught it - he normally would have caught it. The assholes sitting behind me began their running commentary.

"Johnson's killing us - they gotta get him out of there!"

"He's killing the whole team - it looks like nobody wants to play with him!"

Just before halftime, we were losing 17-0, but driving the field. On third-and-eight, Denny faked-out a defender so badly the defender fell to the ground. Denny was wide-open in the end zone. Todd threw a perfect spiral to him and somehow, someway - Denny dropped it. We had to settle for a field goal.

A huge groan went up from the student section. The two guys behind me screamed.

'GET THE FAGGOT OUTTA THERE!"

"QUEERS DON'T BELONG IN FOOTBALL!"

"FAGBOY HAS RUINED THE TEAM!"

Through it all both my dad and I stayed silent. At halftime we were losing 17-3. 

My dad and I went to the men's room then bought some popcorn and returned to our seats. Everywhere we went, the topic of debate was that Denny shouldn't be playing; he's detrimental to the team. 

I was furious with these idiots but didn't say a word.

We got the ball first in the third quarter. Denny was playing, but Todd never threw to him. We grinded out a couple first downs running the ball then the drive stalled and we had to punt. 

That was how the entire quarter went; we couldn't move the ball, but luckily, our defense held them to just a field goal. Going into the fourth quarter we were losing 20-3 to a team that had won only one game all season.

Our first drive in the fourth quarter was more of the same. Three runs then a punt. The crowd was getting ugly - even the students joined in the chorus of boos.

The guy behind me yelled, "THIS IS GOD'S PUNISHMENT-FAGS DON'T BELONG ON THE FOOTBALL FIELD!!"

I'd never been so mad yet so helpless. I couldn't make a scene in front of my dad and besides, nothing I could say would change anyone's mind. These people would be stuck with their bigoted beliefs their whole lives.

When our offense came off the field I watched in amazement as Todd ripped off his helmet and got in the face of the offensive coordinator. Todd was screaming at his coach. He was livid; he gesticulated wildly with his arms and hands as he shouted. Two players had to pull Todd away from the coach.

Todd stormed over to Denny who was sitting by himself on the far end of the bench. He looked as though he was barking instructions to Denny. 

Denny listened then vigorously nodded his head and suddenly stood. He and Todd high-fived and Todd went to the offensive linemen and began shouting at them. He was obviously giving everyone a pep talk and by the player's reaction, it seemed to be working - they all began pumping their fists in the air, and we could all hear them shouting grunts of encouragement to one another.

The other team punted and we started the next drive on our own ten yard line. As the offense ran out on the field the offensive coordinator was shouting at Todd but Todd wasn't listening. Todd waved him off with a dismissive gesture.

Todd was a master play caller. He engineered a classic drive with a mixture of runs to keep the defense off-guard, with pinpoint precision passing. Denny caught six passes on that drive alone with the touchdown to Denny coming on a beautiful five-yard fade route in the corner of the end zone. 

We were now down 20-10, and the drive inspired our defense. They forced a three-and-out and the other team had to punt again.

The crowd came alive; everyone sensed something special was happening here. 

Their defense employed a three-deep zone forcing Todd to throw shorter passes. They were going to make Todd fight the clock; they were virtually giving us ten-fifteen yard passes, but time was becoming a critical factor. We still had to score twice, and these drives were becoming very time-consuming.

With four minutes to go, Todd lobbed a pass high into the end zone. We'd all seen this play before. It was a 'jump-ball' between Denny and two defenders and Denny somehow came down with it for a touchdown. With the extra point we were now down by three, 20-17.

The fickle crowd that had been loudly booing just moments ago was now cheering madly. When the defense forced another punt and our offense took over on our own twenty-five yard line everyone in the stadium stood to watch the drive.

There was less than three minutes to go; a field goal would tie the game - a touchdown would win it.

Once again, Todd moved the ball at will, but this was when the referees stepped in and began calling penalties - all of them on us: One of the 'holds' was obvious, but two more 'holds' and an offensive pass interference call were blatantly unfair.

Denny caught a sideline pass, stepped out of bounds, and was hit hard by a defensive back knocking him into the other team's bench. It was clearly a late hit but the ref's ignored it. Now the fans were in an uproar. I'd never heard it so loud in the stadium before.

The clock was running down. It seemed like every time we gained twenty yards we were penalized ten. With fifteen seconds left in the game Denny caught a pass down the middle and made it to the five yard line before he was tackled. Todd immediately called a timeout.

On the next play, Todd threw the 'jump-ball' into the end zone. Denny was virtually mugged by two defenders but came down with the ball anyway. TOUCHDOWN!!

The fans went crazy. My dad and I stood with everyone cheering and screaming. No one could believe we'd come back to take the lead under such adverse conditions.

Suddenly, a hush fell over the stadium and a huge collective groan could be heard: the ref's had unbelievably called offensive pass interference on Denny! 

When everyone saw the replay on the JumboTron showing Denny clearly being held and shoved by the defenders the angry fans began shouting in unison "BULLSHIT—BULLSHIT—BULLSHIT..." 

My dad was incensed: "Something's wrong here - this is the worst officiating I've seen in my life!"

With three seconds left the coach sent in the field goal team to tie the score and send the game into overtime.

Something caught my eye. Todd was the holder for all field goals so it was normal for him to be in the game. Denny was never on the field for field goal attempts, but there he was, lined-up as a blocker on the left end. Goosebumps covered my flesh; I knew something great was about to happen.

Before our opponents noticed that Denny was in the game, Todd took the snap, stood-up and lobbed a high fade into the corner of the end zone. Denny had feigned a block and ran gazelle-like to the spot where the ball should have been, but no, it was slightly overthrown and out of his reach. 

As the crowd watched in frenzied anticipation, Denny stretched-out, leapt-off his feet and dove for the errant pass. The ball landed in his finger-tips, he grasped it tightly, and rolled head-over-heels in the end zone. He held onto the ball for the winning touchdown. Final score: Us-23 Them-20.

The students rushed the field. The scene was pure chaos and mayhem. Players rushed to Denny's aide to save him from the frenzied crush of the ecstatic fans. 

I watched the unfolding scene with tears in my eyes. My heart was bursting with pride and excitement. The man I loved went from pariah-to-hero with one catch of a football. I'd never felt so happy for someone in my life. 

"THAT WAS THE GREATEST CATCH I'VE EVER SEEN!!" shouted one of the homophobes behind me.

"HE'S THE BEST THERE IS!!" said the second guy. "I DON'T KNOW WHY THEY DIDN'T THROW TO JOHNSON THE WHOLE GAME!!??"

I shook my head in wonderment. The rank hypocrisy of some people never failed to amaze me.

As was his custom, my dad insisted we wait in 'The Gold Room' while the eighty-thousand seat stadium emptied.

The Gold Room was a member's-only bar and restaurant inside the stadium reserved for wealthy financial supporters of the university. My dad wasn't that wealthy, but he was one of the original members when the club was founded.

After he signed me in as his guest, he walked straight towards two open seats at the bar.

"Dad," I said, tapping him on the shoulder. "I'm not old enough to sit at the bar."

He narrowed his eyes and said without a trace of humor, "Oh yeah, I forgot you're still just a pup."

We found a table and an older woman came to take our order.

"Marge," said my dad. "I swear you look younger every week."

She didn't miss a beat.

"I'm worried about you, Fred - you better get your eyes checked."

I imagined they'd said the same thing to one another each week for the past twenty years.

"I'll have my usual, and get my son a coke, okay?" he said.

She squinted at me and said, "Maybe I should be the one to get my eyes checked - he doesn't look like your son."




Dirty Little Secret Ch. 04



"No-no," my dad chuckled. "You're thinking about my oldest boy, Jim. This is his younger brother, John."

"Oh," she said. "I never knew you had another son - I'll be right back with your drinks."

Huh? She didn't know he has two sons? I wondered. 

"How's school going?" he asked when she was gone. "Are you able to keep up your grades and tutor at the same time?"

I was still struggling with the fact the woman didn't know he had two sons.

"Uh...oh yeah, I stay ahead in all my classes," I replied.

"Didn't you tell me that you work with Denny Johnson?" he asked.

I couldn't recall telling him that. Maybe...I wasn't sure.

"Ah, yes, but we don't see much of each other...I mean, we're both working at the same time...we've talked a few times," I stammered.

"Aside from being gay, what kind of guy is he?"

An alarm went off in my head. My dad never used the word 'gay', he always said the more derogatory, slur-words for gay people.

He's a...you know, he's like anyone else...he's a nice guy..." I said, wondering where his questions were going.

"I need to talk to you about your brother..." he said with a look on his face that scared the hell out of me. 

Just then two friends of his came to the table. They said all the tables were taken and asked if they could join us. I looked around, and sure enough, the place was suddenly standing-room-only.

My dad's mood lightened considerably as he laughed and joked with his friends. I was glad they sat with us; it was uncomfortable talking with my dad one-on-one.

One of the men ordered another round of drinks and I politely refused, saying I had to be leaving.

Suddenly I heard the voice of evil. It came from beside me and I looked-up to see Mr. Hanson's puffy face.

"Hello, John - great game, wasn't it - Denny's catch was spectacular!"

I cringed; it felt like insects were crawling up my spine. 

"Uh...hello..." I said.

My mind was racing and pleading: please-please-please - don't say anything about me moving or not tutoring anymore - please-please-please - I don't want my dad to find out just yet - please-please-please...

"Did you get settled into your new apartment? It's quite nice, isn't it? Oh, and don't forget, Mr. Garvin is expecting you to start your new job Monday night...well, you gentlemen have a good afternoon."

I wondered how one man could wreak such havoc with two simple sentences.

My dad's scowl told me everything I needed to know. I rose from the table and avoided his angry eyes.

"Dad, I need to be going...we'll talk about this on Thanksgiving...thanks for the ticket - see you Thursday!" I said quickly, knowing he wouldn't make a scene in front of his friends.

Everything was moved in and unpacked. I looked around my new place and decided I liked it. It occurred to me this was my first 'real' apartment. I wasn't living at home, and I was now off-campus, away from the university rules and regulations.

I felt a certain pride that I was on my own for the first time in my life even if it hadn't been of my own doing.

I was hungry and remembered the fast food place at the end of the block, but I was grungy from moving so I took a shower before I went outside. The hot water beating down on me felt so good I stood underneath it for twenty-minutes. 

From time-to-time I heard noises that sounded like they were coming from nearby, but I knew there were other apartments in the house, and I would just have to get accustomed to the sounds of my new neighbors.

When my hunger finally got the best of me I turned-off the water and toweled myself dry. I used the blow-dryer on my hair then pulled on my terry cloth robe and left the steamy bathroom.

I was looking down, cinching the robe tight when I saw something out of the corner of my eye. My head snapped to the left, and there, standing at the kitchen table pulling papers from a briefcase and placing them on the table was Mr. Hanson.

"GET OUT OF HERE-GET OUT OF MY APARTMENT!!" I shouted at him. 

My first reaction had been one of shock then anger. I'd never felt so mad in my life. But when I saw that evil grin spread across his ugly face I began to tremble with fear. Something told me this meant trouble for me - BIG TROUBLE!!

"You may live here, boy, but I own this house," he hissed thru clenched teeth, his smile suddenly disappeared. "Quiet down, your neighbors will hear you...get your faggot ass over here!"

I walked slowly towards him, my belly twisted in knots; I was sick to my stomach; I desperately tried to think of what I could do: he was too big to fight, he'd kill me - there was no one I could call - not a soul I could turn to for help - there was nothing I could do. 

When I was close enough, I realized the 'papers' on the table were actually photographs. I focused and stared at one of them. That was when the bile in my stomach burned and rose all the way to my throat. I fought the urge to vomit and frantically moved my eyes quickly over all the photos.

"Oh-my-God—oh-my-God—oh-my-God..." I mumbled over-and-over.

Most of the photos were of me and Lane with a few of me and Denny. In each picture with Lane, I had his erection in either my mouth or ass, and clearly enjoyed what we were doing. 

Since I'd only been with Denny once, the photos with him showed me on my knees sucking his cock with a dreamy smile on my face.

A violent shiver caused my entire body to shake and tremble. This was bad! This was worse than bad! This was absolutely catastrophic! 

I studied the backgrounds in the photos. The son-of-a-bitch had planted cameras in my campus apartment!

"This is against the law!" I announced. "I'm going to have you arrested!"

His laughter grated on my nerves; it sounded like fingernails on a chalkboard.

"Imagine sitting at the dinner table with your family on Thanksgiving Day," he said with a sneer on his face. "...the doorbell suddenly rings, but when your father opens the door no one is there...instead, he sees a large manila envelope on the top step...he picks it up and returns to the dinner table...he opens the envelope and pulls out all of these photographs in front of your mother and brother...my goodness! What do you think they'll say when they see their precious baby boy on his knees sucking cock? How will they react when they see their youngest child bending over taking a hard cock in his sweet-little-ass?"

This time I couldn't keep it down. I ran to the kitchen sink and vomited. I heaved and choked and emptied my stomach watching the puke swirl down the drain. I couldn't help but think that was my life going down the drain, as well.

I remained hunched over the sink, rinsing the foulness from my mouth.

"I see you haven't set-up your massage table. Well, you're going to do that when I leave here," he said. "I won't be too much of a bother to you...maybe once or twice a week I'll come by for a massage...with a 'happy ending' in your mouth, of course!"

I finally regained my composure and stood and faced him.

"You're blackmailing me?" I asked incredulously.

A growing rage within told me it was time to stand up for myself. He couldn't blackmail me if I wasn't ashamed of my actions. It was time to 'out' myself and acknowledge my dirty little secret to family and friends. 

By proudly admitting who I am I would be empowering myself, and he would be powerless against me. 

I stood erect facing him with defiance written all over my body. It was time I told everyone the truth - I'M GAY AND I'M HAPPY - END OF STORY!! 

I was going to call his bluff; no one was ever going to mess with me again!

He chuckled then said, "For such a smart kid you're not very bright - of course I'm blackmailing you! Maybe you don't care if people know you're a fag, but what about your fuck-buddies? I've already downloaded your 'lovemaking' on my computer - I could earn a small fortune selling them to the highest bidder - there are plenty of buyers for sex tapes featuring star athletes like Denny Johnson and Lane Alexander."

It felt like a massive fist had socked me hard in the belly. My body noticeably slumped; I gasped for air. 

How naïve am I? I asked myself. He knew full well I would do anything to keep from hurting Denny and Lane. I'd never felt so foolish and silly in my life.

He saw the pained expression on my face and laughed. He was in total control and he knew it. 

Once again I was a frightened and scared little boy ashamed of my actions. There was no other choice - I would have to obey this pustule of a man. 

This time is different though, I told myself. It wasn't about protecting my dirty little secret, no, it was much more important than that. 

It was about loyalty to the two men I love; it was about protecting them from a cruel world that would like nothing more than to tear them to shreds and destroy their futures.

"Come over here, boy."

I hadn't noticed Mr. Hanson had sat down on the sofa. My feet moved slowly; my mind screamed at me - telling me not to submit to this demented, evil man, but in my heart I knew I couldn't allow him to harm Denny and Lane. 

This man may use and degrade my body, I thought, but he'll never conquer my head and heart. 

I stood before him staring into his beady eyes,

"Lose the robe, boy," he said.

I guess I didn't process what he had told me fast enough because he suddenly shouted: "TAKE OFF THE GODDAMN ROBE!"

I unfastened the belt and reached back and pushed the robe off my shoulders. It fell to the floor behind me and I stood naked before him.

I heard smacking noises from his thin lips. I thought I saw drool escape the corner of his mouth.

"Lock your hands behind your neck - open your legs wider...WIDER THAN THAT, BOY!"

He had a big smile on his face as I stood before him in a pose of abject surrender. His eyes narrowed as he stared coldly into mine.

"Follow my rules, boy, and the world will never see your sex-romps with your boyfriends, okay?"

"Yeah, sure-whatever..." I sighed with an air of resignation.

"You're an arrogant little cunt - I don't like your attitude - you'll address me as 'Sir' from now on, understand me, boy?"

I hated and feared this man and had absolutely no respect for him, but what could I do?

"Y-Yes, Sir..."

He leaned forward and began running his hands over my legs and thighs. He stared at my prick and scrotum. I flinched when he took my balls in his hand. He chuckled and gently squeezed and rolled my balls with his fingers.

My skin crawled at his touch. I'd never felt so cheap and degraded in my life, and I knew it was only going to get worse. 

Suddenly, he squeezed my balls hard and I yelped in surprise and pain.

He chuckled again and said, "These belong to me now, boy...you're my bitch and I'll do whatever I want with your little pecker and nutsack. Understand me, boy?"

A single teardrop rolled down my cheek as I replied, "Yes, Sir."

"Turn around and bend over," he said.

I did as I was told; glad I didn't have to look at his hideous face any longer.

"WHAT DO YOU SAY, BOY, WHEN I GIVE YOU AN ORDER?" his voice was squeaky, high-pitched.

"Y-Yes, Sir - sorry Sir," I said with a meek and trembling voice,

"Reach back and pull apart your asscheeks, boy, show me your pussy," he said with derision and scorn.

"Yes, Sir..." I softly replied.

I felt the cool rush of air on my anus as I pried open my cheeks. Donny would have me pose like this when he lubricated my hole. I'd always found it thrilling and sexy exposing the most intimate part of my body to him bending over like this. Now, however, I felt only shame and disgust. 

There is nothing sexy about degrading yourself in front of a man you despise.

I felt one of his stubby fingers press on my anus. It was wet and I guessed he coated it with his own saliva. 

Suddenly, without any warning, he pushed the finger into me until I felt the palm of his hand on my buttocks. He was all the way inside me. I squirmed and tried to escape the assault but he held me in place. 

There wasn't any pain. The hard cocks I'd had in there had stretched me wide enough to accommodate his short finger, no, what alarmed me the most was the fact that when his finger began massaging the walls of my asshole, my prick became erect. 

His laughter was humiliating. I wriggled my hips and clenched my sphincter in hopes of forcing out his finger but he caught me around the waist, gave me a hard slap on my buttocks then pulled me backwards forcing his finger even deeper inside me. 

"DID I GIVE YOU PERMISSION TO MOVE, BOY?" 

"No-no, Sir - sorry Sir."

I thought of the photos of Denny and Lane; I had to accept whatever this man wanted to do with me to protect them. I focused on the images of their beautiful faces. 

Everything will be alright, I told myself. I'm doing this for them.

Suddenly, his free hand took hold of my hard prick and began stroking it as he finger-fucked my asshole. I sighed and my knees buckled. 

Oh my God - NO - my mind cried out. Please God - please don't let me enjoy this!

I heard his evil chuckle as he vigorously finger-fucked my asshole while masturbating my hard, pulsating cock. His skillful hands shocked me. It was obvious he'd done this before.

I shuddered to think that other young boys had been forced to endure and satisfy this man's demented lust and desires.

I felt the familiar rumblings in my scrotum. I thrust my hips in time with his finger. His hand worked my cock harder and faster. 

He tightened his hold of me. He thrust a second finger into my rectum and a powerful explosion rocked the pleasure-center of my brain. My body stiffened and my head snapped-back. My face contorted with the ecstasy of orgasm.

I tried to stifle my screams but couldn't hold back. My body shook and vibrated as wave-after-wave of delicious spasms overtook me as my hard cock spewed what seemed like gallons of cum from my aching balls.

The evil, sick bastard milked every last drop of cum from my rapidly deflating penis. I was about to collapse to the floor when his strong arms pulled me backwards onto his lap. 

He took advantage and held me close to him; his hands squeezing and caressing my breasts. His stubby fingers pinching my pointed nipples until my mouth opened in protest.

I felt his hot breath in my ear. He bit my earlobe and I yelped in pain. He began sucking on my neck. 

