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A Secret Life Ch. 01

By: ingarlm



Authors note: The idea for this story came when I was writing A New Life and it features characters from that and a one scene in particular that was key to how this gets going. You don't need to have read the first story to get this one though. It's also done from two perspectives, because I like knowing both sides of any story.

This one is less of a slow burner and features more sex, but still has some plot. I hope you like it, and if you do please vote! Oh, and I promise to post the rest quickly!

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Steve

Six years. That's how long I had been working at the firm. I started straight from school, deciding to earn money to help out my mum who couldn't work and had given up most things to raise me and my sisters when our waster father buggered off. I was good with computers and spent more time online than in the real world some days. The work suited me perfectly because I got to do geeky stuff all day every day, and each evening I played rpgs or fought with and against other geeks all over the world. I was doing that before I left school, but it was a relief to find out that the hours I'd spent building and programming computers made me employable. Entry level at first but I soon learned the ropes.

I use the phrase geek advisedly. I know a lot of people don't like it, but I really couldn't think of myself as anything else. I had a better relationship with my pc than a lot of people did with their family. Not that I didn't love my family, but they couldn't take me to other worlds or absorb me for hours in a debate over Star Trek: TNG. See, I'm not only obsessed with computers, but I also love sci-fi. I never dress up, t-shirts and a pair of trousers is about the best I get, and most of the t-shirts display one or other of my obsessions. 

I looked the part too. Glasses because I couldn't get on with contacts, not horrific looking but certainly not male model material. My hair was a boring mid-brown and did exactly what it wanted whether I tried to brush it or not, so I usually didn't bother. My eyes were a nondescript hazel. I was friendly to my colleagues but preferred being online with my friends there and didn't have that many mates irl. In short, I was utterly forgettable. If you saw me in the street you'd just pass me over as another geek and no real notice would be taken. Not that I minded, I certainly didn't want to be the centre of attention, but still it would be nice to get some attention once in a while.

Work allowed me to study and gain qualifications in programming so I was able to get more and more geeky as time went by. Not so much in my behaviour, that was already as far as it could get, but I was able to enter the really exclusive discussion boards online where any normal person wouldn't have a clue. I spent time with online communities developing open source software and providing tech support to the newbies. More importantly though, my new skills got me moved to a different department and I started working with Dave.

It's not as though I hadn't met people irl that were like me, but I'd never met anyone so much like me until I was introduced to him. He had the classic geek look too, although he was really slim and his eyes and hair were darker. He kind of looked like he didn't often see the sunlight, almost gothy although he didn't dress that way or wear makeup. I was kind of envious of his look because he was much more striking than I was, and I was particularly envious of his waistline, because sitting on my backside every day hadn't done mine many favours. Not that I was huge, but you could certainly pinch an inch (or two) anywhere you cared to try. I'd like to think I was cuddly, but no-one seemed to want to.

It wasn't so much the looks that made us similar, as our interests. We loved the same sci-fi programmes, and the same authors, we listened to the same music, and we played the same online games. When he told me his gamer tag I knew it straight away – I'd played with him a load of times but never realised he was in the same town let alone in the same building most of the week. I'd even chatted to him once in a while, but there were so many people I talked to online during games I doubted we had ever said anything of any importance so as we'd have worked out we could meet. He even had a hand in most of the same development projects as I did. It was quite freaky.

That was more than three years ago, and during that time we had gone from playing online occasionally to sharing a flat and sitting in our bedrooms with the doors open so we could chat as we teamed up playing some of our favourite games. All day at work we sat beside each other doing our tasks, often working together on stuff because we discovered that two brains, especially ones wired as similarly as ours seemed to be, worked things out quicker, and then our evenings were spent either watching our favourite tv shows and films or on our computers until we got too tired to keep our eyes open any longer.

Dave knew me better than anyone else, but there was just one thing I had kept from him. For all our mutual obsessions, there was just one thing that I was obsessed with that I never let him know about. Him. 

I can't look back on it and pinpoint a moment it happened. It's not as though suddenly one day I looked at him and instead of my geeky mate he was a sex god. It's just that over the long time I had spent with him I'd gradually come to realise that what I liked about him wasn't simply that we were friends who had a lot of interests in common, it was also that I wanted him.