What the hell is he doing? I wondered. When I finally realized he was giving me a hickey I tried to pull away, but he was too strong; he was intent on marking his ownership of me. I would be forced to wear his 'brand' for days.

His hips ground slightly upwards into my buttocks and I felt his erection pressing firmly against me. 

I was already ashamed of my body's reaction to his unwanted manipulations, and now I was keenly aware that he would soon order me to reciprocate for the pleasure he'd given me.

His tongue darted into my ear then licked its way out; unbelievably, his wet tongue caused my spent prick to twitch and jump.

"Heh-heh-heh," his hot breath chuckled insanely into my ear, "It's time you demonstrate your special skill that made you so popular with the guys...get on your knees between my legs!"

I mumbled, "Yes, Sir" and quickly climbed off his lap and kneeled on the floor between his legs. 

I expected him to say "Open my pants and take out my cock" but I watched him quickly open his own slacks, lift his hips off the sofa then slide down his white jockeys and slacks below his knees.

I wanted to laugh when his stiff prick sprang into view - it wasn't any longer than my own four-inches, but it was considerably thicker.

He moved to the edge of the sofa until his impressive scrotum dangled freely then simultaneously pulled my head to his crotch while he said "Lick my balls!"

He had a forest of hair 'down there' that I didn't like. I thought of the smooth, hairless flesh of Lane's scrotum. I ran my tongue over his balls, but I felt more hair than flesh. 

"Hold'em in your hands while you lick'em!"

"Yes, Sir," I said. He was deliberately trying to humiliate me. 

I was busy coating his balls with my saliva when I heard the unmistakable sound of a cell phone camera. I continued licking but my eyes strained upwards to see him aiming his phone at my face.

"Don't worry, boy," he said, "I'll just add these photos with the rest...no one will see them as long as you're a 'good boy' and do what you're told."

One more dagger in my heart.

"Kiss your way up my cock then start sucking - I can't wait any longer - I need to blow my load!"

How nice—what a pig!!

I had to stretch my mouth wide to slide my lips over his cockhead. His fat, purple glans was already covered with pre-cum as my tongue swiftly glided over his hot flesh.

Just as I expected, his taste was foul and nasty. He probably lived on Big Mac's and fries.

"QUIT FOOLING AROUND, BOY, AND START SUCKING!"

I decided to bring him off as soon as possible so I could get my face out of his crotch and breathe fresh air again.

I stroked the base of his shaft with one hand while the other massaged his balls. I vigorously bobbed my head up-and-down on his fat cock; my tongue swirling and dancing on his rubbery skin.

It didn't take long before he grabbed my head and held it in place as his hips began frantic, staccato-like thrusts, forcing more of his hard cock into my mouth. 

He wildly fucked my mouth. My hand jerked him faster and harder as I calmly breathed thru my nose and waited for his climax. 

"OH-GOD-OH-GOD-OH-GOD..." he cried out and I felt his balls contract in my hand.

"SWALLOW IT, BOY-SWALLOW IT ALL YOU CUM-EATING FAGGOT..."

I never understood why some men would say "Swallow it." I've never given a blowjob in my life where I didn't swallow it. Isn't that what you're supposed to do?

I did my best to gulp down his nasty jizz without tasting it. I swallowed quickly and often. When his climax subsided, and his spurts became dribbles, I had to use more of my tongue to keep his gruel in my mouth.

YUCK!! Everything about this man was sour and unpleasant...totally disgusting.

He made me clean his shriveled cock with my lips and tongue. Once again, I was mildly surprised when he'd ordered me to do it - it was a task I thought was routinely performed after every blowjob. 

He abruptly pushed my head and I fell backwards. He stood, rearranged his clothing and smiled down at me.

"I can see why the boys want you - you're a damn good cocksucker...I'm gonna love using that mouth of yours."

His crude words slapped me back to reality. I was in a bad situation here, and had no idea how to get out of it.

"Get your damn table set-up...I'll be back real soon and I'll expect a massage and a blowjob - I won't bother you too much - maybe once or twice a week, understand me, boy?"

I looked up into his beady eyes and replied, "Yes, Sir."

As soon as he was gone I cinched my robe tight, and went straight for the orange juice in the refrigerator. I gulped down the juice until his taste disappeared from my mouth.

It took me over an hour, but I finally got the massage table set-up and functioning. A sick feeling overtook me as I stood and admired my handiwork. What was once a fun and pleasurable piece of equipment was now going to be used to satisfy the lust of a demented bastard who made me ill at the sight of him.

I grimly wondered what kind of God would allow this to happen.

When I fired-up the laptop and checked my emails my heart filled with joy: I saw Denny's name on my list of emails.

The subject line read: "Where are you?????"

"John...went to your place, the curtains were open and I saw all your stuff gone...where are you???? Can't find my cell phone - email me, okay?"

It's funny how the human spirit can go from the depths of depression to soaring like an eagle in a matter of seconds.




Dirty Little Secret Ch. 04



I began a new email. The subject line read: "Living off-campus."

My fingers wanted to fly over the keyboard telling him everything that happened, but I froze - what if 'they' hacked into our computers and was eavesdropping on our emails?

Yeah, I know that sounds silly and paranoid, but with the revelations of the NSA listening to our phone calls and reading our emails, maybe the university was doing the same thing-who knows? Could I risk Denny's career for my own self-interests?

I typed: "Great game! Your catch was auto-mat-ic-as usual!" Then hit 'send.'

When I climbed into bed I was too excited to fall asleep. I saw Denny's face and heard his voice. I thought of the night on my knees when I made love to his beautiful cock. I could feel its silky warmth in my mouth; his manly aroma filling my nostrils.

I pushed down my bikini briefs and caressed my erection. I remembered how I'd bobbed my head back-and-forth over his steel-hard cock; I could taste his pre-cum on my tongue.

The middle finger of my free hand found my mouth; I thrust it in-and-out of my mouth and pretended it was Denny's wonderful piece of flesh. The semen began to boil inside my engorged balls.

I raised my legs and rubbed my anus with the finger. My hand worked harder and faster over my prick; my breathing quickened; I pushed a half-inch of my finger into my rectum and the walls of my asshole greedily closed around it.

When my balls signaled my impending orgasm, I thrust the finger all the way inside me. My body spasmed and shook; I thrashed wildly about the bed as I furiously stroked the sperm and semen out of my pulsating prick. 

I cried out: "OH DENNY-YES-YES-OH GOD YES-I LOVE YOU DENNY-I LOVE YOU!"

There was fifteen minutes to go before the end of my Quantum Physics class. Professor Sheldon was the most boring teacher I'd ever had in my life. Worse still, he would make 'clever' jokes that only he found funny. My mind wandered. I thought about the previous night.

It began as an ordinary Sunday. I studied hard knowing my new job was starting the next night and would take up more of my time than tutoring had. 

I frequently checked my emails, but there was nothing from Denny. I hoped he understood what I'd sent him on Saturday; I was sure he would. 

There was nothing from Lane either. I sent him a quick note saying 'hello', and asking how he was, but hadn't received a reply. I didn't expect to hear from him. If Mr. Hanson had threatened him like he did me I knew Lane would be scared out of his mind.

He would do absolutely anything to keep even one person from knowing his dirty little secret. 

I wanted to hold and comfort Lane; kiss away his pain and caress his smooth, supple flesh. I wanted to assure him everything would be alright, but sadly, I suspected that would never happen. 

I glanced at the clock on the wall. Good grief, only two minutes had gone by. Professor Sheldon was so boring he could make time stand still. I adjusted the collar on my shirt to make sure it covered the purple hickey the fat bastard had given me.

Then I thought of the events of last night—again.

I'd been sitting at the computer when I heard sounds from the apartment above mine. It was an old house, and the floors creaked when the person living there walked on certain floorboards. I heard the sound of two people walking, talking. I heard muffled voices but could not make out what they were saying. It sounded like a man and a girl.

The man raised his voice and seemed to be mad at the girl; he was yelling at her but I couldn't hear what he was saying. Their footsteps across the floorboard indicated they were moving to another room. 

I followed their voices to an air vent near my sofa and the voices became more distinguishable the closer I got to the vent. I didn't know who lived above me and was naturally curious so I sat on the sofa and listened. 

I could hear their words when they spoke in normal tones, but not when they lowered their voices. I felt slightly ashamed to be eavesdropping on their conversation but I couldn't help myself.

Suddenly, the man became angry again.

"WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT PLAYING WITH YOURSELF?" he screamed.

Goose-pimples broke out on my flesh; ice-cold finger-nails of shock scratched up and down my spine; I shivered violently with fear and disgust when I realized the man's voice belonged to Mr. Hanson. 

"THE FRONT OF YOUR PANTIES IS SOAKED WITH CUNT-JUICE!" he shouted.

"I'M SORRY, DADDY-I WAS THINKING ABOUT YOUR BIG COCK INSIDE ME-YOU KNOW HOW EXCITED I GET WHEN YOU FUCK MY PUSSY, DADDY!"

"WELL, LITTLE GIRL, YOU"VE EARNED YOURSELF A SOUND SPANKING-LOWER THOSE PANTIES AND GET OVER MY LAP!"

"YES, DADDY-I'M SORRY, DADDY!"

"NOT AS SORRY AS YOU'RE GOING TO BE!"

What the hell is going on here? Is that bastard screwing his own daughter? This isn't right! I have to do something, I told myself. This is the most perverse thing I've ever heard. 

I sat there dumbfounded and frozen in place. I knew if I went up there and confronted him he'd have the sex videos of me and Denny and Lane spread across the internet in the blink of an eye. Denny and Lane's lives ruined forever.

Then the first SMACK assaulted my ears. The poor girl screamed in vain as SMACK after SMACK landed on her buttocks. 

"DADDY—NO—PLEASE!" she pleaded with her tormentor.

It was the lowest point of my life. I wasn't a man - I just sat there listening to her cries for him to stop and did nothing to help her. I was an impotent little boy cowering and shivering in shame and fear. 

Suddenly my ears pricked up. There was a subtle change in her voice and I became confused. Instead of pleading with 'Daddy' to stop spanking her, she began moaning. It sounded to me like she was enjoying the punishment.

"OH GOD, DADDY-YES- THAT FEELS SOOO-GOOOOD...YES, PUSH YOUR FINGER INSIDE MY PUSSY, DADDY!"

The hair on my neck stood straight. WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE??

HER voice had dropped a full octave and I suddenly realized that SHE was a HE!!

A mental image of them filled my mind and I couldn't help it-my prick became hard as a rock. 

Mr. Hanson had a boy living upstairs from me who dressed in women's panties, and talked like a girl! I couldn't believe I was aroused by such depravity-I couldn't believe Mr. Hanson's own kinky depravity.

For a while, all I could hear was groaning and small exclamations of pleasure interrupted by a sharp SMACK to the boy's buttocks. By the sound of his 'normal' voice, I guessed the boy to be close to my age, and as his moans grew louder, I figured this was a game they played quite often.

Clear as a bell I heard Mr. Hanson ask the boy: "Are you ready to ride my cock, Sweetie? Are you going to give Daddy a good fuck tonight?"

"OH GOD YES, DADDY-PLEASE LET ME RIDE YOUR COCK-PLEEEEEZZZZZZZ..."

Feeling ashamed of my lack of will-power, I threw off my robe and lay full-length on the sofa. I felt the wetness on the front of my briefs as I wriggled my hips and pushed them to my knees.

I couldn't believe how hard my prick had become listening to Mr. Hanson and his boy. I'd never felt dirtier in my life as I stroked my erection and strained to hear the sex action from upstairs.

I didn't know why I was so excited. All I knew for sure was I needed to cum and that when I did-it would be fantastic!

"You know how I like it, Sweetie-face forward and sit on my cock!"

"YES DADDY..."

I heard a floorboard creak; the boy must have been positioning himself above Mr. Hanson's cock. The boy began a continuous stream of moans and groans.

"uuunnnnngggghhhhh-OHHHHHHHH-AAAARRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH..."

I knew those noises-I knew exactly what he was doing. 

He had a firm grip on Mr. Hanson's erection and placed the cockhead against his anus then slowly lowered himself until every inch of the older man's cock was stuffed inside his asshole.

Chills of delight coursed over my shivering flesh as my imagination took hold of me and I pictured impaling myself on Denny's wonderful cock. 

I coated my middle finger with saliva and pressed it to my anus. I massaged the opening and ran it back and forth over my perineum. 

The boy's groans grew louder and louder, and I suddenly, almost brutally, thrust my finger thru the rubbery opening of my anus and buried it deep inside my asshole. 

"OOOHHHHHHH..." I cried out before closing my mouth; aware that if I could hear them-they could hear me.

I finger-fucked my asshole in time with Mr. Hanson's sodomy of the boy; I could almost feel myself sliding up and down Denny's magnificent cock; his hot, hard flesh stretching the narrow walls of my rectum.

The shouts of pleasure and delight from upstairs grew louder and I knew they were straining to climax. I frantically finger-fucked myself; my hand moving faster and harder on my turgid and pulsating prick.

When they reached orgasm, their screams and cries of pleasure quickened my own climax. With one final and brutal thrust of my finger into my asshole, the cum shot straight out of my balls up thru my throbbing prick.

"OH-GOD!!" I cried out. "OOHHHHH-GODDDDDDDD-OHHHHH-DENNNNYYYYYYYYYY..."

My hand moved swiftly up and down my cock coaxing every last drop of semen from my balls. My body thrashed wildly about the sofa; jets of cum squirted in all directions; I stifled my cries but knew damn well Mr. Hanson had probably already heard my orgasm.

I lay on the sofa wrapped in a warm afterglow feeling a strange mixture of satisfaction and remorse. I was certain the boy living upstairs was just as much a victim of Mr. Hanson as I was, and I regretted taking sexual satisfaction at his expense. 

When my breathing returned to normal, I wiped the cum off wherever it lay, and ignored the voices from upstairs. 

It was late and I was tired. I fell into bed feeling dirty and unclean; wondering how I could get excited and aroused from someone else's misfortune.

I was awakened from my daydream by the sounds of chairs scraping the floor, and students hurrying to the nearest exit. Professor Sheldon was finally finished; class was over.

My heart quickened as I moved with the purpose of a man on a mission. I WAS on a mission: I was going to see Denny. 

I became aware of dampness on the front of my jeans; I'd leaked pre-cum just from remembering the previous night's activities. I held my briefcase ahead of me as I walked to the student cafeteria.

I found a vending machine that still contained sandwiches and assorted chips. I pulled a crisp ten dollar bill from my pocket and bought a turkey sandwich and a bag of plain chips; from the next machine I purchased a bottle of water.

Denny's and mine code referred to 'auto-mat-ic'. He had told me a story how his grandparent's had met in New York City after WW II in an 'automat'—a place much like this where people bought food from machines. 

I left the building and saw Denny sitting at our 'usual' bench. It was a cold but sunny day, no one else was eating outside; we would be guaranteed privacy.

His face lit up when he saw me approaching him. His wide grin brought a smile to my own lips. I sat next to him; I didn't care if anyone saw us. 

"Hi there, cutie, come here often?" he playfully said.

"Are you coming-on to me, sir?" I asked with feigned outrage. "My boyfriend would take offense at your impudence towards me!"

"I wouldn't blame him!" Denny replied before we both laughed heartily.

I saw the burning hunger and passion in his eyes and I knew he could sense the same from me.

"Life's sure gotten out of control, hasn't it?" he said.

I sighed and nodded.

"I came looking for you yesterday," said Denny. "Someone told me you moved...I heard you're not a tutor anymore...did that asshole Hanson have something to do with this?"

I nodded my head as I fought back tears. I coughed and cleared my throat.

"I have a basement apartment not far from here, and a new job I start tonight...it's in the computer field, and it's only two blocks from where I live—I'll be able to walk there."

We ate in silence for a while then I asked: "How are you? How do you feel? When is this craziness going to end?"

A rueful smile spread across his mouth as he answered, "I don't know, but we'll survive."

"I'm scared for you," I suddenly blurted out.

He ran his hand up and down my back to comfort me. His eyes searched warily all around us for lurking spies. He quickly removed his hand. 

I knew he was gripped with the same fear and paranoia as I was; a heavy sadness overwhelmed me.

"When do you leave for Nebraska?" I asked. The team's last regular season game was Saturday. For the most part, I just wanted to change the subject.

"Friday morning," he answered. "Coach wants us all to have Thanksgiving dinner together Thursday afternoon..."

"That'll be nice..." I said.

He talked about an old movie he'd watched last night that he loved. It was one of my favorites, too. Our mood lightened as we made small talk. Anything was better than our current reality.

"Todd offered to lend me his van Wednesday night...maybe we could get together and do something..." he said; his voice sounded shy. 

I smiled. I was pretty sure I knew what he meant by 'do something.'

"The hours at my new job are supposed to be from 6 to 10...would after 10 be too late for you?" I asked.

"No, not if it means I'll get to be with you," he said.

My heart melted with his words. That was the sweetest thing I'd ever heard. 

We finished our lunch and made arrangements for Wednesday night.

Before we parted, I wanted to hold him close and feel his strong arms around me. That was impossible - there could be spying eyes hiding in the bushes watching us - how sad.

We said our goodbye's like two casual acquaintances; my heart was heavy with longing for his touch.

As soon as I opened the door to my apartment I knew something was wrong. The light directly above the massage table illuminated the room. I knew the 'ogre from hell' was skulking in the shadows. My stomach began to churn.

I heard him before I saw him.

"It's about time you got home, boy!" he said, not hiding his anger at having to wait for me.

He was sitting on the sofa, and to my horror, I saw he was wearing my bathrobe.

I'm getting a new one as soon as possible, I told myself.

The television was on and the flickering images on his face made him look even more evil.

"C'mere boy, I want to show you something!"

It was not a request. I went to the sofa then turned and faced the screen.

OH MY GOD - HOW IN THE HELL?

Clear as day, there I was on screen, laying on the sofa masturbating. Not only that, but I had a finger buried deep in my ass and I was unashamedly fucking myself with it.

"Keep quiet, boy - here's my favorite part," he said as he clicked the volume button on the remote control.

"OH-GOD-OOHHHHH-GODDDDDDDD-OHHHHH-DENNNNYYYYYYYYYY..."

Shame—guilt—humiliation!! I stood with my head hung low. Somewhere in my apartment there was a camera, probably more than one. This bastard thought of everything. 

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Mr. Hansen's hand fondling his hard prick thru the fabric of my bathrobe. 

I'd never felt so dirty in my life. I was certain his intent was to destroy my self-esteem and confidence and subjugate me to his whims and perverted desires. 

I was prepared to submit my body to him, but I would never let him penetrate my mind.

"Wouldn't this be a lovely video for your parent's to watch? Imagine your dad finding this on the doorstep on Thanksgiving...your nice little family sitting around watching football, then he pops this tape in and he and your mom can see firsthand how their baby boy enjoys himself..."

His same old blackmail threat. Tears welled in my eyes as I stood frozen in place waiting for instructions.

"You be a good little boy and do as I say, and no one will ever see this video, or the sex tapes with your boyfriends...it's getting late and watching this has made me hornier than a goat...get your clothes off—strip-off your little panties, too—I want you naked when you service me!"

I'd already told him I wore bikini briefs, not panties, but there was no point in arguing with him. There was only two hours before I had to be at my new job, and I wanted him out of here as fast as possible. 

The fat bastard struggled as he rose from the sofa. I wanted to laugh at him but thought better of it.

When he pushed the bathrobe off his shoulders and it fell to the floor, he stood there with an erection, patting his fat belly.

"You like my dicky-do, boy?" he smiled.

I had no idea what he was talking about. It must have shown on my face.

He patted his fat stomach and said, "It sticks out farther than my dicky-do!"

His chubby jowls shook as he laughed. 

What on earth is so funny? I wondered.

He went to the massage table, and with some effort, he climbed onto it and lie on his back.

I was hoping his tremendous weight would be too much for the table and force it to collapse, but no such luck, the table was designed to support a great amount of weight and it did.

"Open the legs of the table and stand between them!" he ordered.

I maneuvered the legs as he wished. He handed me a bottle of lotion that was on the stand next to the table. I'd never seen it before. He had to have placed it there when he came.

"We don't have much time today...just squirt some of this on my chest and belly and start massaging me, boy."

I refuse to write in great detail regarding my 'sessions' with Mr. Hanson. I do not want to dwell on these experiences, and believe me, dear readers, neither do you.

Suffice it to say, after massaging his flabby flesh for longer than I cared, he had me rub lotion onto his scrotum and hard prick.

It took less than a minute of massaging his nether regions before he commanded me to "SUCK IT—AND MAKE IT GOOD!"

My mindset was simple: the better I sucked his cock the sooner he would climax and it would be over and done with and he would be gone.

I wet my lips and slid them over his cockhead and went to work. It bothered me when my own prick became hard. I briefly wondered what was wrong with me.

I fantasized I was sucking Denny's longer and thicker cock. I used my hands and mouth expertly; utilizing the skills and talents I'd developed the past couple of years.

His roly-poly body began gyrating on the table; he was getting very close. I had an idea. My middle finger was already well-coated with oil and I lightly rubbed his anus. 

When his body stiffened, and his face contorted into the ugliest 'O' face I'd ever seen, I pushed my finger all the way into his asshole.

He screamed and thrashed about on the table like a fish out of water. I thought he was going to roll off the table and fall to the floor. It was difficult keeping his cockhead in my mouth as it exploded and shot load after load of his nasty jism careening off the back of my mouth and down my throat.

I'd never seen or heard a man have an orgasm quite like Mr. Hanson's. If it was Denny on the table, I would have been absolutely glowing with pride that I could elicit such a mind-blowing climax, but since it was the fat bastard laying there, I felt only relief that it was over.

When his breathing allowed him to, he shouted at me: "YOU LITTLE COCKSUCKER—DON'T EVER USE YOUR FINGER 'DOWN THERE' AGAIN-I'M NOT A FAGGOT, BOY..."

That was, perhaps, the most bizarre comment I'd ever heard in my life.

He climbed off the table, and saw my erection and sneered at me.

"You're a cock-slut, aren't you queer-boy? As much as you hate me you still got a hard-on having my prick in your mouth..."

My face reddened. I had no comeback; I couldn't refute his claim.

He suddenly grabbed my erection and said, "Follow me, boy!"

He walked quickly to the bathroom pulling my prick along with him.




Dirty Little Secret Ch. 04



"Stand here and wait!" he said as he climbed into the bathtub and turned on the water.

I stood there and watched as he lathered himself and washed the areas I had covered with oil. 

I had loved the huge bathtub when I first saw it. It was so wide a shower curtain or glass door wasn't needed. The shower spray stayed in the tub.

"Get in here, boy!" he suddenly said.

When I stepped over the ledge into the tub he ordered: "Put your hands on the wall and spread your legs!"

He used his foot to kick my legs further apart. When he was finished manhandling me, the position I was in reminded me of how the police on the tv show 'Cops' frisked the suspects. 

I felt scared and vulnerable leaning over in that position. 

He was behind me and I felt the soap in his hand between the cheeks of my ass. He lathered my anus and perineum. My cock, which had lost its erection when I watched him clean himself, suddenly roared back to life.

Then his soapy finger was at my hole. Without warning, he pushed it hard inside me. I yelped in surprise and pain. He ignored my pleas to be gentle and pushed the finger all the way inside me.

I relaxed my sphincter and the pain went away. His finger was identical to his cock: short and stubby. He began sawing it in-and-out of my hole. His free hand reached around and stroked my hard prick. 

A groan of delight escaped my lips, and I hated myself for it. 

How in the world could I experience such exquisite pleasure at the hands of a man I detested? I really am a pathetic, pitiful queer-boy. 

I hung my head in shame, but that didn't stop me from enjoying the wonderful sensations he was giving me.

"PUSH YOUR HIPS BACK AND FUCK MY FINGER, BOY!! he commanded.

I would have done that anyway. I had surrendered to the pleasure and all I wanted now was to cum. 

I moved my hips in time with his finger. My balls ached for release; his hand moved faster back-and-forth on my throbbing erection. I was close - so very close.

"That's it, boy," he said in a whisper. "I can feel your pussy tighten on my finger...good boy...good boy..."

Suddenly he stopped - he pulled his hands from me. 

I whimpered and cried out "Noooooo-pleezzzzzzz..."

He laughed, cleaned his middle finger with my wet hair then stepped out of the tub. 

As he dried himself he shouted "FINISH IT, BOY-MAKE YOURSELF CUM!"

When I hesitated he screamed "NOW BOY-DO IT NOW!!"

And once again in my life, I couldn't help myself. I hated I was so weak-willed and had no self-control.

I reached between my wide splayed legs and found my anus. It was still soapy from his finger. I pushed my finger in-and-out of my hole while my free hand squeezed and stroked my raging hard-on.

I closed my eyes tight and tried desperately to drown out the sound of his mocking laughter.

"Look at you," he said. "A pathetic little queer-boy who needs his pussy filled so badly you'd humiliate yourself in front of a stranger! FASTER BOY—I WANT TO SEE THE CUM SQUIRTING OUT OF YOUR TINY DICK!"

I opened my eyelids and tears rushed down my face as I furiously jacked-off and finger-fucked my asshole.

His evil voice invaded my brain.

"Admit to me you're a faggot, boy - you've never told anyone have you? You're so ashamed of being queer you hate yourself for it, don't you, boy?"

"Say it, boy! Tell me you love men's cocks - tell me you love sucking men's cocks - tell me how much you love bending over for men so they can fuck your tight pussy...SAY IT, BOY-SAY IT NOW!!"

My brain was on overload; I began to openly sob; my hand worked faster and faster on my cock; I rammed my finger viciously in-and-out of my hole. His words echoed thru my mind. I couldn't stop myself; the words just spilled out of my mouth.

"I'M A FAGGOT-YES, I'M A FAGGOT-I LOVE MEN'S COCKS-I LOVE SUCKING COCK-I LOVE GETTING FUCKED IN THE ASS-I LOVE MEN SHOOTING CUM IN MY PUSSY!!"

"LOOK AT ME, BOY-I WANT TO HEAR YOU SCREAM OUT WHEN YOU CUM...NOW BOY-CUM NOW, BOY!!"

The semen erupted from my cock like a volcano. I had to obey him.

"AAAHHHH-GOD-AAAAHHHH-I'M CUMMING, SIR-I'M CUMMING-OH MY GOD I'M CUMMING...OH GOD—OH-GOD—OH-GOD—I'M CUMMMMMIIINNNGGGGGGGG..."

I hung my head in shame and confusion. How was it possible to have such a fantastic orgasm under these conditions? I considered I may be even more perverted than Mr. Hanson. 

"Look at me, boy," he said as I fought to control my breathing.

He pointed to a picture frame high on the opposite wall and my eyes followed his finger.

"Look up there...see the tiny hole next to the frame?"

"Y-Yes, sir," I stammered.

"Your performance has been captured on tape for all eternity—complete with soundtrack!"

"This is how it's going to be from now on: I will come here every Monday and Wednesday at 3pm sharp. When I arrive, I expect to find you naked and on your knees beside the massage table...you will obey me without question...do you understand me, boy?"

"Y-Yes, sir," I replied in a dead voice.

He left the bathroom and I heard him dressing. Then the front door slammed shut and I was alone.

A sudden chill gripped my entire body. I collapsed onto the bathmat and hugged my knees to my chest and cried like a baby. 

Everything was crystal clear to me now: as long as I was ashamed of my dirty little secret I would belong to Mr. Hanson. As long as I hated myself for who I am he could do with me as he pleased. 

Even on my wobbly legs it was only a five-minute walk to Garvin Industries. I had no desire to begin a new job after my unpleasant encounter with the Devil himself. I was feeling lethargic, and my mind was definitely not focused on working.

I almost missed the entrance to the company even though I had scoped it out earlier. A sign over the door simply read 'GI.'

It was a secure building and I pressed the bell and waited until a tall, nice-looking guy about ten years older than me opened the door.

"Are you John?" he asked.

"Yes," I replied.

He held out his hand and said, "I'm glad you're here—I've heard a lot of good things about you...I'm Jeffrey Garvin—welcome aboard!"

I shook his hand and said, "Thank you."

I followed him thru two more secure doors until we entered a production area. I saw a dozen people sitting, staring intently at tiny computer boards on their flat, work areas.

My heart sank—disappointment set in. I was going to work as an assembler of circuit boards? I had been hoping for something more challenging; work that required using the knowledge I'd gained at school. 

We came to a vacant work station and stopped.

"This is where we assemble the 'GI2001'...right now, it's our only money-making project...we have three shifts of assemblers to keep up with demand...without these boards we couldn't stay in business..."

I nodded solemnly and reached for the chair at the work station. I wanted to show Mr. Garvin I was prepared to perform any work required of me.

He stopped me, and said with a surprised look on his face: "No-no-you're not working out here...didn't Mr. Hanson tell you what your position with us would be?"

"Well, uh, not really..." I stammered.

"Yeah," said my new boss, "...that's just like him—always so secretive...c'mon, follow me."

My spirits lifted as I followed him thru another password protected door.

"This is our laboratory—our 'think tank', if you will...here is where Garvin Industries was born, and here is where, with your help, Garvin Industries will become a major player in international technology development."

A rush of adrenaline coursed thru my body when I looked around and saw state-of-the-art hardware and several easels and chalkboards with formulas scribbled wildly on their surfaces. 

Yes, this is exactly what I'd had in mind when I accepted the job. I would be applying my expertise in problem-solving in real-time with a young, growing company. 

"John, I spoke with your professors and each one told me you are unique in your ability to 'think outside-the-box' when it comes to solving highly complex theorems and algorithms," said Jeffrey enthusiastically. 

His obvious passion for the work excited me. I knew immediately I would love working here. He pointed to the guy I'd noticed when we came thru the door.

"John, I will be honest with you," he said staring intently into my eyes. "...and I don't intend on this sounding naïve or braggadocios, but I truly believe the three of us will do great work here...I think GI will become huge—Apple and Microsoft-huge-with the three of us working together, we have the opportunity to make advances in technology not seen since Steve Jobs and Bill Gates!"

Heady words, indeed. He certainly knew how to inspire a fresh and young protégé. I was ready to tackle any problem he threw my way.

"John, you may already know Tim Hudson from school, but if not, Tim—this is John—John this is Tim."

His back had been turned to me the whole time Mr. Garvin was talking, but when I heard his name and he turned to greet me with out-stretched hand, I was dumbstruck like a twelve-year-old girl meeting a pop star. 

He had a sly, shy smile on his cherubic face as we shook hands.

"Pleasure to meet you," I said, trying not to gush.

"Mine too," he replied.

Tim Hudson was something of an IT legend at school. Just two years older than me, he was already nearing completion of his doctorate. He'd begun the university at the age of sixteen, and as the story goes, at age eighteen he found a 'glitch' in the operating system the entire university used, rewrote the specs and code and successfully tested and installed it himself.

Tim Hudson was to IT what Peyton Manning is to football, and Tom Cruise is to movies. I was simply thrilled that I would be working alongside him.

I beamed with pride as I took off my jacket and slipped-on the lab coat with a 'GI' logo emblazoned on the front.

"Mr. Garvin, thank you for this opportunity," I said.

"Jeffrey—call me Jeffrey..." he smiled.

"Thank you—Jeffrey," I smiled back at him.

Jeffrey had me look over the incomplete formulas on the chalkboards as the two of them returned to whatever they were doing. I recognized the intent and purpose of the formulas immediately, but there were one or more equations missing from each. 

One particular chalkboard caught my eye. I read thru the formula twice then said out loud to no one "OH—you're developing a new operating system? Very impressive!"

Out of the corner of my eye I saw them suddenly look at one another with surprise written all over their faces.

Jeffrey said: "Our goal is to revolutionize IT and we feel the operating systems currently in existence are antiquated and insufficient to meet the demands of our planned hardware and software...John, feel free to study that formula...maybe a fresh mind will see what Tim and I are missing."

I felt a little nervous. I figured this was a test he was giving me to see what I could do...how my mind worked.

I pulled the chalkboard close to my workstation and furiously banged on the keyboard. I was notorious for going thru keyboards because of my heavy 'touch.'

I became lost in my own little world of formulas and equations. This was where I was happiest. The formula was in my head. My mind danced over every number, letter and symbol. 

I replicated the formula on my computer monitor and made subtle changes while calculating and including three new equations of my own. I never touched the chalkboard until I was satisfied with my corrections. 

As usual, I lost all sense of time. When I was positive the problem had been solved, I looked at the big clock on the wall thinking it'd taken me less than an hour. I was mildly surprised to see I'd been working on it for over three-hours. 

I backed-up the original formula on the computer then went to the chalkboard and made my changes. I became aware of Jeffrey and Tim standing nearby watching my every move.

I furiously erased some sections, added new formulas, changed existing equations then stood away from the board and stared at my work. 

Satisfied the formula was complete and correct; I explained to them what I had done.

My last words were "...and I tweaked the formula to make the system adaptable to any uses or applications we may want to include at a future date..."

I looked at them for the first time. Their mouths were open, and the astonishment I saw in their eyes filled me with a sense of accomplishment and pride that would stay with me forever. 

Jeffrey approached me and I thought I saw tears in his eyes. He suddenly threw his arms around me and squeezed me tight.

"John, this is remarkable! More than remarkable...this is—this is..."

He was lost for words. Tim joined us and we shared a group hug. I could feel both of their bodies shaking as we hugged and danced in a small circle. I was rather surprised by the reaction from them.

"Jeffrey," I said. "You guys just needed a pair of fresh eyes, that's all—you two would have figured this out real soon, I'm sure."

He broke off the hug and stared sincerely into my eyes.

"John," he said with a sad smile on his face, "...our minds do not work the same as yours...our logic is too rigid—you...you have the unique and special gift of nonconformity-of-thought...your mind has no accepted boundaries of science and technology...you can 'think-outside-the-box' because you don't see the box—you see only endless possibilities."

"Gentlemen," he said softly and with a tone of reverence and awe, "...if the three of us work together, I believe we can revolutionize our industry...I realize you men are young, and may have different career paths in mind, but if you choose to stay with GI instead of working for larger, established corporations, I guarantee you both will never become bored or complacent; there are exciting challenges ahead for us here—many obstacles that need to be overcome, complex problems that we will face and solve together...if I can get a commitment from both of you to work alongside me here at GI, not only will the work be fresh and exhilarating, but all three of us will become very rich men."

He looked at Tim then me with an air of expectancy. His words were intense-I already felt the exhilaration from the implications of tonight's breakthrough. 

Tim smiled and offered his hand to Jeffrey. I immediately followed suit. 

This is what I always dreamed of anyway. I wanted to work for a small company and help make it grow. The money wasn't as important as the work, but I had a feeling deep in my bones, that not only would the work be extremely satisfying mentally, but financially rewarding as well.

"Why don't we call it a night," Jeffrey said. "When you guys get here tomorrow, there will be a new agenda and new projects to attack...boys, get ready for the wildest roller-coaster ride of your lives!"

I couldn't have been happier when I left GI Industries that night. As unbelievable as it seemed to me, I had already made a major accomplishment in my field of choice. I was nervous with excitement and anticipation; at that time, I didn't understand the magnitude and enormity of what I had done that night.

Tim had walked to work too, and we headed to our homes together. We made small talk on the way. He had many of the same interests as me, and possessed a clever sense of humor. It seemed like we were old friends.

When we came to my street I said, "I have to go this way."

"Me too," he replied.

We walked slowly, relishing our budding relationship. Since we were going to be spending a lot of time together at work, I was relieved we hit-it-off so well, I'd only known him for a few hours, but I already knew he would become a close friend.

The nearer we came to the 'evil house' the more nervous I became. It was like I didn't want Tim to know where I lived—that he would guess the shame and horror that went on inside and our friendship would be diminished.

I stopped on the sidewalk in front of the house.

"Uh...um, this is where I live," I said softly.

When I looked at Tim I saw a pained expression.

"I know," he said. "I live here, too."

My 'brilliant' mind went blank. Huh? How could he live here?

It was a cold evening and he was wearing a turtle-neck sweater. It seemed normal to me until he pushed the fabric down his neck. In the dim light from a nearby street pole I barely made out a dark splotch on his neck. 

I had no idea what it was until he said, "I'll bet you have one of these, too."

The hair on my neck stood straight; my flesh broke out with goose-pimples.

OH MY GOD, I thought. That's a hickey on his neck! WHAT THE HELL??? Oh no, he's not—no, he can't be...

I fought hard to maintain my composure. With trembling fingers I opened my jacket then pushed aside the collar of my shirt exposing my hickey-of-shame to him.

We solemnly walked towards the front door of the house; we stopped before he went inside.

I was near tears, and when I heard his voice cracking I knew he was too.

"We are two intelligent, logical, problem-solving guys," he said in a whisper, "but I don't know what to do about Mr. Hanson...John, you have a beautiful mind...you proved tonight you see problems differently than most people...please use your God-given ability to think outside-the-box and solve this problem for the both of us-okay? We can't let the son-of-a-bitch control our lives!"

A lump caught in my throat. I replied, "I don't know what to do about him either, Tim."

He stepped closer to me and gently grasped my shoulders. We were face-to-face.

"Yes you do," he whispered, "...you just haven't given it much thought yet.

He leaned in and kissed my forehead. 

"John, I heard you and Hanson last night and I'm sure you heard me and him the night before...we are up against an egomaniacal sex pervert—use his weaknesses to our advantage..."

Tim went inside leaving me on the stoop pondering our dilemma.

I will no longer describe my encounters with Mr. Hanson. It is not my intent to provoke sympathy or revulsion. Some things in life are better left unsaid. 

All I can say is how funny and strange life can be at times. What began as the most horrific thing that ever happened to me in my life, suddenly opened new doors and created opportunities that could only have taken place in my wildest dreams.

If Mr. Hanson hadn't blackmailed his way into my life, I would never have gotten a job from Jeffrey Garvin—I would never have had the chance to work alongside Tim Hudson-AND I would NEVER have been the person to solve the formula that had been stumping two of the greatest minds of the early 21st century. 

How's that for some weird and wonderful karma? The enormity of it all wouldn't occur to me until much later.

After work Wednesday night, Tim and I left GI and began the short walk home. I had confided in him my plan to meet Denny. He'd promised to protect my secret from Mr. Hanson, but was understandably pessimistic.

"You know, John," he said, "that son-of-a-bitch has his claws into a lot of people...he's got snitches all over town."

"We'll be careful—no one will see us together...I have to be with him, Tim, it's been too long... I'm going to my parent's for Thanksgiving, and my mother somehow talked me into staying the whole weekend...Denny leaves for Nebraska on Friday, this is the only chance we'll have to be together for a while."

"I know-I know..." he said. "Maybe the fat prick won't find out...he's spending time with his family, and he told me I'm free until Saturday afternoon..."

It made me nauseous when Tim said 'I'm free until Saturday afternoon.' My heart went out to him. We hadn't known each other for long, but our connection to Mr. Hanson had made us kindred spirits, and instant friends.

We stopped before turning down the usual street to go home. 

"I'm jealous..." Tim suddenly said. 

Under the street light I saw a smile on his face. I could tell he was happy for me.




Dirty Little Secret Ch. 04



"'Happy Thanksgiving,' I said to him with a grin on my face. We wouldn't see each other again until Monday.

He smiled and said, "Same to you ...take good care of your boyfriend's giblets tonight, okay?" 

I laughed and watched him walk until he disappeared into the darkness.

It was then I realized how much I cared for Tim; that I would do anything to try and help extricate him from the clutches of Mr. Hanson. 