Like I guess every guy, and probably some girls, I had spent a good amount of my time online looking at porn. I liked the look of the female form and I used to have no problem getting off to pictures of naked women. Over time, alongside my growing attraction to Dave, I started to look at naked men and gay porn, and now it seemed to be the only thing I searched for when I wanted some hot images. 

I guessed I was either bi or gay, but since my experience to date was one drunken snog with a woman at a school leaving party, I didn't exactly have much practical knowledge to go on. By now I knew though that if there was ever a chance that someone would want to be with me I would be looking for a guy not a girl.

I wasn't looking though, because in all honesty, the only guy I wanted was Dave. The more I examined my feelings, the more I realised that I was in love with him. Which was ridiculous, and I knew it. I'd been living with him for about 18 months. Not once had he shown any sign of interest in me, or even in men in general. 

Once in a while I used his computer, and his search history always showed porn of the purely straight kind. I always made sure I deleted my searches in case he looked on my pc, and kept a couple of sites where I could ogle the men but there were always women in the pictures too. He'd think it was very weird if there wasn't any porn in my history, I was supposed to be a red-blooded male after all.

I lost count a long time ago of how many times I imagined something happening that would get us together. A drunken kiss, a particularly intense game of truth or dare, a moment when I dared to confess my desires, but they never came about in reality. I dreamt of him taking me, making me his in so many different ways. It was strange that I usually pictured him taking me given that I was the larger of us physically, but something about the idea of being filled with his cock turned me on every time I thought about it. My favourite fantasy was of him coming to my room late at night, hard and horny.

He would barely speak to me in my fantasies, just jerking back the bedsheets and taking in the sight of my naked body with a predatory smile on his face. His lust shone out in his eyes and made me hard even before he climbed on top of me and pressed me into my bed. I was his, and he knew it. He would touch and kiss me over my body, making me tremble with desire and desperate for him to take me. Sometimes it would be slow seduction, and other times he would just lift my legs and push himself inside, the hurt and the pleasure combining to have me screaming his name.

Every time I pleasured myself I imagined that it was him doing this to me. I would stroke my cock wishing it was his hand on me, and press my finger inside my ass imagining it was his hard dick making that same journey and giving me the ultimate pleasure. I usually came with his name on my lips, but I always managed to keep it to a whisper, conscious that the object of my desires was so close he could hear me if I cried it out like I wanted to. 

Sometimes I even considered it, wondering what would happen if he caught me, covered in my release with my finger still inside me giving him all the clues he would need to what I had just been doing while thinking about him, but I was too afraid he would be disgusted by me.

It was always in the back of my mind that I was going to be alone for a long time if all I ever wanted and waited for was Dave to notice me the way I noticed him now. But I couldn't seem to make the break from him. We did everything together, and if he was away visiting his family I missed him like crazy. It was better to have him close and never have anything with him than try and tear myself away. It might not be forever, and perhaps one day I wouldn't be able to take it any longer, but for now he could be my world and my hand could be my lover.

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Dave

Now and again I took stock of my life. It was nearly yet another birthday, 23 was almost upon me, and tonight seemed like a good time to open up my list from last year and find out what I had managed to achieve off my goals for the year. I had managed to get a promotion, and done a few of the things I'd challenged myself with – a bungee jump most notably, although there was no way in hell I was doing that again. I knew the one that was going to be put off again to next year. It just seemed to move across from list to list, always at the top. TELL STEVE.

When I first put that on the list, three birthdays ago, it meant 'tell Steve I'm gay'. Now it meant 'tell Steve I'm gay and I want to spend the rest of my life with him'. If it wasn't happening for the first one, I sure as hell wasn't going to tell him that. I used to figure it would come up in conversation sometime, but there never seemed to be the perfect moment, and I was fairly sure now that there never would be. How do you just drop that into a chat? 

I'd got myself too deep now, spending all my time with him, working with him and living with him. There was no way we could continue with that if he knew how I really felt, so I just kept it as my secret and hoped he would never notice the way I sometimes looked at him. I knew we were close, but it was totally non-sexual, much to the disappointment of my dick.