I told myself that on Monday, I would begin to examine our predicament logically. 

Emotional thinking hadn't solved the problem. I'll use the scientific method. I'll arrange all the pieces of the puzzle on a blank easel in my mind, and move and re-arrange the jagged pieces until they come together and form a clear picture.

I'd always known I could do that, but I never thought about the real-life applications.

I walked about fifty-yards when I saw a van parked alongside the curb. In the darkness I couldn't determine its color. When I was close enough I heard the engine running then saw a long, thick stripe on the side-paneling.

An adrenaline rush surged thru my body as I opened the door and pulled myself up into the front seat. His smiling face was the first thing I saw.

"I've missed you," he said, even though we'd eaten lunch together the past two days.

"Me too," I said. "Life isn't fair..."

He drove off. His eyes were on the road while mine were on him. There was something about him...his face seemed older, his body tense. It was clear the nut-jobs who'd been protesting against him had taken their toll on him.

I vowed to make this a night he would remember for a long time.

Little was said between us. The longing we felt for one another was palpable; the air inside the van was thick with anticipation. I knew he felt the same as me: we couldn't wait to be naked in each other's arms.

Something brushed the back of my head and it startled me. My neck whipped around and I saw a curtain hanging, separating the cab of the van from the back.

"Wait til you see what Todd has back there..." Denny said with a chuckle.

We rode a few more minutes in silence then Denny said, "Lane left for Kentucky tonight."

It was the first time I'd heard his name mentioned in quite a while. I thought about him most every day. 

"Oh," I replied. "Good for him...he should be with his family on Thanksgiving."

More silence.

Then Denny said, "He told me to tell you he's sorry."

"Why would he say that?" I asked. "None of this is his fault."

"No, that's not what he means..."

I looked at Denny with a puzzled expression and asked, "What is he sorry for?"

After a brief hesitation, Denny said, "He's getting married on Saturday."

Stunned silence—married? How could this be? To whom?

Denny continued, "He's marrying his high school sweetheart, Amy...I think he's paranoid about the Olympics...the host country has been sending out some pretty strong anti-gay propaganda lately."

I understood. This was extreme, but I knew Lane would do anything to protect his dirty little secret. 

My heart went out to him. In all our encounters he never once mentioned a girlfriend, and now he was going to marry her?

I was sure he didn't love her; he was going to marry someone to put an end to the gossip and rumors and try to bury his secret forever.

"Are you alright?" Denny asked softly.

No, I wasn't alright, but I didn't tell Denny. I was enveloped by a crushing sadness that Lane had to resort to a sham marriage because he was so ashamed of his feelings for men.

Lane and I had been very close, but we had used one another more for moral support and sex. We'd both known all along our relationship was not about love.

I turned to Denny and with a sad smile on my face asked: "You don't have a high school sweetheart waiting for you somewhere, do you?"

He chuckled and said, "No, in high school the girls gave me a lot of 'sweet treats', but no one ever won my heart...until I met you."

My eyes misted-over and my heart soared with the eagles. 

"I love you, too," I said softly.

Denny drove into a secluded, wooded area and when I saw a lake shimmering in the moonlight I knew where we were. Theresa and I came here to play and experiment with each other's bodies. This was an ideal lover's paradise, and tonight there were no other cars to be seen. I guessed most people were preparing for Thanksgiving.

"Sir, what are your intentions?" I asked in mock indignation. "Is this 'put-out' or 'get-out' time? I suppose if I don't satisfy your animal-lust I will be forced to walk home from here?"

Denny laughed and leaned over and kissed me on the lips. He reached back and pushed open the curtains. In the back of the van, illuminated in brilliant moonlight, I saw a mattress on the floor.

"Any objections, pretty-boy?" he asked teasingly.

"Well, sir," I replied. "I will NOT be walking home from here tonight."

The console between us made it awkward but we embraced and kissed. Our kisses grew warm and urgent. He pushed his tongue into my mouth and I greedily sucked at it.

My hand found his muscular thigh and I gently stroked and kneaded the flesh thru his jeans. I boldly placed my hand on his crotch and found him already hard. I ran the palm of my hand slowly over his long, hard cock. He groaned into my mouth.

I broke off the kiss and flicked my head in the direction of the mattress and whispered, "I want to be with you back there."

The warmth of his smile made the chill in the air disappear.

A blaring car horn shook me from my reverie. I was going thru an intersection underneath a hanging red light and I heard the car on my left slam on his brakes, his tires squealing angrily. 

"Sorry," I said out loud even though he couldn't hear me. 

I sheepishly waved and shrugged my shoulders then proceeded thru the intersection. I looked around for the police but saw none and continued on the way to my parent's house.

My mind had drifted back in time and re-played every sweet detail of the night before—the sweet night of lovemaking with Denny.

We had moved to the back of the van onto the mattress and quickly shed our clothes. We both felt an urgency; an overwhelming need for intimacy, to revel in one another's flesh. 

We lay side-by-side, kissing, stroking, fondling each other. Denny's sexual generosity was one more reason I loved him. He didn't lay back and expect to be serviced, no, he was an eager and active participant.

Finally I couldn't take any more. I pushed him onto his back and knelt between his open legs. I teased his rigid and pulsating prick for a few seconds before I slid my moistened lips over the plum-sized head and slowly pushed my face lower and lower until I'd taken as much of his hardness into my mouth that was possible.

Normally, I would have sucked his cock slowly, letting my tongue lather every inch of his flesh, giving him prolonged pleasure. But I knew by his grunting and heavy breathing and the movement of his hips that his orgasm was already close.

I sucked him with wild abandon moving my head rapidly up-and-down his wonderfully hot and expanding flesh. My hand moved quickly on his shaft and I massaged his heavy, cum-filled balls.

When his body stiffened and he cried out, I flattened my tongue over his slit and lapped-up his discharge. I must have swallowed five or six mouthfuls of his creamy elixir before his wildly bucking body came to rest.

I kept him in my mouth until his penis was flaccid then my tongue went to work cleaning whatever semen had escaped. 

I crawled upwards and lay on his body. His heart was pounding against my chest. He held me tight. I kissed his forehead but he wanted more. He pulled my head to his and kissed my lips. His tongue searched out mine. 

I was thrilled he was the kind of man who wasn't afraid to taste his own juices. 

He shifted our position so he could have access to my prick. He took it in his hand and stroked it wonderfully until I too climaxed. I'd forgotten how fantastic it felt for someone other than me to masturbate my prick to orgasm.

The big red sign to the supermarket where my mother shopped suddenly caught my eye. On impulse, I decided to stop.

I walked directly to the liquor department and found the brand of Cabernet my mother liked, and took two bottles to the checkout stand. I looked around and didn't see anyone I knew.

A girl in her early twenties looked first at the wine then at me with a 'Are you kidding me?' expression on her chubby face. I fished out the fake i.d. Donny had made for me and paid for the wine. 

When I eased myself back into the car there was still a lingering, delicious-aching sensation in my rectum. It wasn't painful; frankly, I liked it. The memory of Denny's long and thick cock sliding in-and-out of me was still fresh in my mind.

I chuckled to myself as I recalled Denny's amazement when I begged him to fuck me. He was on top of me between my wide-splayed thighs. 

"It's too big—I don't want to hurt you," he said.

"I'm ready for you—I took precautions—please...I want to feel you inside me."

When he pressed the bulbous head of his cock against my opening I heard him gasp.

"You're wet down there!" he said with surprise.

"I want you so badly I prepared myself earlier," I said in return.

I still had the lubricating dildo Donny had taught me how to use. Just before I'd left work earlier in the night, I'd gone to the bathroom and inserted it inside me. The oily substance would keep my passage wet and slippery for some time.

The only problem was leakage. I solved that by attaching a feminine maxi-pad down there to soak-up any oil that might escape my open hole. 

I didn't give Denny the chance to ask questions or wonder about his discovery. I raised my legs up and over his back forcing more of his hard cock into my hole. I grimaced in pain and my head rolled side-to-side but I stayed quiet. It was too dark inside the van for him to see my obvious discomfort.

I grunted and groaned but finally locked my ankles together above his broad back and shoulders. He was all the way inside me; my hole was stretched wide like never before. 

Lucky for me, Donny's cock had blazed a trail before Denny's. I knew from experience it was only a matter of time until the pain subsided, and I too, would feel the pleasure and joy of our lovemaking.

Above me, Denny held his breath. He was afraid to move a muscle. I knew he was waiting for me to respond, to signal everything was alright.

My own prick, which had gone limp during the searing pain of impalement, suddenly roared back to life. The sharp pain in my rectum was gone. All that remained was the pleasant sensation of being filled with my man's hard cock. 

Soft mewling sounds escaped my lips; I threw my arms around Denny's shoulders then slowly lowered my hips until just the head of his cock was inside me. I took a deep breath and my legs worked hard using his back as leverage and pulled myself upwards forcing all of his cock inside me again.

Denny understood I was ready and gently fucked me until we found our rhythm. We exchanged soft sighs, gasps and exclamations of our mutual pleasure and love.

I was content to wait for the lust to build within Denny and maintained his pace allowing him to set the tempo. His hips would pull back and withdraw his hot steel pole to the very tip then my legs, wrapped tightly around his back, would pull his cock deep inside me.

I briefly wondered how many human bodies thru-out the world were locked together in similar embraces of passion and love. 

Like breathing, eating and water, the lust and desire in all of us require humans seek release and satisfaction regardless of nationality, ethnicity and gender. 

It amazed me to think that some humans believed this simple act was intended for procreation only; that fornication was a spiritual act between a man and a woman. 

Yes, when the participants are deeply in love and care more for their partner than themselves, this can become a deeply personal and spiritual moment; and that is when it is best. 

But to limit this act to one purpose, one goal, is to deny the existence of our God-given urges and needs, and our abilities to bring great pleasure and satisfaction to others.

Good God, I thought. I wish people would get off their sanctimonious mountain-tops and admit to themselves people like to fuck because it's in our genes, and it feels good. It's that simple!

"OH-GOD..." I cried out when Denny's velvety cockhead suddenly banged my prostate.

His hip-thrusts became quicker with more force. My legs tightened their grip on his back and I met his downward thrusts with violent bucking and jerking thrusts of my own impaling his hard cock deep inside me.

It was at this point my memory fades. My brain was a fog of pure lust and all that mattered was to feel his hot jism explode inside me. 

Our grunting and groaning and panting were loud inside the van. We became lost in the fucking; we were the lust-crazed human beings Mother Nature intended us to be.

The friction of my hard prick rubbing against his belly on his every downward thrust was driving me insane with pleasure. 

I opened myself completely to him. He was my man—I was his bitch-in-heat and I was proud to admit it. I was determined to meet his violent thrusts with my own.

Suddenly, and wonderfully, I felt his cock expand in my already stuffed back passage. My eyes bugged open—my nerve-endings exploded with delight-filled jolts of hot energy.

I heard his primal scream; his body stiffened and for a split-second he was quiet above me. Then all hell broke loose. 

He dove hard into me to the hilt and shouted his pleasure. The tightly gripping walls of my asshole felt the cum rushing thru his cock. 

His final thrust violently rammed my prostate and I was sent spiraling over-the-cliff. I screamed as my body wildly jerked and contorted as my own cum shot out of my prick in spasms of delight and ecstasy.

Our orgasms lasted forever. I was sure we frightened the curious animals gathered outside the van.

He collapsed on top of me. I felt the moisture on his flesh co-mingle with mine. We were sweating profusely in the cool night air. We fought for every breath; I held him tight. 

He deftly reversed our positions and I was now on top of him. I covered his face in kisses. He squeezed me so tight I thought my ribs would burst.

In one of those rare and beautiful moments in life, we both said "I love you" at the same time. We laughed and kissed and clung to one another. 

The next thing I remember was awakening to a chorus of singing birds and watching the sun rise over the shimmering blue waters of what is named 'Lovers Lake' while holding hands with my boyfriend.

"Hi, Mom," I said, smiling when she opened the front door. It had been a couple months and I was actually happy to see her.

"Did you lose your key?" she asked.

"Uhh, no..." I replied.

"You know I had to walk all the way from the kitchen to answer the door—God forbid your father could get out of his chair and do it," she scolded.

She saw the paper bag in my arms and peaked inside.

"Happy Thanksgiving!" I said still smiling, presenting her the paper bag. 

"Wine? Are you drinking now? Are you boozing with your little college friends?" she asked in that smarmy voice of hers. "Where did you get these? You're not old enough to buy alcohol!"

"I-I ah...I had a friend of mine get them for me," I said, suddenly filled with memories of why I wanted to leave this house in the first place.

"Jesus H Christ, Mary-let the boy inside!" I heard my father say behind her.

She cradled the bag against her bosom. Her face softened and her mood seemed to abruptly change. Her free hand pulled my head towards hers and she kissed me on the cheek.

"Happy Thanksgiving, dear, I'm glad you're home," she said with the slightest of smiles then turned and returned to the kitchen.

My father thrust his hand forward and said, "Good to see you, son."

We shook hands then stood in awkward silence for a few seconds.

"Where's your bag?" he asked. "You packed a bag, didn't you?"

"Oh yeah," I said. "I'll go get them."

"Well, the games about to start—I'll be in my chair...you remember how to get to your room, don't you?"

I smiled and said, "Yes, dad, it hasn't been that long."

"It's been long enough, son," he said softly then turned away from me.

That was strange, I thought, as I retrieved my overnight bag and laptop case from the car. Did he just say that he missed me?

When I opened the closed door to my old bedroom I was hit with a faint but distinct odor. It was barely noticeable, but I knew it was the aroma of a thousand orgasms of months and years past.

I felt sheepishly embarrassed that I'd left behind such an odd legacy in my parent's house.

I set-up the laptop and checked my email. Nothing from Lane. I wasn't expecting to hear from him, but a message telling me about his wedding plans would have been nice.

Without bothering to unpack my clothes, I returned to the living room. The Lions kicked-off to the Packers just as I sat on the sofa next to my dad's recliner.

The Packers first drive was a three-and-out.

I asked my dad, "What's the spread on the game?"

"Packers by three," he answered.

"They're on the road in Detroit on Thanksgiving Day and they're favored?" I asked.

He seemed pleased with my sports betting knowledge. I don't think he was aware that I knew of his habit of betting on football games.

He went into a dissertation as to why the Packers shouldn't be favored. I had to admit his logic was sound.

"You took the Lions, huh?" I asked with a smile.

He looked at me with some surprise and said, "You're a sharp kid!"

We watched the first half in silence with occasional outbursts of "OH YES" and "WHAT A LOUSY PLAY" and "THESE REFS ARE TERRIBLE."

The Packers were leading at halftime by 14 - 10. When my dad went to the bathroom I pulled out my cell phone. I'd felt it vibrate in my pocket earlier, but knowing how my dad felt about emails and texting, I chose to wait until he was gone to look at it.

It was from Denny: "Had a wonderful night—and morning—I love u."

My heart leapt with joy. I didn't have much time so all I said in my reply was "ME 2."

When my dad returned he was carrying two bottles of beer. I was shocked, to say the least, when he gave me one of them.

"Don't tell your mother," he said with a wink.

"Not a word," I replied.

I wondered if he remembered that was his inside joke with my brother, and not me. It made me think about my brother's absence.

"Where's Jimmy? Is he coming today?" I asked.

My father grimaced and said, "We'll talk about it later."

"Oh—okay," I said. Uh-oh—what's up with that?

At a commercial-break mid-way thru the third quarter my father stood-up to get another beer.

"Are you ready?" he asked.

I showed him my bottle was still half-full.

He made a 'tsk-tsk' noise with his tongue and asked, "What kind of college kid are you?"

"The boring kind, I guess." 

He shook his head and left the room. 

I thought about Lane. My heart ached for him. I understood his predicament but I didn't like his solution. 

God-damn him, I thought. He's going to live a lie the rest of his life to protect his dirty little secret? It's not right...

At the end of the third quarter I took the last swallow of my beer. 

"Get me another one, too!" my father said even though I hadn't moved off the couch.

In the kitchen, my mother's 19-inch television was tuned into the parade from New York. She was busy making her wonderful deviled-eggs, and I saw an almost-empty wine glass to her right. 

I uncorked the Cabernet that was sitting on the counter and filled her glass.

She seemed startled I was there.

"OH—umm, thank you, dear," she said.




Dirty Little Secret Ch. 05



It was a calculated risk Tim and I had to undertake if we were ever going to break free from Mr. Hansen's iron grip over our lives. 

My parent's now knew the truth of my sexuality, and Tim had had a talk with his folks. 

His mom and dad were far more understanding than mine. In fact, I still smile when I recall what his mother had said when he outed himself to them: "Honey, your father and I are confused-why are you telling us what we already know?"

Our concern now was the other guys Mr. Hansen had secretly taped having sex; Denny and Lane, for example, and others who lived their lives in constant fear of being exposed.

Of course, even though we were no longer ashamed to admit who we are, that didn't mean we wanted graphic images of our sex lives plastered all over the internet. 

Jeffrey, Tim and I were determined to forever put a stop to that evil man's blackmail by fighting fire with fire. 

Tim's voice faltered and cracked when he asked, "Did you see Denny today?"

I knew he was scared because I was scared too.

"Yes, it was a nice visit..." I said in a slightly higher octave than my normal voice. 

I coughed and cleared my throat and took a deep gulp of air to try and calm my nerves. My hands were trembling on the steering wheel.

"Heh-heh...we found out for sure he's not paralyzed from the waist down..." I said with nervous laughter.

Tim gasped and replied, "NO—you didn't, did you? In his hospital bed?"

"Well," I said, "...with his leg suspended in mid-air he's not getting out of that bed any time soon!"

"What-I mean, how did you-oh, never mind..." he stammered.

I laughed then he laughed as well. For the first time that day our moods lightened. 

We still had ten minutes until we'd get to Mr. Hansen's house and execute our plan so I decided to tell Tim what happened that afternoon with Denny to keep our minds occupied.

"His parents were in the room when I got there so we sat around a few minutes and chatted...I've told you before how nice they are—they're definitely struggling with this, but they're trying hard to understand...I mean, it had to be the most shocking moment in their lives to find out watching a football game that their All-American son is gay!"

"Yes, what a terrible way to find out-how do the people in that stadium live with themselves?" said Tim.

"So after a few minutes they excuse themselves and tell Denny and me they'll be back later...as soon as they left the room I went over to the bed and gave Denny the biggest, wettest, sloppiest kiss I could—that cheered him up and I sat on the bed next to him...we're talking then I notice the blanket covering him was slipping to one side...I was just going to pull the blanket back on him when I saw the hospital gown he's wearing had slid upwards...well, my intention was to pull it back down-"

"Oh, sure, of course..." said Tim, his voice dripping with playful sarcasm.

"No, really," I protested. "But when I felt his thigh—how hot it was on my hand-I couldn't help myself—I began stroking his flesh...heh-heh-let me tell you, it didn't take long for us to find out his, uh, 'plumbing' still works."

"So you know," I continued after Tim laughed, "it was my duty to make sure everything still worked-heck, I considered it a 'mission of mercy'!"

"You're such a good person!" Tim said with a chuckle.

"The moment I wrapped my hand around him and heard him moan-well, I knew I was doing the right thing! As a matter-of-fact, it felt so good I sprang a boner of my own...I held and squeezed his hard-on the way he likes-I couldn't stop my hand from moving up-and-down-it was a reflex action—and well, I knew he would want me to play with myself too-he's very unselfish, that way-it was all totally innocent!"

"No-no-it's perfectly normal to masturbate and give your boyfriend a handjob at the same time while he's bed-ridden with serious injuries..." Tim chuckled.

"Well, when I looked at Denny's face his eyes were closed with that beautiful smile spread across his face-he looked so peaceful and angelic I couldn't stop, could I? That wouldn't have been right..."

"No, of course not...a Good Samaritan must follow thru and make sure his work is thorough and satisfactory!" Tim laughed.

I smiled and continued, "Well, he was squirming and his hips began thrusting in time with my hand-I knew he was getting close...it had been such a long time-well, for both of us..."

"Yes, you poor baby, I know..." he said.

"Well, one thing led to another...I mean, it would have been awfully embarrassing for him if the nurse found all his goo on the bedsheet wouldn't it? How would he explain it to her?"

Tim interrupted: "Oh my God, what did you do?"

"Well, only to save my boyfriend and the love of my life from total humiliation, I decided the best thing would be to make sure there was no evidence for the nurse to find..."

"You didn't?" Tim laughed.

"I did," I replied. "...and I was able to get it in my mouth just in time—my goodness, he had gallons of stuff stored-up in those monster-balls of his..."

"Heh-heh-heh...so you spared your lover the embarrassment of discovery by slurping down his cum-how noble of you!"

I laughed along with Tim and said, "Yeah, but as soon as I tasted the first mouthful-I blew a huge load of my own inside my pants-I was wearing light tan slacks and had to walk out of the hospital with my hands in front of me to hide the huge stain on my crotch!"

"Oh you poor baby...it's not fair a Good Samaritan like yourself should have to suffer such public humiliation!" he teased.

Our laughter died as soon as we saw Mr. Hansen's house. 

It had already been decided that I would do the talking. I guess all the years of lying and denying I was gay would finally come in handy.

I parked the car, and we grabbed our laptops and briefcases then walked to the front door. The doorbell seemed unusually loud. I had seen a photo of Hansen's wife on his desk, but wasn't quite prepared for the sight of the woman who answered the door.

"Yeah, what is it?" she asked.

Mrs. Hansen's disheveled appearance startled me. Her eyes were watery, and there was a strong smell of alcohol. The photo I'd seen of her had obviously been taken many years earlier.

"Uh, I-we're from the university-your husband sent us here to repair his computer," I managed to finally say.

A dull light of recognition blinked in her eyes and she said, "Oh okay, c'mon in."

She led us thru the house without saying a word then near the back door she pointed at a stairwell leading to the basement.

"His precious room is down there to the right," she said. "Did he give you the key?"

"Yes, uh, we have a key," I replied.

"Hope you know how privileged you guys are-in twenty-years he's never let me inside that room even once!" she said bitterly. With a wave of her hand she left us alone.

Tim and I looked at one another and raised our eyebrows. We had the same thought: the poor woman had been trapped in a loveless marriage for a long, long time and she needed alcohol to cope with her unhappiness.

We found the light switch and walked down the stairs. On the left were a washer and dryer, and to the right was a wall with a single door. Tim fished the keys out of his pocket. He and I had worked together to get Hansen's keys and make duplicates. He tried three keys before we heard the lock open.

When he switched-on the light we both stopped and looked around. In one corner, the computer sat on a large desk; there were a small kitchen in another corner complete with a stove and frig; and there was a full-size bed in another corner. 

Tim pointed at the wall opposite the bed. There was a wall-mounted, big screen television aimed at the bed. We both knew what the evil old bastard watched on that television.

I began feeling nauseous. There was an overpowering stench of stale alcohol and dried semen in the small room. 

"Let's find what we want and get the hell out of here," I said to Tim. He vigorously nodded his agreement.

Tim fired-up the desktop while I searched the desk drawers for storage devices. I figured an old guy like Hansen would use discs, but was pleasantly surprised when I found a small box of flash drives. Each drive was numbered so I looked for documentation that would tell us what was on each one.

Tim and I both had the skill to hack system protocols and security, but he was faster than me. He quickly signed-on to the desktop and gained access to the files. He found what we wanted and began to make copies on our own flash drives.

In the bottom right drawer, beneath a half-empty whiskey bottle, I found a manila envelope with numbers and descriptions. The numbers ranged from 1 to 32.

A chill ran up my spine when I saw '#15 - Jeffrey'...then '#21 - Timmy' and finally, '#29 - Johnny'. 

He hadn't bothered to disguise the subject of each drive. I'm sure the arrogant bastard thought no one but him would ever see the list. 

I matched each drive with the corresponding numbers on the list-they were all accounted for-I then proceeded to make copies on the drives we had brought.

On his computer, I found the Word document of the list, erased our names then re-formatted and printed the new list. I put the copies in my brief case, along with the original list.

Next, I found his collection of DVD's. There must have been two-hundred of them. They were numbered too. There were several #15's labeled '15-a, 15-b, 15-c and so-on. I removed all the DVD's with our numbers and placed them in my briefcase. 

Now all we had to do was make copies of the remaining storage devices. I glanced at my watch: Hansen was at a function at the university we estimated would keep him busy for at least three-hours. I guessed we would need most of that time to finish our 'Project.'

Waiting is the hardest part I don't want to sound paranoid, but before we left the room, we wiped-down everything we had touched including the doorknobs. I figured one can never be too careful.

Mrs. Hansen was nowhere to be seen as we walked thru the house to the front door. Then we heard the snoring from a bedroom. We let ourselves out, once again wiping the doorknobs and we were soon heading home.

"That was intense," said Tim in the darkness of the car.

My heart was racing and I was still on an adrenaline high. I knew he felt the same way.

"It sure was," I replied. "I feel like James Bond!"

He and I giggled nervously as I maintained the speed limit all the way to our house.

"What are we going to do next?" asked Tim in a hushed tone of voice, as though the walls of the van had ears. 

I was surprised by his question, then remembered it was Jeffrey and me who came up with the second stage of our plan.

"Well, first thing is, we have to watch all these drives and dvd's and see what we have..." I said. "See who the people are and what they're doing, and find out how Hansen is involved...I hate to say it, but the nastier the stuff is-the more ammunition we'll have against Hansen."

"John...I don't know if I have the stomach to watch that garbage..." Tim softly said.

"No-no, that's fine...I'll screen them...I'll figure out what we can use to our advantage," I reassured my friend.

"Why can't we just send everything to the police and be done with it?" he asked me.

"We have to get Hansen's share of our business first...hell, he blackmailed Jeffrey into giving him twenty percent," I said. "We don't want that asshole making a dime off our hard work!"

"I agree-I agree," said Tim.

"I'll put together our own flash drive with the high-lights from all the videos...I guess 'high-lights' isn't an appropriate word to describe this, but, you know..."

"I know what you mean," said Tim.

"We'll meet with Hansen...show him what we have then demand he sell us his share of the company or else we go to the police!" I said, feeling an adrenaline rush as I explained it. "And once he signs-over his share to us-then we send copies to the police, the media and the university president!"

"I like it!" announced Tim. "I'm sorry I couldn't be more help in all this, John...I hate you having to do all the work."

"TIMMY," I almost shouted. "You had the most important role in the whole plan-if it wasn't for you getting his keys and making duplicates, we wouldn't be able to do any of this!"

We sat in silence as we approached our house. I parked the van in front of the house, reached to open the door, but was stopped by Tim's voice. 

"Johnny," he said in a whisper,"...what happens if Hansen's wife tells him about us being at his house tonight-what do we do?"

I was hoping he wouldn't ask that question.

"We'll deny it-she doesn't know who we are!" I said calmly. "She was drunk-she probably doesn't even remember us being there!"

"But what if she does?" he persisted. "We're computer geeks-he'll know it was us for sure!"

"Timmy, that's why we have to work fast...when we get inside I'm going start looking at videos-I want to get this done by Monday...that gives us tonight, tomorrow and Saturday and Sunday...I think we can have it done by Monday!"

I heard him sigh.

"I sure hope you're right..." He sounded scared-who wasn't?

I tried my best to reassure him on our short walk to the side door, but I don't think it did any good.

Once inside, we bid each other a "Good night" and he went up a few stairs, and I went down the basement stairwell.

I immediately fired-up my laptop then retrieved the drives from my briefcase. I looked over the list and decided to start with number one. I already knew what I'd see on the drive labeled "#29 - Johnny."

Number one had the name 'Charles' next to it. I was five-minutes into it and had to grudgingly give Hansen some credit-a boy I didn't know was naked and on his knees giving a mostly, unseen man a blowjob. The man was not visible from the waist up.

The boy had a terrified look in his eyes while he worked hard on the cock in his mouth. It suddenly occurred to me-OH MY GOD-THAT'S HANSEN'S COCK! There is no mistaking the bastard's fat-sausage-of-a-prick!

I watched for several minutes then decided this method wasn't going to work. This was far too time-consuming and there are way too many videos to watch. I would have to fast-forward the videos and be especially alert at finding evidence against Hansen.

I was engrossed in my work and didn't hear any noise until the footsteps on the basement stairs.

I called-out, "Tim, I said everything would be all right-can't you sleep?"

I froze when I heard the bone-chilling laughter of the evil bastard himself. I quickly gathered my wits and shut-down the computer.

He was in the basement now.

"Oh, is poor little Timmy having trouble sleeping? Maybe a belly full of warm cum will help him sleep," he said with his patented cruel sneer plastered on his ugly face.

"GET NAKED, BOY, AND GET ON YOUR KNEES-I WANT A QUICKY BEFORE I GO HOME!"

I have learned the hard way there is no arguing with this man. I did as I was told.

He was in a hurry. Usually he would add to my humiliation by making me open his slacks and take out his prick. But once I'd stripped and went to my knees, his fat-cock was already mere inches from my face.

And to add to my ordeal, it was limp, and I detected a strong odor of alcohol oozing from his pores. He must have come directly from the function he'd attended.

I knew what that meant: it would take a long time to get his dick hard and an even longer time for him to cum. 

"GET THAT MOUTH AND TONGUE WORKING, FAGGOT-I HAVEN'T GOT ALL NIGHT!!"

I feverishly worked my hands and mouth on his limp dick. I wanted it to end as fast as possible, but the bastard obviously had drunk too much and after ten-minutes he was still soft.

He pushed my head away and I watched him drop his slacks and briefs to the floor. I knew what was coming next and it was all I could do to keep from getting sick.

"YOU"RE NOT DOING A VERY GOOD JOB, FAGGOT!" he said. His voice was always loud when he got drunk. 

He turned his back to me, spread his legs wider then said: "WORK THAT TONGUE IN MY ASSHOLE, CUNTBOY!"

I held my breath and went in. Hygiene wasn't his strong suit and I always held my breath as long as I could to keep from retching.

After five-long-minutes, I managed to coax him into a three-quarters erection. That was good enough for him.

He faced me again and I immediately drew his prick in my mouth and frantically stroked and sucked him. As always, he mistook my urgency for enthusiasm.

"OH YEAH-YOU REALLY LOVE MY COCK-DON'T YOU FAGBOY?"

I had done this for him so many times I could think of other things without having to concentrate on my degradation.

I thought of Timmy. Hansen was so loud tonight I knew Timmy could hear everything Hansen said. I pictured Timmy shivering and shaking in his bed. I hoped he wasn't too frightened.

I considered skipping my classes tomorrow to give me more time to view the videos. We had to get Hansen out of our lives ASAP!!

A mental image of Denny formed in my mind. I reminded myself to call him in the morning and tell him I wouldn't be visiting this weekend. I thought of various excuses I could use-I certainly couldn't tell him the truth. He'd get apoplectic and want to kill Hansen only to bust his stitches wide open.

I heard Hansen cry-out above me.

Thank God, he's finally finished!!

I readied myself for his foul-tasting spunk and waited. It amazed me how long a time frame there was between him announcing his orgasm and the start of his actual ejaculation. 

I figured years of tobacco and alcohol abuse had shrunk his vas deferens into a miniscule tube.

No matter how I prepared myself, or whatever I thought of to distract myself, it never helped me avoid the worst-tasting crap I've ever had in my mouth. 

I held my breath as I gulped down three-mouthfuls. I took another deep breath before I licked him clean.

As always, I remained kneeling, naked on the floor while he fixed his clothes. I was allowed to stand and dress only after I heard the side door close. This man is a real freak!

He dressed, took a piece of paper out of his pocket and laid it on my computer table.

He stood over me and said, "There's an address on that slip of paper-you and Timmy be there tomorrow night before seven...if you're one-minute late, I guarantee you boys will not enjoy your punishment-believe me, these are not men anyone dares to fuck with!!"

He turned to leave, stopped then turned to speak to me again. That cruel sneer was on his face one more time.

"A couple friends of mine want to meet you boys...don't make any plans-they may want you for the whole weekend-DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME, COCKSUCKER?"

His words felt like a brick to my head...I hesitated for a second before I answered.

"Yes, Sir," I was finally able to say.

Then he was gone.

A violent shiver raced thru my body. I didn't bother to dress first; I immediately picked-up my cell phone and called Jeffrey. I hoped he wasn't too busy with his new friend, Harold. I was thankful and relieved when I heard his voice.

"How did 'The Project' go tonight?" he asked. 

"It was a success," I answered, "...but we have a huge problem-Hansen just left here-he's wants Tim and I to meet a couple of his friends tomorrow night-HE'S PIMPING US OUT TO HIS FRIENDS!!"

"OH MY GOD!" exclaimed Jeffrey.

"Look, does the company have an account with any of the motels around here? Timmy and I have to get out of here this weekend!" I asked.

"Ah, yeah, the Starlight Motel is just down the street-you guys can stay there-I'll get you a room," he said.

"That's too close-anything on the other side of town?" I asked. I was breathing hard now, and my heart was racing fast.

"Ah...OH-yeah, we have an account with The Broadmoor-it's a great business hotel and it comes with wi fi," he said.




Dirty Little Secret Ch. 05



"Is that the one by the airport?" I asked.

"Yes, that's it," he replied.

"Perfect," I said. "I'm not sure how long we'll need it-I have to finish 'The Project' this weekend!"

"No problem-stay as long as necessary," he said.

"Jeffrey," I added, "it might be a good idea if you went out of town this weekend, too...there's no telling what that bastard will do when Tim and I don't show up tomorrow night."

There was a pause then he said, "You're right...the maniac is capable of anything..."

I heard him talking in the background then he said to me, "Harold has a cabin up north-we'll go up there tomorrow afternoon!"

"Perfect!" I said. "Oh, one more thing, is your friend, Jerry, still a locksmith?"

"Ah, yes he is-why?" he asked.

Timmy appeared out of the corner of my mind. I think he was startled that I was still naked. I gave him a quick smile and motioned I was on the phone. 

"Can you have him come over here and change our locks? We'll be out of here early for classes...we'll go straight to the motel when we're done at school for the day."

"Yeah, of course, I'll call him now-I'll have him drop off the keys at the company," he said.

"Thanks-thanks a lot, Jeffrey-you're a life-saver!" I said.

"John, we're all in this together...try to keep Timmy calm this weekend, okay?" he said.

I smiled and said, "I'll do my best-I'll call you in a couple days...oh. Jeffrey-enjoy the weekend in your 'love shack'!"

He laughed, said, "Yes, we will!" then hung-up.

I retrieved my sweat shirt and sweat pants and quickly dressed.

Timmy was frozen in place; his eyes bugged-wide open.

"W-What's going on? What did that bastard do to you tonight? A motel? Having our locks changed? JOHNNY, WHAT'S GOING ON?" he said. I saw him shaking.

I took the bottle of mouthwash he was carrying; it had become our routine every time Hansen left the house. I went to the sink and gargled, again, and one more time for good measure.

"Nothing is wrong," I lied to him. "I just think it might be a good idea to get away for a few days."

"Did he threaten you?" he softly asked me.

"Tim," I said. "This isn't the time to talk about this-I'll fill you in this weekend...right now, we both need to pack a bag...enough clothes for three-four days, okay?"

"But Johnny-" He tried to talk but I cut him short.

"Tim-we'll talk about this later...PLEASE, go pack a bag, and try to get some sleep, okay?"

I could see the fear in his eyes. My heart went out to him, but I had to remain focused and strong.

"Okay," he meekly replied. He climbed the basement stairs and I heard him walk thru his living room to his bedroom.

I found an old suitcase and gathered up some clothes and toiletries. 

My blood pressure was sky-high, and my eyes wired open, but I tried to sleep anyway.

Ten-minutes had probably gone by when I heard the creaking of the basement stairs. He approached the bed in the dark, and when he was near I heard his breathing.

"Johnny," he said in a small voice, "...can I sleep with you tonight?"

"Of course, you can," I answered softly in the dark.

He hurried under the bedspread and lay close beside me. I could hear his heart pounding. I put my arm around him and drew him to me. He laid his head on my chest. 

We clung to each other until our trembling subsided. I'm not sure what time it was when we were finally able to drift-off to sleep.

It was probably a bad idea to go to school. We were too pre-occupied and filled with anxiety to focus and concentrate in any of our classes.

I don't know about Tim, but I found myself constantly moving my head every which way looking for Hansen. He was never there, but he never left my mind, either. 

I had to attend three lectures that day, and I didn't hear a single word from any of the professors. Instead, I found myself diagnosing, and examining our problem. 

This latest threat from Hansen was completely out of character. He never shared us with any of his friends before so it made me wonder what had changed. Why, all of a sudden, would he pimp us out to other men?

Maybe I'm looking at this from the wrong perspective, I thought. Is there more than Hansen's perverted sexuality going on here? The man has us so intimidated maybe we're not thinking straight.

All Tim and I see is the evil bastard who controls our day-to-day lives to the extent that we ignore everything else. Is he manipulating us for some unknown reasons? Does he have an 'end-game' that we have, out of abject fear, totally ignored?

Then it occurred to me we have ALL the files from his computer. I will look at the nasty-stuff and search for clues there, and Timmy can go thru the other files. Tim is working on a business economics minor, I'll have him comb thru Hansen's finances.

Yes, I thought, there is definitely something here that doesn't meet the smell test. The more I thought about, the more convinced I became there is more to this than Hansen just getting his rocks-off!!

We stood at the front desk of the motel at exactly 4pm.

"Yes, sir, may I help you?" said a pretty woman, who I guessed to be in her mid-thirties.

"Yes," I said to the smiling clerk, "you have a reservation for Smith-William Smith...I'm afraid Mr. Smith couldn't make the trip-he sent us instead...will that be a problem?"

Some of Jeffrey's business dealings were rather sensitive, so he had long ago set-up an account with a generic name. If Hansen chose to search for us when we didn't show-up tonight, all he'd see registered at this motel was a 'William Smith'...it gave Timmy and me some semblance of security.

"Well," she said, scrunching her nose, "...was the reservation made with a company credit card?"

"Yes," I said, and gave her my Garvin Industries credit card, and my driver's license.

"Oh, okay, it's the same company, sure, no problem. I'll just change the room to your name instead!" she cheerfully said.

"Well," I said, "...the problem is, we have several clients in town here who will be calling here asking for Mr. Smith-we haven't had time to inform them that he wasn't coming...would it be possible to keep the reservation in his name?"

She studied me then said, "I don't mean to get personal, but you boys look awfully young to be on a business trip, and besides, this is a local driver's license?"

"Well, if you want me to, I can call Uncle Bill and you can speak with him yourself," I countered. "He won't be very happy about being disturbed."

Her frown suddenly turned into a smile.

"No-no-no-that won't be necessary," she said. "I'm sure your 'Uncle' knows what he's doing." 

I glanced at Tim and saw a slight smile on his face.

The woman then said, "I'm afraid there is one more problem, sir...the reservation is for two queen-sized beds, but all we have left is a room with one king-sized bed-will that be acceptable?"

Oh, that's fine," I said. "I know it was a last-minute reservation..."

I restrained myself from adding: That's okay with us-we're not homophobic! Hahaha...

It took us an hour to settle in, unpack then set-up our computers. Neither of us had eaten since breakfast so we decided to have dinner in the motel restaurant before we went to work.

It was pretty good; they had a Walleye special to die-for!

During dinner, I explained to Timmy what I wanted him to do. He was excited and happy that he too, had a project.