If I ever managed to admit to him that I liked boys he would wonder why I hadn't told him sooner. It's not like we just met. I should have mentioned it at the start, or at least before we moved into our shared flat, but like I said, there was never the perfect moment. I loved the time I spent with him and I never wanted it to end. I'd had a few brief flings before we started living together, but since then I'd been living like a monk, scared in case he caught me with a man. And I didn't want anyone else anyway. A bit of company would be nice sometimes, but at the end of the day I only wanted to be having sex if it was with him.

I kept hoping for some sign that he might be open to at least an experiment. It would probably kill our friendship if it did happen though. The number of times I thought about getting him drunk and seducing him was ridiculous, but I never dared actually do it. Truth was, I didn't want to scare him away from me. It didn't stop me imagining what it might be like though. 

Sometimes I caught him coming out of the shower with only a towel around him and the sight of his hairy chest had me heading for a shower myself so I could jerk off with the image fresh in my mind. I don't think he would believe he had a good body, but even though he didn't have a six-pack, I just wanted to cuddle up to him. I liked a little bit of padding on my men, and he had that but still some definition. I was just a weed, straight up and down and barely able to keep my trousers up without a belt.  

And his hairy chest, that just made me want to run my fingers through it for hours. The one thing that really did it for me was chest hair, and he had more than enough to make me drool. I suspected if anyone played with it he would be moaning his pleasure in no time, and I had imagined doing it often enough. I wanted to be the one that he discovered that turn on with, and pretty much every other thing I could think of that would have him coming in my hand, my mouth, or my ass. 

I had a couple of days off at the end of the week ready for my birthday, and Steve was going to join me on Friday so we could do something for the day, although since we had planned to be drinking on the Thursday night it was pretty likely half of Friday would pass by in a sleepy haze and we'd just end up watching Firefly on DVD again. He didn't know about my thing for Nathan Fillion, but there were some pretty women in it too so I could get away with lusting and it not be obvious. I was actually glad that Steve would be out of the flat for two days, not because I wanted to be away from him but because it gave me a chance to indulge my (very) guilty pleasures.

By Wednesday I was more than ready for Steve to be out of the flat for a while. I got up at my usual time so I could join him for breakfast. I enjoyed sitting there having a chat over a cup of coffee and some cereal and didn't really want to miss out on that bit of time with him even if we weren't then heading out together. Once he left I waited for about half an hour, which seemed to take forever to pass by, to make sure he wasn't coming back because he'd forgotten something. I really didn't think he'd appreciate finding me, and I definitely didn't want to get caught. 

Very rarely was I in our flat for long by myself, but when I was I took total advantage, like I was going to now. I headed from the living room back towards the bedrooms, straight into Steve's, and fell onto the bed. I wrapped myself in the duvet, smelling Steve on the covers and the pillow. It wasn't stale or sweaty, it was just the natural smell of him and it could drive me wild. 

My cock was hard already, the anticipation of being able to do this again was almost enough because the opportunity came so rarely. I inhaled deeply as I started to stroke my dick, thinking about Steve, but my fantasy Steve who came on to me, or responded to my unspoken desires. 

I had already raided his laundry basket and put a couple of pairs of boxers ready for me. I really was desperate, and he had no idea that he regularly lost his underwear to me until I could exchange it for a fresh pair full of his scent. One pair went to my face so I could breathe him in, and the other to my cock to catch my release when it came. Being surrounded by the smell of the man I needed so badly meant it didn't take long. 

I pictured myself playing with Steve, licking at his face and neck and kissing him hard whenever I could, before I pushed him down my body. I gave my nipples a few tweaks as I thought about him sucking and nibbling at them. My movements and my thoughts together made pleasure shoot down to my cock and I started stroking harder and faster, keeping my fantasy going as he moved down over my chest, my stomach, and eventually to my leaking dick. I moaned loudly at the thought of his hand caressing my balls and shaft.

Fantasy Steve had only just started to lick at my cock head and I was shooting my load, groaning out loud as I did so. I lay for a while longer, imagining being curled up with him after the main event. I might be doing a pretty sad thing, but it wasn't just that I wanted sex, I wanted everything with him. I had to work hard to fight the urge to fall asleep in the little cocoon I wanted to believe was the real him. I wanted to be in his bed all the time, and with him there to do all these things in the real world.