Once back in the room, we both dove into our tasks. We didn't say a word to one another. 

I poured thru one pornographic video after another. I soon became dizzy from staring at the male-on-male sex, and, much to my chagrin, found myself with a rock-hard erection in my sweat pants.

What kind of person are you, John, that you get excited from this crap? I chastised myself.

My cell phone broke the silence in the room. I checked the alarm clock we'd brought with us and saw it was 7:30...oh-oh, it can only be one person, I thought.

The hair on the back of my neck stood straight. My flesh broke out with goose-pimples. 

I checked my phone, and sure enough, it read "Asshole."

I took a deep breath then pressed 'Answer' and immediately said: "What do you want, you fat-fuck?"

I heard Timmy choking and coughing.

My greeting must have stunned Hansen because he hesitated a couple seconds before he flew into a tirade.

"YOU COCKSUCKING FAGGOT-HOW DARE YOU SPEAK TO ME LIKE THAT!! BOTH YOU QUEERS ARE GOING TO WISH YOU WERE DEAD WHEN I GET HOLD OF YOU!! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU? GET YOUR FAGGOT-ASSES OVER HERE RIGHT NOW!!"

I thought about it for a second then decided to say: "You don't own us anymore-WE OWN YOU!!"

Stunned silence; then he shouted: "ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND, FAGBOY? IF YOU'RE NOT HERE BY EIGHT O'CLOCK EVERY VIDEO I HAVE OF YOU AND TIMMY-BOY SUCKING COCK AND GETTING FUCKED IN YOUR FAGGOT ASSES WILL BE GOING ONLINE-EVERYONE IN THE WORLD WILL SEE WHAT DISGUSTING HOMO'S YOU ARE!! YOU'LL NEVER GET WORK ANYWHERE EVER AGAIN-SHIT, YOU'LL NEVER BE ABLE TO SHOW YOUR FAGGOT FACES AT THE UNIVERSITY!!"

I pictured the purple vein on his forehead bursting open.

When he ran out of breath it was my turn to speak. I was going to take a calculated gamble. 

Tim and I hadn't found anything incriminating yet, besides what a pervert he is, of course; but I was so sure we'd find something we could use against him I decided it was time to put an end to him terrorizing us. At least to try and buy us more time.

"SHUT-UP AND LISTEN TO ME, YOU MISERABLE, TINY-DICKED ASSHOLE!" I shouted into the phone.

He began shouting again. I had no other choice than to yell: "WE'VE GOT YOUR FILES, ASSHOLE! YOU PUT ONE THING ABOUT US ONLINE AND WE'LL GO PUBLIC WITH EVERYTHING WE HAVE ON YOU-YOU'LL BE RUINED-YOU'LL GO TO PRISON!!" 

Okay, maybe I went too far. It was entirely possible he was only a perverted old man who got-off blackmailing boys and young men. Still, wasn't that bad enough?

What if he calls your bluff, John? I asked myself. We'll be stuck between a rock and a hard place if he doesn't care we have his videos.

When he answered his voice was calm; no yelling: "What do you mean you have my files? What files?" 

"We were at your house last night-in your computer room-ask your wife! We made copies of everything on your hard drive...and all your dvd's and flash drives..."

"Bullshit!" he said. "No one has been in my room! My wife would have said something to me!"

"She was a little, uh, out-of-it, I guess you could say...she may not remember letting us in the house...and your little room...well, your computer is on an oak table across from the door...there is a filthy bed in one corner and what looked to be a 60" inch tv on the wall facing the bed...does that sound about right to you?"

"It's a 64" tv..." he said blankly.

"Anyway, we were there, and we have it all!" I said with more confidence.

There was a long pause before he said, "Look-don't do anything stupid! You don't know who you're fucking with here...where are you guys? I'll come there and we can work-out some sort of arrangement."

OH MY GOD, I thought. WE'VE GOT HIM!! THE ASSHOLE IS RUNNING SCARED!!

Stay calm, John, I told myself. Be firm, but stay calm!

"I'll call you when we're ready to meet!" I said. "You stay away from us-at school-at work-at home-you stay the fuck away from us until we're ready to make a deal...you understand me, Asshole?"

"I'll be waiting for your call..." he said. "In the meantime, don't do anything stupid-don't do something you'll regret...let me give you some advice: I have powerful and influential friends in this community who are, well, you might say beholding to me...if you do or say anything that may threaten them, they will crush you boys like gnats-take my word for it-don't do anything stupid!"

The phone went dead. An icy chill ran up-and-down my spine. It sure didn't feel like Timmy and I had won, or even had gained the upper-hand on Hansen. 

I must have been staring into space because I didn't know Tim had gotten up from his chair and was standing behind me until I felt his hands on my shoulders.

"Johnny," he said in a near-whisper. "That was the most awesome thing I ever heard!"

He massaged my shoulders then kissed my cheek.

"You're trembling..." he said as he continued rubbing the knots from my shoulders and back. "I'm not scared anymore...I don't want you to be scared...you have a real knack for this sort of thing...everything's going to be all right..."

I wanted desperately to believe him-to think we had the advantage on Hansen, but I felt nagging and serious doubts in my mind. 

I prayed I hadn't overplayed my hand and simply poked and prodded a sleeping bear.

Two-hours and several erections later, I abruptly powered-down the computer and announced, "I can't take this anymore!"

When I walked by Tim on my way to the bathroom, I was sure he noticed the agitated state of my crotch. 

I splashed water on my face, brushed my teeth and took a major whiz. The room was hot; I pulled off my sweat shirt, but in the name of decency, decided to leave on the sweat pants. 

Tim followed suit and when he emerged from the bathroom yanked-off both his shirt and blue jeans. He stood beside the bed wearing only black, string bikini briefs. 

He wasn't in a hurry to get underneath the bedspread. It was almost as though he was posing for me, and I had to admit, he was one sexy boy. His undies were so small they made his 'package' appear quite big.

He turned-off the bedside lamp and slid into bed. He said nothing as he lay on his side close to me. His hand stroked my chest and he once again kissed my cheek.

"Tim," I whispered. "We shouldn't..."

His warm hand massaged my breasts and pinched my nipples into hard little points. His hot breath was in my ear. My penis once again came to life. He tilted my head and kissed me on the lips. His mouth was hungry and tasted of peppermint.

"Johnny," he whispered. "You're my hero...I'm going to thank you for what you did for us tonight..."

"We shouldn't..." is all I could say.

His hand trailed lower on my chest and belly and snaked its way beneath my sweat pants. I moaned aloud when he firmly took hold of my erection and squeezed.

I kissed him back. Our tongues danced together; our lips caressing, reveling in the soft, and moist warmth.

My hand caressed his bulge. Before I could push down his briefs he slid lower in bed and pushed the sweat pants down and off my legs. I was naked and he took my oozing cockhead into his mouth.

"Ohhhhh Timmy...I groaned as he gently pushed me onto my back.

His lips and tongue were the most wonderful things I'd ever felt but I couldn't relax; I wanted-no, I needed, to pleasure him, too.

"Timmy," I said thru a catch in my breath, "...turn around...lie beside me and let me do you, too."

He didn't move. He said, "No, this is your night..."

A strangled cry came from my throat that startled both of us.

"Pleeeeeezzzzzzzz, Timmy-PLEEEEZZZZZZZZ!!"

He suddenly turned length-wise on the mattress, and I worked his briefs off his legs and tossed them on the floor beside the bed. I gobbled-down his hard-on and massaged his balls.

That's better, I thought to myself. I was relieved. I took comfort from having his cock in my mouth. I could never just lay back and receive pleasure-no, it wasn't right-I was the one who was supposed to give men pleasure, not the other way around.

I had thought about this a million times. What the hell is my problem? Why can't I admit I deserve pleasure as much as anyone?

And it always came back to my parents. Instilling self-esteem in their children was not their strong suit. No, they made sure my brother and I were kept off-balance. 

They would scold us. What made us so selfish and arrogant to believe that we were special? That we were better than other people-more deserving than anyone else? 

My parent's made sure my brother and I were humble to the extreme of not being able to accept compliments, or the attention of others. They meant well-they just didn't know how to be parents.

Long and thick cocks are nice, but there is something to be said for being able to take an entire erection into one's mouth. There is nothing quite as exciting as feeling a man's pubic hair on your lips, chin and cheeks. 

I hoped Timmy felt the same way. Afterall, we were both the same length and thickness, and we could easily swallow each other's hard pricks.

When I began stroking the soft flesh of his buttocks, he crooked one leg to give me better access. I did the same for him.

Our fingers caressed each other's perineum; slowly teasing the ultra-sensitive skin. Back-and-forth we increased our tempo, and pleasure.

My balls were about to burst; I felt his rise in their sac. I massaged his anus; he did the same for me. When I couldn't hold out any longer, I pushed my finger inside him to the first knuckle; he pushed his finger inside me.

It was difficult holding his penis between my lips as we violently shook and thrashed about on the bed. I licked at his slit, lapping-up his semen and sperm. I thought he tasted like candy, like a purple sweet tart.

We gulped down each other's loads. Our balls had been filled to capacity and we jerked and bucked a long time. When we came to rest, we still had each other's soft pricks in our mouths. We cleaned each other then he lie beside me. 

We held each other tightly. He laid his head on my chest and immediately fell asleep. I stroked his hair and listened to his breathing.

I couldn't sleep-my mind was in overdrive. I replayed my conversation with Hansen over-and-over. Did I do the right thing, or did I put Tim and Jeffrey in great danger?

I kept hearing his threat: "I have powerful and influential friends in this community who are beholding to me...if you do or say anything that may threaten them, they will crush you boys like gnats!"

I wondered who his 'powerful friends' were, and why they would be threatened by us? This had nothing to do with anyone except Hansen.

I began to dread what we might uncover. It was now obvious to me this went way beyond Hansen making dirty videos. There was something beneath the surface here that Hansen wanted to desperately hide.

I'm not sure when I fell asleep. All I know it was a restless sleep; strange images constantly flickering about inside my mind. 

Hansen's ugly, sneering face inches from my own; his snarling and twisted mouth shouting threats and obscenities. 

I saw Denny lying in his hospital bed. Suddenly, Timmy was lying beside him. They were naked and caressing one another; I wanted to scream but words wouldn't come out of my mouth.

At one point, I felt I was being eaten alive; being devoured by a huge, wet mouth with vampire-fangs.

My eyes popped open; I didn't know where I was. The room illuminated by the morning light just enough for me to see Timmy, kneeling between my open legs; his head furiously bobbing up-and-down my hard prick.

My first instinct was to stop him. I didn't deserve this attention. 

Then a curious thought came to mind: don't be so selfish, John, he wanted to do this for you last night but you wouldn't let him-you had to have it your way. Quit being so selfish and allow him the satisfaction of doing you a favor.

He wants to do this-let him do it!!

I lay back and closed my eyes and enjoyed his wonderful mouth. When my balls erupted and my body shook and bucked he held on for dear life and swallowed every drop. 

When he cleaned me my hips twitched and jumped from his tongue licking my sensitive flesh. 

He finally looked up at me thru his beautiful eyes; he smiled and said, "Good morning!"

My body was awash in a warm glow when I saw the expression of sheer joy and contentment on his sweet and innocent face.

You know, John, I told myself, sometimes it is better to receive than to give.




Dirty Little Secret Ch. 05



We showered and shaved and decided we were hungry. 

Tim was happy, and seemed to be floating on clouds on our way to the restaurant. I was not-I constantly looked around and suspiciously searched the faces of everyone we saw. I was convinced Hansen knew where we were, and at any moment, his goons would swoop-in on us and spirit us away to some unknown location and we would never be seen or heard from again.

I usually enjoy breakfast but that was not the case today. I scarfed-down my food in record time. Tim tried to make small talk, but I was sullen and silent; my eyes darting around the restaurant.

On our walk back to the room Tim said, "John, you're freaking me out-why don't we order room service the rest of the time we're here?"

Once we were safely in our room behind a locked and bolted door I exhaled, took Timmy in my arms; we hugged.

"I—I'm sorry," I whispered to him. "I don't know what's gotten into me...we don't need room service-I'll be fine!"

But when it came time for lunch, I suggested room service and Tim smiled and said, "That's good with me."

We never left the room the remainder of our stay.

The room quickly became hot and stuffy-there was something wrong with the thermostat. Instead of calling the front desk for someone to look at it, Tim and I stripped-down to our string, bikini briefs and would work like that for the next two-days.

Once again, I had difficulty concentrating on the task at hand. All those handjobs, blowjobs and cute boys getting fucked by hard cocks took their inevitable toll on my libido. 

My balls ached for release while my hard-on threatened to burst thru my briefs and spray spunk everywhere. The front of my briefs was saturated with my excitement. I knew Tim was aware of my constant shifting about on the chair.

"Are you okay over there?" he asked me from time-to-time.

"Oh yeah—oh yeah," I'd say, "...everything is fine!"

I was embarrassed by my complete lack of self-control. I was not supposed to get excited watching these disturbing videos.

About two-hours into our work, I sensed Timmy standing beside me. He was staring at my discomfort. My briefs were powder blue and soaked with my pre-cum. He leaned down, pulled my hardness into the open, and took it in his mouth.

I weakly protested but didn't fight him. In short order, I exploded in his mouth; the tension was gone, I could concentrate on the work. I thanked him, he simply said, "Not necessary..."

Over the course of the next ten-hours, he performed this service for me three more times.

Each time he would say, "We can't have our chief investigator uncomfortable, can we?"

That night in bed it was my turn to thank him-twice! My sucking was slow and deliberate. I made sure his hips were gyrating, and his body squirming about the mattress before I allowed him to discharge into my mouth. 

Before that weekend, Tim and I had been friends due to our work, and our situations with Hansen. Since then, we have become confidants and very close friends. We have each other's total and complete trust, and more importantly, we admire and respect one another.

We had made little, if any progress finding evidence against Hansen. The evil bastard had been extremely careful to edit his voice and face out of the videos, and only have his short, fat prick included.

I had moved-on to the dvd's and at first, I didn't think I'd find anything incriminating on them either, but then I saw other men involved with the boys; men who looked familiar to me, but didn't personally know.

At one point I called Tim over and asked if he knew the man in the video I was watching.

I watched his eyes grow big as saucers then he exclaimed, "OH MY GOD-that's Brian, he was a Teacher's Aide in my freshman Trig class!"

I was momentarily confused. The man I was staring at had to be at least fifty-years-old.

"NO—NO..." Tim said excitedly. "Not the man-the boy is Brian, and that's exactly the way he looked when he was our TA!!"

We looked at the date and time stamp on the video...sure enough, they coincided with Tim's freshman year. 

I stared hard at the man who Brian was servicing. Goose-pimples broke-out on my flesh.

"GOOD GRIEF," I exclaimed. "I know that man! At least I know who he is..."

I opened a new window on my laptop and connected to the internet. I Googled "Furness Industries" and sure enough, up popped a photo of Bruce Furness, the founder and CEO...it was the same man as in the video!

We read a short bio of him: "Devout family man, and deeply religious, Mr. Furness built his company through hard work, skill and sheer determination."

"What is going on here?" Tim asked in a hushed tone. "Why would Hansen have such a damning video of someone like Furness?"

"I don't know..." I answered, "...but I think we just stumbled onto something important!"

The very next video I scanned gave me an "OH WOW!" moment. There was a different, college-age boy with a man I had once met in Hansen's office-Ed Flanders. 

Flanders owns one of the biggest and most prestigious real estate companies in town. It gave me an idea.

"Tim, are there any files that describe Hansen's real estate holdings? We know he owns at least two houses, does he own anything else?"

When the dominoes began to fall, they fell hard and fast. 

I helped Tim scour thru Hansen's finances, and well, we were blown-away to say the least. The man owned four houses, and other properties, as well. Tim studied Hansen's financial statements and discovered several hidden bank accounts.

The evil bastard was accumulating impressive amounts of money; too much money for a man whose sole job in life had been working his way up the ranks at a state university!

Tim followed the money while I fixated on the videos. They no longer excited me; sexually, that is. They were extremely exciting because faces I recognized kept appearing on the screen-Men who either owned, or were CEO's of some of the most profitable companies in town.

I became nervous for other reasons now. Was Hansen blackmailing all these men? If he was, and they were allowing it to happen, what could we possibly do to end his blackmail of three 'nobodies' like Jeffrey, Tim and myself?

"JOHNNY, LOOK AT THIS-I FOUND A LIST-COME AND LOOK AT THIS!!" Tim's loud announcement startled me.

I hurried to where Tim was scrolling thru several screens of what appeared to be Hansen's account receivables. 

I stared in awe at meticulous monthly income statements that showed Hansen receiving $2,000-a-month from five different companies or individuals. Hanson used initials instead of names, but before our very eyes were proof the evil bastard was indeed receiving monthly blackmail money.

We saw five separate initials each paying Hansen $2,000-a-month! 

On top of Hansen's $7,500-a-month salary at the university, he was also getting $10,000-a-month in blackmail monies. 

We stared hard at the initials...they were not the initials of the men I had identified in the videos.

FII...FRI...SMI...ADW...TSC...

A bell went-off in my head and I blurted-out: "FII-Furness Industries Incorporated!" 

Almost immediately Tim shouted: "FRP-Flanders Realty Partners!"

My turn again: "SMI-Sanderson Manufacturing Incorporated!"

Then Tim: "ADW-Anderson Doors & Windows!"

We were both stuck on 'TSC'. 

"No matter," I said, "...I have a few more videos to go thru-we'll find out who TSC is!"

We took a break and ordered room service: Rib-eyes, baked potatoes and salads. 

It began as a victory meal, a celebration...we spoke excitedly back-and-forth, postulating as to the connection these men could possibly have to Hansen. These men were important business leaders-Hansen was scum.

How on earth did Hansen target these men? These men not only were businessmen, but community leaders, as well. They all belonged to various civic organizations, and charities. 

"You know," Tim said. "Big shots like these guys all seem to sit on the Board of Directors for a lot of the same organizations!"

Alarm bells went off in my head. I felt the blood drain from my face. "OH NO," I exclaimed. "IT CAN'T BE..."

I rushed to my laptop and pounded on the keys.

"What is it?" asked Tim. "You look like you've seen a ghost-Johnny, what's going on?"

"Oh my God...I know what 'TSC' stands-for-this is bad, Tim, very, very bad!"

I found the photograph, stared at it for two-seconds then buried my face in my hands.

Tim stood behind me. He read the bold title above the photo aloud: "'The Family Wellness Council'...isn't that the group fighting so hard against gay rights and same-sex marriage?" he asked innocently.

I heard him gasp and suck in his breath. He hesitated before he spoke.

Finally, he softly asked me: "Johnny, the man sitting between Flanders and Sanderson...isn't that your dad?"

Then he spoke again. He was reading from the caption below the photo "...Ed Flanders, founder and owner of Flanders Realty Partners, Frederick Michaels, founder and owner of Tri-State Construction...OH...MY...GOD!!"

I quickly brought up the construction company website. A year ago, I had redesigned the site, leaving a backdoor entrance to private company information that only I could access, including the financials. I thought it may come in handy one day. Little did I know...

I searched the expense ledger for the past year. "Oh God..." I groaned.

Every month contained an entry that read simply: "Marketing/Entertainment - $2,000."

Unable to speak, I sat in mind-numbing silence staring at the numbers. I knew what I had to do, but I couldn't bring myself to do it.

There were five videos remaining I hadn't watched. I now knew what I'd see on those videos and I was sick to my stomach. A voice in my head said "Maybe you're wrong, John-maybe you won't see him." But deep down, I knew that was just wishful thinking.

My eyes were glazed-over; my hands trembled as I inserted the first video and began watching. 

So far so good, I told myself. He's not here...

I fast-forwarded and scanned the faces. Nope-not yet. I began to breathe easier. I finished the video and felt some of the tension drain from my body. I inserted another video.

Mid-way thru the second video my brain froze; I couldn't talk or think. I slowed it down to normal speed. Looked at the participants on the screen; rewound it then watched again.

I began muttering, "This can't be-this can't be-this can't be..."

I was staring at my own father sitting naked on the edge of a bed. Someone was kneeling between his legs; a boy or young man, I couldn't see his face; he had my father's cock in his mouth. My father was smiling and whispering words of encouragement to the boy.

My mind screamed: OH—MY—GOD—my father has a dirty little secret of his own!!

It was horrible but I couldn't look away. I fast-forwarded the video to the point I saw my father's body begin to shake and buck wildly on the bed; his eyes closed and his cries of joy assaulting my ears. I could actually hear the boy gulping-down my father's cum. 

I didn't know whether to laugh or cry...I thought of my father's tirades against queers and faggots; his life-long obsession with 'abnormal deviants.' 

This is incredible-simply unbelievable! I thought. 

Then came the worst part-he wasn't done yet. He stood and his cock was still pointing straight-out from his pot-belly. 

He helped the boy to his feet, faced him towards the bed, then pushed the boy over until his head and shoulders were resting on the mattress and his ass was in line with my father's erection. 

My father wasted no time. He slowly pushed his cock into the boy until he was all the way inside. Then he began his steady, un-relentless fucking of the boy's defenseless asshole.

I was totally stunned. I stared at the scene unfolding before my eyes with a morbid curiosity. 

This went beyond mere hypocrisy; my father; the pious and self-righteous, King-of-the-Homophobes had not only received a blowjob from a guy, but was still so excited afterwards, he eagerly fucked the boy in the ass! 

Here was the man who ranted-and-raved about the evils of homosexuality ramming his cock in-and-out of a boy's asshole...here was the man who forced my brother into a pray-the-gay-away 're-education camp'...here was the man who went ballistic and dis-owned me when I outed myself in front of him and my mother!

I heard the boy on the video moan; he must have loved my father's dick in his ass-he was getting close to orgasm. My ears pricked-up-I heard him moan again-who is that? I wondered. 

Suddenly the camera angle shifted from the rear to the front. The boy shouted and cried-out as his body was racked with spasms and wild gyrations.

I froze when I saw the boy's face; I began screaming too: "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO..."

I pushed myself from the desk and tumbled backwards and collapsed on the floor. I hit my head on something hard. The last thing I remembered before passing-out was the shock in Timmy's voice when he exclaimed: "OH MY GOD-ISN'T THAT LANE WITH YOUR DAD?"

When I awoke, Tim was pressing a cold, wet wash cloth on my forehead; I was lying on the floor and had one helluva headache. 

"Oh, thank God!" he exclaimed when my eyes fluttered open. "I was just about to call for an ambulance! Are you okay?"

Tears flooded my eyes as I gazed at is beautiful face. Then I said, "No, I'm not okay...things are never going to be the same again after seeing those two together!"

"Johnny," said Tim softly, "...after all the videos you watched today, and all the dirty little secrets we discovered-nothing was going to be the same anyway..."

He was right, of course. It had been our goal from the beginning to find a way to bring down Hansen any way we possibly could; and now that we uncovered his blackmail schemes, we had to focus on how to use the information we now possessed.

My father and Lane are as much victims in this as Jeffrey, Tim and me, and everyone else in those god-awful videos. Hansen has to be stopped, and we now had the means to do just that. The only question that remained was how to use the videos to our advantage. 

Tim and I soon became aware the answer to our problem was much more difficult than we'd assumed it would be. We became engaged in an intense discussion on how to proceed from this point forward. 

Hansen had edited himself out of all the videos I'd watched; the only incriminating and embarrassing evidence was against the boys and men who were actually shown in the videos. 

Yes, we had a paper-trail showing the men were paying Hansen money, but without their corroboration, we couldn't prove it was blackmail. Hansen could say they were simply business deals. 

And the men involved, the elite of the business and civic community, and five of the ten board members for 'The Family Wellness Council,' how could they possibly testify to Hansen's blackmail without exposing their lies and hypocrisy, ruining their businesses and lives, and the lives of their family members?

What started as a 'Project' to get ourselves out from under Hansen's blackmail suddenly turned into a problem with monumental consequences.

During one break in our discussion, I turned-on my cell phone to check for messages. There was a voicemail from Denny.

"John, what the hell are you guys up to?" he asked. It wasn't his normal voice; he sounded scared. "Call me as soon as you get this-I don't care how late it is-call me ASAP!"

His tone frightened me. The hair on my neck stood straight; a chill raced up-and-down my spine. I quickly called him back.

Denny answered immediately and said, "Hansen was here..." Those three words sent another chill up my spine.

He spoke in a hushed voice, I could barely hear him. He continued: "Hansen said if you don't return what you stole from him he would destroy all of us-you, me, Tim and Jeffrey...what the hell is going on? What are you guys doing?"

"Denny, listen to me, we're trying to put a stop to his blackmail-we can't go on like this-we found his videos-we found his financials-we can end this once and for all!"

Silence. Then in a small voice Denny added: "He said if you and Tim don't meet him in his office at the university Monday morning at 8 o'clock...well, every video he has of the four of us will go online..."

"Denny, we're innocent victims in all this...people will sympathize with us-not him! We can take him down!" I pleaded my case.

I heard him sigh then he said: "Johnny...I don't want to sound selfish, but...well, I know how bad this has been on you guys...and I know this has to stop...it's just that, well, the doctors say I'm going to make a full recovery-that I'll be able to play football again next season-my dream is still alive! Ever since I was a kid all I wanted was to play professional football...I can still chase that dream!"

"Denny," I said. "It doesn't matter if people see those videos-we have nothing to hide anymore-we'll get thru this together!"

I heard an exasperated "Oh Johnny, my sweet and dear, naïve Johnny" then he added: "First off, you and I are both on scholarship...did you read the terms of the scholarship?"

"Well, most of it...some of it," I admitted.

Then he said: "Did you read the 'moral turpitude' clause? It's quite broad, and forbids any activities that may reflect negatively on the university...Johnny, the moment those videos are shown across the world you and I will be expelled from school...do you know this state still has anti-sodomy laws?"

"Well, no..." I mumbled.

"Johnny, just because you and I can openly admit to our relationship now, it doesn't mean that it is a good idea...if those videos go public I'll never play football again...it's one thing to admit you're gay-it's totally different if people watch you performing sex acts that are still illegal in many states! Isn't there any other way out of this? I'm sorry for being so selfish...I'm sorry..." he said sadly.

And I was sorry, too. I was sorry I didn't consider all the ramifications of my actions. The last thing I want is to hurt other people-even the men in the videos...the lying, bold-faced hypocrites they are, if their activities were disclosed there would be severe, real-life damage to these men and their families. 

There had to be another answer-I had to think of a solution that would free those around me and not harm anyone else.

"So he wants to see us Monday morning at eight, huh?" I asked Denny unnecessarily.

"Yes," he replied. "I'm sorry...he also said to tell you to bring the copies of his files you made...I'm sorry, Johnny..."

"No, it's alright-I don't want to hurt anyone, Denny, but I'm not giving up-I'll think of something...good night."

"I love you, John," he said.

"I love you, too-hurry-up and get well!" I replied.

On our way home Sunday evening we stopped at 'GI' and retrieved the keys to the new locks Jeffrey promised would be installed. I found them in my desk drawer along with an artificial four-leaf clover Jeffrey liked to hand-out for 'good luck.' I smiled at his whimsical sense of humor.

We drove in silence the rest of the way home. I was searching for a parking place on the street when I heard Tim say, "Uh-oh."

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Johnny," he whispered. "The lights are on in the house-I know I turned them all off Friday morning-they're on in the basement, too!"

That icy chill running up my spine was becoming all-too familiar. I parked the car, turned-off the motor and sat still; trying to think of our next move.

We stared at the windows; didn't see any shadows or movement inside; and I said, "C'mon...we're going in!"

We stealthily made our way to the front door. OH SHIT-the door was open!

The door was cracked open about two-inches; we stood very still and strained to hear noises from within. Not a sound—not a peep.

I motioned for Tim to stay quiet then slowly pushed open the front door. I looked around the living room and saw nothing unusual. I carefully stepped into the room and listened-nothing. I walked deeper into the room, heard or saw nothing out of the ordinary then motioned Tim inside.




Dirty Little Secret Ch. 05



We stood motionless a full two-minutes before we decided no one was there. We moved about the room cautiously, half-expecting to be mugged at any time.

I finally relaxed and said to Tim, "Look around up here-see if anything is missing-I'm going to check the basement."

"Johnny, no..." Tim said in a panic, "...please don't leave me alone up here!"

I carefully led him thru every room to prove we were alone.

I said again, "See if anything is missing." I slowly walked to the steps leading to the basement. 

The side-door was open. I didn't hear anything from the basement and slowly made my way down the stairs.

I searched the entire basement-nothing was missing-nothing was out of place. 

I had to piss so I went into the bathroom. While relieving myself I casually glanced-up at the corner, where Hansen had installed a tiny camera; I always wondered if he got-off watching me pee.

It wasn't there-the camera was gone! When I finished I searched the rest of the basement where I knew there were cameras-they were all gone! 

I went upstairs and when I saw Timmy he pointed high-up at one corner of the room and remarked, "All the cameras have been taken out!"

We performed a thorough search of the house. Not only were the surveillance and audio devices gone, all the wiring had been pulled from the house, as well. 

Timmy gave me a puzzled look and I said to him: "He's covering his ass...now we can't accuse him of secretly video-taping us here."

I checked the front and side doors; they seemed fine-no one had broken-in. I tried the new keys, and, sure enough, the keys worked, the locks had been changed.

"Johnny, can I sleep with you tonight?" asked Tim.

"Uh, yes, of course," I answered, glad that he'd asked.

What remained unasked and unanswered was 'With new locks, how did Hansen or his thugs get into the house'?

"Have you thought of what you're going to say to him yet?" asked Tim...again.

I shot him a look of annoyance and displeasure. 

"Sorry..." he said softly.

I checked the time on my phone-8:20-the evil bastard had kept us waiting outside his office for twenty-minutes. His strategy was working: Tim was fidgeting and his voice cracked when he spoke; my hands were trembling, and I began to have grave doubts of whether I was doing the right thing or not.

When Tim asked me that question fifty-minutes ago in the car, I answered, "I'm not sure-I'm going to have to follow his lead," but deep inside everything seemed crystal clear to me; I knew what I would say; I was confidant my plan would work...now? Well, not so much...

"You gentlemen may go inside now!" said Mandy, Hansen's secretary.

Her voice startled both of us. We rose from our chairs and slowly marched towards the door to his office. 

An overpowering and palpable fear twisted the knots already formed in the pit of my belly. I glanced at Timmy-his face was whiter than the sheet we'd slept on the night before.

I took a deep breath, turned the doorknob, and did my best to change the expression on my face from nervous anxiety-to-smugly confidant. When I saw Hansen's face I knew I couldn't match the arrogant smirk that was his trademark expression.

He motioned us to sit in chairs across his oak desk from him. The cushions were so soft we both sank down, and we had to look up to see his face. It made me feel even smaller than I already felt.

He leaned forward and the smirk disappeared and was replaced with his all-too-familiar, intimidating scowl.

"I'm going to do you boys a favor and give you a pass on your disobedience on Friday...we'll just refer to it as your moment of temporary insanity...in fact, I've arranged a party tonight where you boys will more than make-up for your transgression-now give me what you stole from my house!"

I stared into his beady, cruel eyes and saw nothingness...no soul; no sign of humanity. 

My mind suddenly cleared; my trembling stopped. I was overcome with a peaceful serenity I hadn't felt in a long, long time. 

My eyes locked into his; we stared hard at one another; I was ready to challenge his supremacy over us.

"No..." I said calmly. "...you're never getting those files back...in fact, we made three sets of copies, and someone you do not know-who has no clue what's in those files-has been instructed that if he doesn't hear favorably from me by 9 o'clock-he will hand-deliver those copies to the police, newspaper and the president of the university...you no longer have ANY control over our lives-we now OWN YOU!"

I heard Timmy's breath catch in his throat as my eyes bore into Hansen's skull.

His face remained expressionless, but I watched the purple vein in his forehead begin to throb. I expected him to fly into a rage-to scream and shout and make outrageous demands, but he remained calm, even somewhat amused by my words.

After what seemed like an eternity, his facial muscles relaxed, and the smirk returned to his face as he sat back in his overstuffed chair.

"Son," he said, "...you're playing a very dangerous game here...if you really understand what's in those files, then you can fully appreciate the number of lives you'll be ruining if you do something stupid!"

"I don't intend on ruining anyone's life-if I don't have to...I'm sure we'll be able to arrive at a mutually agreeable settlement," I said to him, our eyes still locked in mortal combat.

"Did you faggots enjoy watching the videos?" he sneered. "You, especially Johnny-there are several people with starring roles you personally know, were there not? Did you jack-off while you were watching them? Or did you make Timmy your bitch for the night?"

I felt my blood pressure rise, but I steadfastly refused to look away from his demented eyes. This was getting out of control. Threats and insults accomplished nothing; it was time to press the matter-to back him into a corner.

"The clock is ticking, Hansen...it's getting awfully close to 9 o'clock!" I said with a slight smile on my determined face.

I heard him sigh...and then he blinked.

"So what type of 'settlement' are you proposing?" he asked thru clenched teeth.

My heart began racing; I was elated! I was sure we had just won the battle. 

Remain calm, John, I told myself. Concentrate! Stay focused!

"It goes without saying," I began, "...you will never have any contact whatsoever with Tim and me, and Jeffrey Garvin, as well...since that may be difficult because we live in your house-you will sell Tim and I the house, and the property it sits-on-and we will pay you the grand total of one-dollar!"

Hansen laughed and said, "That is not going to happen!"

I checked the time again and said, "It is 8:52, old man-these terms are non-negotiable!"

His face became red with rage and he sputtered, "YOU LITTLE FAGGOT! YOU DON'T KNOW WHO YOU'RE FUCKING WITH HERE!!"

I remained calm. I turned to Tim and said, "C'mon, Tim-we're leaving!"

We got to our feet and Hansen suddenly calmed down.

"Alright-okay...sit down and let's finish this...I'll sell you the house for a buck...is that it?" he asked.

"Not quite," I replied. "You blackmailed Jeffrey into giving you twenty-five percent of the stock in his company...you're going to sell it all back to him for, you guessed it-one dollar!"

His eyes were shooting daggers at me. He abruptly picked-up his telephone, dialed a number, turned away from us then spoke with someone. It was a very short conversation. 

He hung-up the phone, turned back to us and said with an evil grin on his face, "No problem...anything else?" 

"Uh, no...that's all..." I said.

I sat frozen in place thinking this was too easy. 

"Are you going to make the call?" he asked impatiently.

"Huh? What?" I asked.

"Are you going to tell your friend not to do anything foolish with the files?" he asked, then his eyes narrowed and he added, "...or have you been bluffing me?"

I fumbled with my cell phone and when he answered I said: "Everything's okay-keep the files where they are...there is no need to use them right now..."

I heard Jeffrey say, "Huh? Is that you, John? Are you with that bastard?"

Hansen was staring hard at me; I had to continue with my charade. I knew Jeffrey would figure-out what I was doing.

I said, "Yes, that's right...we worked it out-everything is going to be just fine!"

As soon as my call ended, Hansen asked me: "You got what you want-when do I get the files?"

I was surprised he asked that question.

"You told me not to do anything stupid with the files...giving them to you would be the dumbest thing I could do! We're keeping them to make sure you go thru with our deal...AND for insurance-if you ever fuck with us again the whole world will know what a perverted, evil, blackmailing son-of-a-bitch you are...C'mon Tim—let's go-being near this fuckhead makes me want to barf!"

We were half-way to the door when he said something I didn't hear. We turned and I asked "What did you say?"

He leaned back in his chair, and locked his hands behind his head. He had that big, arrogant sneer on his fat, ugly face.

"You know, I don't really own that house-you boy's just bought yourselves huge monthly mortgage payments, and sky-high property taxes-good luck with that!" he chuckled. 

Then he continued: "And you know that phone call I made? Well, I'm sure you boys are well aware of the contract Garvin Industries has with the state school districts to replace ten-thousand monitors thru-out the state the next two years...well, you can kiss that contract good-bye...I told the guy in charge of purchasing for the state to cancel the contract-and he always does what I tell him to do-he 'owes' me-if you know what I mean...Garvin Industries is going to go bankrupt-you guys are going to crash-and-burn-I'll make damn-well sure you guys never get another lucrative contract again!"

We left the room with the sound of his evil laughter ringing in our ears.

It wasn't until we were outside and well away from the building before I could breathe easy again. 

Suddenly, and rather miraculously, I heard the birds singing, saw the sun blazing overhead in a beautiful, deep-blue sky and discovered I once again had a bounce to my step. 

It felt like a hundred-pound weight had been lifted from my shoulders. A smile I couldn't control broke-out on my face and spread from ear-to-ear. I glanced at Tim expecting to see him giddy as a school boy. 

His face was expressionless; he was staring straight-ahead, he obviously wasn't feeling the same joy and jubilation that now raced thru my body and mind.

"We did it, my friend," I said to him. "That evil old man will never touch us again! We're free men and we can get-on with the rest of our lives!"

He stopped and I stood beside him. I mentioned we had an hour to kill before either of us had a class and suggested breakfast in the cafeteria.

His eyes were troubled; he slowly began to shake his head from side-to-side.

"Timmy, ding-dong the witch is dead-we have our lives back-what's wrong?" I asked.

"I-uh, didn't think it would go quite like that..." he said softly.

Frankly, I was flabbergasted by his pensive attitude. I half-expected him to being doing jumping-jacks and cartwheels.

He continued: "Johnny, don't get me wrong-you were great! I've never seen anyone think so quickly under pressure..."

After a few seconds of silence I said, "But?"

"...but what about his other victims? All those boys Hansen and the men forced into 'doing things' for them? Yes, Hansen will leave us alone, but the other boys still belong to him and those men...why didn't you insist he stop ALL his blackmailing-not just for us, but for everyone? He and those men should be in prison!"

"Tim, those men are victims, too-they're being blackmailed the same as the boys!" I argued.

He looked at me as though I was crazy.

"John, those men are adults who know what they're doing is wrong...they are hypocrites and liars...I'm sorry your father is involved, but that doesn't change the fact they should be outed and publicly humiliated for what they have done to those boys...I'm sorry I don't feel like we won a big victory...I'm not hungry, John-I have to go," he said then hurriedly walked away leaving me standing there feeling sad, and resentful.

Over the next couple weeks, Tim and I rarely spoke, and when we did it was strictly about business or the house we shared and now owned.

I had tried to explain to him the settlement I reached with Hansen was necessary; we had to solve our own problems before we could help anyone else; that if we released the videos to the police and public, we would ruin the lives of many innocent women and children. 

Besides, we had no clue how many people were under Hansen's control. That, with one phone call, he could cancel our contract with the state, was a chilling example of the power and influence he had over important people.

As far as Jeffrey and I were concerned, the problem with Hansen was at a stalemate; there was nothing we could do now so why waste our time worrying about a problem for which we had no answer?

Our immediate concern and focus was rebuilding Garvin Industries. 

As strange as this may sound, Hansen had done us a huge favor by cancelling our contract with the state; it forced Jeffrey into bankruptcy; he closed the doors and the court wiped-out his business and personal debts.

We were now free to start a new company. Isn't America great!!

There was no doubt in our minds the operating system I designed would, if not revolutionize the computer industry, would at the very least become the industry standard. We were staring at Bill Gates/Steve Jobs-type wealth and power in the very near future.

But we had a problem-for now, we were cash-poor, or, to be more exact-dead broke!

Denny had been released from the hospital and was back at the dorm. He was wearing a cast on his left leg, but the deep bruises and abrasions had fully healed. He was in good spirits, but woefully underweight; he'd lost forty-pounds while in the hospital. 

I joined him for a late lunch. I had taken it upon myself to make sure he ate properly and exercised. 

We sat side-by-side in the nearly empty cafeteria. I'd heaped a huge amount of meat and potatoes on his plate, and he was having difficulty finishing it all.

I looked around and saw that the few people there could not see me sitting against the wall. I placed my hand on Denny's bare leg below his gym shorts, and lightly rubbed his flesh. It didn't take long for him to achieve the desired effect.

He took a deep breath then asked, "Johnny, what are you doing?"

I immediately responded, "Oh my God, no...was your memory affected, too?"

I boldly grasped his erection thru the shorts and squeezed.

I leaned over and whispered, "If you're a good boy and clean your plate I will give you a special treat for dessert!"

With a gleam in his eye and a smile on his face, Denny shoveled food it into his mouth until there was nothing left on his plate. I carried our trays and plates to the dish pit while he made his way to the exit using his crutches.

He roomed with Todd the Quarterback. When we closed the door behind us Denny said, "Damn, I don't think there's enough time-he should be back here in half-an-hour!"

I chuckled and said, "Sweetie, you won't even last ten-minutes!"

I kissed him then pushed his shorts and jockstrap far enough down to free his balls and hard cock. I dropped to my knees and buried my face in the wiry hairs of his crotch. I inhaled; my head went dizzy and my prick went BOING! inside my briefs.

God, how I love his musky, manly aroma! One whiff and I lose control.

I gave him my wham-bam-thank-you-maam blowjob. After two-minutes he was ready to explode in my mouth but I gingerly pushed his balls lower to delay his climax; I wanted to hear his loud moans of pleasure.

My tongue lapped at his silky flesh as my head furiously bobbed back-and-forth on his magnificent rod of steel. His balls were heavy in my hand; I massaged them one-at-a-time as he began thrusting his cock deeper into my mouth.

My hand became a blur on his shaft; my loud slurping noises reverberated off the walls of the dorm room. 

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh...OH-JOHNNY-OH-JOHNNY—OH-JOHNNY-I-CAN'T-WAIT—I-CAN'T-WAIT-OHHHHHHH-YES-YES-YES-YES-YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS..."

He caressed my hair and cheeks as I licked him clean. My tongue and lips were coated with his sperm and semen and I decided to not eat a mint before the meeting with my father.

I was hoping to get close enough to my dad so he could smell my breath.

To say I was nervous as I drove to the Tri-State Construction headquarters would be an understatement.

"Calm down, John," I said out loud. "Everything is falling into place-after today life will be perfect!"

I had wanted to meet with my father last week, but he'd been up north negotiating a new contract. I spoke with Maggie, his personal assistant, who I'd known my whole life.

"You know, John, he's given everyone strict orders not to let you into the building...I'm sorry..." she said.

"Maggie, I only need five-minutes with him...it's very important...can you help me?" I asked her.

After a long pause, she said, "I don't know what you and your brother did, but he doesn't want your names even mentioned around here..."

"Maggie, please, I want to clear the air with him-I want a fresh start!" I lied to her.

"That would be nice-he's been a bear around here-no one can get along with him anymore!"

We made arrangements for her to be at the entrance when I arrived. She'd make sure I could get thru security.

"Oh, by the way, have you spoken with your brother lately?" she asked.

"No, not for awhile," I answered. It had been a long while.

"John," she said; her voice was sad and concerned. "He's living in a shabby hotel in a bad neighborhood...I think he's broke-I heard he's getting high every day...you need to contact him-he's a wonderful man-he shouldn't have to live like that!"

She gave me the name of the hotel. That afternoon I drove there and found him. Maggie had been right-he was a mess. I had to get him out of there and help him straighten out his life.

I called Tim from the hotel. He and I were on friendly terms at work, but that was all.

"Tim, I have a problem," I'd said.

"What is it?" he asked.

"My brother is in a bad way...he lives in a dump-his life is in shambles-he needs our help...would it be okay with you if he stays in the spare bedroom?"

Tim is a good and decent person-I knew I could count on him to do the right thing.

"John, of course-I'll get the room ready for him!"

My brother, Jim, has been living with us for about a week now.

I saw Maggie at the gate, talking with a security guard. She waved me thru and I parked the car.

On the way inside the building she said, "I told your dad he has a meeting with a contractor...I hope I don't lose my job over this..."

"He would never do that to you," I reassured her.

"I don't know-he's changed-he always seems angry now..." she said sadly.

She pressed the intercom. I heard my father say, "WHAT?"

"Your 3 o'clock is here," she replied.

She buzzed me into his office.

He didn't see me at first; his head was lowered and he was staring at papers on his desk. I laid my briefcase on the desk. 

When he looked-up his face turned purple; he was about to shout when I said, "Calm down, dad-calm down-I just want to talk, okay?"

"What the hell do you want?" he spat angrily.

"I want to talk business, dad," I said.

"Business? What the fuck does a faggot like you know about business? Why don't you turn around and get the hell out of here before I have you thrown out?" he said; his eyes narrow slits.

My hands began to tremble, but I smiled at him, trying not to show the anxiety that was raging within me. 

"Dad, we need some money...a hundred-thousand should be enough to get us through until our deal with the bank is finalized..." I said calmly.




Dirty Little Secret Ch. 05



"A HUNDRED-THOUSAND DOLLARS!! ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND, BOY??" he shouted. "GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE OR I'LL HAVE SECURITY THROW YOU OUT ON YOUR FAGGOT ASS!!

He picked-up the phone. I opened my briefcase, grabbed the seven photographs I'd brought with me, and tossed them on his desk where he could see them.

He squinted at the photos-the photos of him and Lane naked on a bed; at first, he couldn't make out what they were. I waited to speak until his eyes bugged-open and his face turned deep red.

"You don't mind giving Hansen money every month to hide your dirty little secret," I said. "Well, all I want is a one-time payment and I won't bother you again!"

He pushed his chair away from the desk and leapt to his feet. I'd never seen him so angry; my entire body began to tremble and shake, but I stood my ground. I asked myself the unthinkable: Would my own father kill me like he'd threatened in the past?

I decided the best defense was a strong offense.

"Dad, SIT DOWN! Do you want your employees to see these? I don't think so-we're going to talk about these whether you like it or not!"

"Those don't prove a thing," he said. "I've never touched a dick in my life...I'm not a cocksucker like you and your brother and I've certainly never taken it up the ass like you two queers..."

I sadly shook my head; his logic was astounding and it wasn't the first time I heard that rationale. 

Some men are so mortified by their actions they dismiss it by saying things like "Sure, that's me in the photos, but as you can clearly see-I'm not the one with a cock in my mouth or ass"-"Those boys are obviously queer, but I'm not the one on my knees or bending over!"

I have actually heard a couple men make those statements before, and nothing I could say would change their minds. I darn well knew it would be futile arguing with my dad; he was a hundred-percent convinced his actions were innocent; he would simply say 'I was just getting my rocks-off!'

"Dad, I don't really give a happy, monkey-fuck about these pictures!" I said calmly. "You can talk until you're blue in the face, but all that makes you is a hypocritical liar...I don't give a shit how you get your fun, but I do know one thing: you sure as hell don't want anyone else seeing these photos!"

He slumped in his chair; I waited for him to speak.

"So it's come down to my faggot-son blackmailing me, huh?" he said softly.

I sat in the chair across from him and pulled out more papers from my briefcase.

"Blackmail? Who said anything about blackmail?" I said. "I have a 'business' proposition for you," I smiled at him, "Your company is going to give my company a hundred-thousand dollar loan, that's all."

I saw the anger and rage drain from his face. His eyes cleared, and when he spoke he used his 'business' voice. 

He asked the question every good businessman in the world would ask, "So what's in it for me?"

By Friday afternoon, Jeffrey and I found a suitable building we could use as a temporary factory; it sat on sixty acres of undeveloped land which would be perfect for what we envisioned as our 'national headquarters.' 

It was on the outskirts of town, but it sat beside an interstate highway and was only a thirty-minute drive from the old place. We signed a short-term lease with an option to purchase the land within a year. 

Yes, we had grandiose plans, and yes again, we truly believed we would pull this off; that we would soon be a household name in software and hardware. Our patent hearing was weeks away, and we had a plan to make sure we encountered no problems.

One of the largest banks in the country was interested in financing our new company; Jeffrey and I meticulously planned, and executed a successful conference call with the executives from the bank. 

They were so impressed with our presentation, they were flying us to New York City the following Monday for what we hoped would clinch the deal. 

Friday night I took Tim and my brother, Jim, to dinner. They had seemed to hit it off as roommates, and Tim's icy demeanor towards me had thawed considerably. I think my work with Jeffrey to consummate the business deal helped Tim see me in a different light.

I think I convinced him we weren't thru with Hansen yet; that we would finish the evil bastard's demise when the opportunity presented itself, but for now, we had to concentrate on our new company; that the next few weeks would be the most important weeks of our lives.

What I left unsaid was I still hadn't figured anything out; I had no idea what to do about Hansen without destroying a whole lot of people's lives. 

It didn't hurt also that I'd gotten my brother his job back with our dad's construction company. I think that impressed Tim, as well.

"What do you think?" I asked my brother. "How'd your meeting go today? Are you going to be able to work with dad?"

I saw my brother's jaw clench; he raised his eye-brows and looked away from me. When he spoke his voice was soft and sad.

"Well...he made it very clear it wasn't his idea to hire me back...that I was pretty much on my own...he was an asshole, but he was mainly all business."

"You are a 'Project Manager' right?" I asked.

"Oh yes," he answered, "Monday morning we're breaking ground at 34th and Central for a new office building...the whole project is mine-I have to spend all weekend reviewing the plans-making sure I have everything I need..."

"Oh, that's great!" I said. 

"He did say one thing that pissed me off..."

"What's that?" I asked him.

A sad smile crossed his face then he said, "The asshole told me to concentrate on the project and not think about hard dicks all the time."

"The man is absolutely clueless, isn't he?" I remarked, smiling and shaking my head.

"Amen, brother," he chuckled.

"Johnny, I'm going to cook a nice dinner tomorrow night while Jimmy gets up to speed on his project...you're invited to join us," said Tim.

"Oh, uh, well I'm taking Denny out to dinner...we're going to Scarpacci's...he's lost so much weight I'm hoping some Italian food will help fatten him up-thanks anyway!" I said.

It was a very pleasant evening. For the first time in our lives, my brother and I connected in a way we never had before. He had always been my older brother who had his own life; separate from mine; his own secrets, his own hopes and dreams. 

Now though, we talked and acted like friends. We shared our private thoughts and laughed at our misadventures. I loved hearing his stories, and he listened when I spoke, too. 

By the end of the night, we both had a new-found respect for one another, and genuinely enjoyed each other's company. 

"Denny, what are you doing?" I giggled nervously and looked around the restaurant to see if anyone was watching us.

He wouldn't let go of me. In fact, he squeezed and stroked my erection faster and harder. If he didn't stop soon, I was going to cum in my briefs for the second time within the hour.

Thank God I wore black slacks, I'd told myself earlier. But now it wouldn't matter...if I came again, the stain would be too big and wet to hide from prying eyes.

Luckily, it was very dark in the restaurant, and we were in a booth away from the other diners. The main problem was the wait staff...they were so attentive it seemed as though someone was constantly at our table refilling our water, or bringing us more bread.

Denny finally relented, but only after they'd brought us our salads. He lifted his left-hand to his nose and sniffed at it when the server had left the table.

"Mmmmm, you smell SO good!" he exclaimed.

"Oh my God!" I said. I could feel my face flushing a deep red. "I better get you home fast before someone sprays you down with cold water!"

He laughed. It was his old, hearty, happy laugh. The laugh I hadn't heard in a long time; the laugh that made me warm and contented. I turned and smiled at him, and watched him devour the salad in record time. 

An hour ago we were sitting on his bed. I was thrilled his cock had returned to normal, that is, he would get hard at even the slightest hint of intimacy. 

I'd taken it out and stroked it for him while we kissed. His fingers found my prick inside my slacks and stroked it in time with my hand. Our kissing was intense; mouths pressed hotly together; tongues intertwined, lapping at one another.

My intention was for him to finish in my mouth, but, well, stuff happens...

"Dennis, my man-you look great! How are you feeling?" a voice interrupted my reverie.

I looked up and saw a familiar face, but I didn't know his name.

Denny's face brightened. "Allan-Hi-Haven't seen you in a long time-how have you been?"

"I'm fine," he said. "Pop wanted me to learn the business so here I am! What about you? Are you going to be on the football field in September?"

"I hope so-I'm working hard at it..." replied Denny. "Oh, you've met my friend, John, haven't you?"

"I don't think so," he said. He held out his hand and said, "I'm Allan Scarpacci, any friend of Denny's is a friend of mine!"

I smiled, shook his hand and said, "Nice to meet you, too!"

They briefly chatted, and when he left the table Denny turned and said, "I'm sure you've met him-he was on the swim team with Lane."

"He looks familiar," I said. "Maybe...maybe I met him before."

Just then our entrees arrived. 

"You know, we shouldn't be here," said Denny during the meal.

"Huh? Why is that?" I asked him.

He looked around then almost whispered, "This is one of the places the athletes are told to stay away from...this is on the 'banned list'-I should have told you that before you made the reservation, but I really like the food here."

"Why is it 'banned'?" I whispered in return.

"Doesn't the name 'Scarpacci' mean anything to you?" he asked.

I slowly shook my head.

"Well, uh," he hesitated. "...have you ever heard of 'The Scarpacci Family'?"

And suddenly the light went on inside my head.

"You don't mean THAT Scarpacci Family..."

I didn't have to finish my thought as Denny slowly nodded his head.

We were eating dessert when an older man in an expensive suit walked by our table. Denny nudged me and whispered, "THAT is Gino Scarpacci!" And I gazed in awe at our local 'Godfather.'

I experienced the same rush of adrenaline I felt the night Timmy and I went to Hansen's house. Sometimes it's fun to be bad boys-even if we really weren't.

We were flying at 36,000-feet, but my spirits were flying higher than that-I'd never felt such happiness, and relief, at the same time.

It had been a whirlwind week in New York City. Between our meetings with the financial people, and the excitement and dazzle of the city itself, I was exhausted on the flight home.

It all seemed like a dream. I had to focus to remember what had taken place; I convinced myself everything we'd done was real; yes, the executives assured us they could fast-track our patent and we would go into production within two-months; and an even more amazing YES-when we signed the final agreement that made Jeffrey, Tim and myself instant millionaires.

We hadn't so much as produced a single monitor or CPU or any type of software, but we were now three, very wealthy young men!

God Bless America!

Tim would be President of the hardware division; I would become President of the software division; and Jeffrey would oversee everything; he would be CEO of the entire corporation.

I remember smiling when Jeffrey announced the name for our company. I instantly recalled that night not so long ago when I'd made the breakthrough with the operating system-the system that would be the key to our success.

It had been very late, three-o'clock-in-the-morning to be exact when I explained my discovery to them. We had hugged and cried, knowing our lives would never be the same again.

It was with great pride I signed the contract below our corporate name. The three of us would each own thirty-two percent of the corporation; the financial group that bankrolled us would own four percent. 

The name of our company, a name that would soon become as familiar as Microsoft and Apple, was 3AMigos Incorporated. 

For years to come, whenever we were asked about the name, we fondly reminisced over the early morning beginnings of our company.

On the cab ride from the airport, Jeffrey broached a subject I hadn't considered.

"John, we have so much work to do, I'm not sure where to start...the three of us need to meet tomorrow and chart a plan."

I agreed. Then he added, "How much more can you guys learn if you and Tim stay in school? I know you want to get your degree, but is it necessary now that you'll be gaining so much real-life experience?"

I hadn't thought about it, and now that I did I could see he was absolutely right: I had already learned the advanced theories, the only thing left to study were the practical applications...and what better way to learn than running an actual business?

I felt a brief sadness in my heart. I loved school, but I also understood that for 3AMigos to succeed, we would all have to devote 100% of our time and efforts in building our company.

I shivered when I left the cab. The realization of beginning a new chapter in my life was exciting, but also rather scary. We were about to embark on an adventure in unknown and uncharted waters. It would be the challenge of a lifetime, but a challenge I knew in my heart we were more than ready to face head-on.

The house was dark save for a lone light I guessed to be Tim's bedroom. I went to the side door, unlocked it then entered the house.

My ears immediately pricked-up. I held my breath. What on earth was going on?

I heard the unmistakable sound of an object, maybe some sort of paddle, being applied to someone's buttocks. 

SMACK-SMACK-SMACK...followed by a high-pitched squeal.

"I'M SORRY DADDY-I'M SORRY I'M A FAGGOT, DADDY-PLEASE DON'T SPANK ME DADDY..."

The hair on my neck stood straight. Icy shivers raced up-and-down my spine.

OH MY GOD-HANSEN'S HERE!! HOW CAN THIS BE HAPPENING? HOW CAN THAT SON-OF-A-BITCH BE SO ARROGANT AS TO THINK HE COULD GET AWAY WITH THIS???

SMACK-SMACK-SMACK...

I was totally overcome with a fear and rage so foreign to me I couldn't think straight. I set-down my bags and crept into the kitchen. In the dark, I found the drawer with our knives. 

I took out the big butcher knife and in the dimmest of light, stealthily made my way to the source of the awful noise.

The SMACK-SMACK-SMACK grew louder and more ominous. The high-pitched screaming turned into choking sobs.

"GET ON YOUR KNEES AND SUCK MY COCK, FAGBOY!!"

"YES DADDY-I'LL OBEY YOU DADDY!!"

My hands shook violently; my head was exploding with a rage and hatred I'd never known in my life. I gripped the knife tightly-I knew I was going to use it-the time had come to put an end to that evil bastard!

From the darkened living room, I was able to spy into Timmy's bedroom. I shook my head to try and clear my eyes.

WHAT THE HELL IS THIS? My mind screamed.

Timmy was naked, sitting on the edge of the bed. Who the hell is that between his legs?

When my brain was finally able to process what my eyes were seeing, I realized my brother was on his knees slurping and sucking Tim's hard-on. 

My older brother, Jim, was wearing pink, translucent panties, and his asscheeks glowed bright red thru the sheer material.

I stood there frozen in place; I waited for my nerves to calm and my breathing to return to normal. I watched them longer than I should have. 

I quietly returned the knife to the drawer then took my bags downstairs. I stripped naked, took a piss, and decided against flushing the toilet so they wouldn't know I was home.

I lay in the darkness listening to their muted moans and groans. My hand moving furiously up-and-down my prick. When their moans turned into cries of joy, I pressed a finger to my anus and felt my balls explode. It was all I could do to keep them from hearing my orgasm.

I fell asleep not knowing how I should feel about what I had witnessed.

The next morning I was awakened by footsteps coming down the basement stairs. I recognized Tim's clomp-clomp-clomp. 

I heard him fumbling with the washing machine, and when the washer started, and he took one step up on the stairs, he must have seen me in bed.

"Johnny?" he whispered. I could tell he was surprised to see me.

I groaned and rolled over to face him.

"Oh...hi...good morning," I said thru a yawn.

"When did you get home?" he asked innocently.

It was then I remembered Jeffrey and I had been scheduled to come back tomorrow, Sunday, but we had wrapped-up our business early, and wanted to get home.

"Oh..." I said, "...it was late...I didn't want to wake-up anyone..."

"Well, uh...Jimmy and I are making breakfast-want to join us?" he asked.

"That would be great," I said with a slight smile. "After a night like that I'm always famished!"

I thought I saw Timmy blush.

On Monday, Tim and I officially quit school. Our professors were shocked, but when we explained our reasoning, they understood completely. A couple of them even hinted around for positions in our company.

In the next few weeks, life took on a momentum all its own...

*****