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Steve

Wednesday being at work without Dave was really odd. I was so used to him being beside me all day I didn't quite know what to do with myself. Even the work I had to do wasn't going really fast without his input, and I had no-one really to talk to because the others were busy. My other colleagues in our team, Greg and Simon, weren't even around much because they were working on some big presentation of the project they had been working on. It was quiet, and I felt kind of lonely without my buddy even though the building was full of people. I couldn't wait to get home and back to him. Even better, when I got home he'd been so bored he'd done all my laundry and cooked. He looked a bit embarrassed when I thanked him for sorting out my crusty sheets.

Thursday was a little better, partly because I was more used to it then, but probably more because I was looking forward to a night starting the birthday celebrations, followed by a three day weekend. By mid-afternoon though I just wanted to get out of there. I was stuck on something that was doing my head in too, and I knew if Dave was there he'd have known just what I was doing wrong in minutes. In his absence I needed to find Simon because he was the only other person I knew who could deal with this code easily. I figured he would still be in the meeting room with Greg setting up since the presentation was tomorrow.

It never occurred to me to knock, so I walked straight in and stopped dead in my tracks as the scene unfolded. Greg and Simon were so engrossed in each other they didn't even notice my presence for a moment, and it was a moment that seemed etched on my retinas afterwards. Greg's arms were around Simon, one hand in his hair as Simon's head leaned back for the intense kiss they were involved in. Greg's other hand was in the small of Simon's back holding him close but not tight. 

The air seemed thick with lust and passion, but then I was forgetting to breathe. I had never seen such an intense sight, or such a private moment between two people. In porn movies there's often little or no preamble, but this was a promise, and an indication of so much more between them. I was getting hard just at the sight, and I couldn't help imagining Dave and I in a similar situation. The sigh I let out at that thought made them notice me, and they hurriedly pulled apart.

'Sorry.' I somehow managed to get out. 'I just needed some help for five minutes but you're busy, so...' My voice tailed off. Why did I mention them being busy? Idiot.

Simon looked worried. 'Look, um, we shouldn't have been doing that here. We'd appreciate it if you'd keep it to yourself.'

I nodded. 'Don't worry. I haven't got any problem with it, I was just really surprised. Are you two, err..' I wasn't doing very well on stringing a sentence together.

I saw the two of them share a look and smile at each other. Clearly the answer was yes, and their happiness shone out. I had another wistful moment wanting that sort of connection for myself.

Greg confirmed what I had already seen. 'Yes, we're dating. But we aren't sure that some people here will receive it well so we've kept it to ourselves.'

'Like I said, I've got no problem, and I won't say anything. But you might want to cut out the major snogfests in the office. You might not be so lucky with who walks in on you next time!' I grinned, and they smiled but looked a bit embarrassed. I was glad for the cover of humour because their display made me want to rush home right now and persuade Dave he wanted me too. 'I'll leave you to get back to the presentation.'


A Secret Life Ch. 01



I headed out of the room and took a deep breath. Dear lord, please let that happen to me just once in my life. A kiss that could make me weak at the knees and probably want to drop to them as well. Maybe, just maybe, this episode would give me an opening with Dave to at least have a conversation, sound him out. Not tell him I was in love with him, but at least see what he thought.

By the time I had got home I realised I wasn't going to have that conversation without some beer in me. Amazing what inhibitions alcohol destroys. Maybe even the one that stopped me kissing Dave and seeing how he reacted. I could blame it on the drink next day, or seeing that kiss, and perhaps things wouldn't be weird. But I would still be mortified if he pushed me away. Right now I could always just hope that something might happen eventually, the reality that it wouldn't might be too hard to take.

When I got home I found Dave had cooked again, and it was my favourite macaroni cheese. I moaned appreciatively at the creamy cheese sauce as I took my first mouthful. I know he liked the fact that I loved the food he made, and he blushed at the sound I made. We had a couple of beers at home and then headed down to our local to meet a few friends, but it was pretty quiet for them as most had to work the next day. 

I didn't have an opportunity to speak to him alone while we were out like that, but he must have noticed I was a bit quiet and distracted because he looked at me oddly a couple of times. I still couldn't get the kiss I saw out of my head. Now that I had a bit more time to think about it, the fact that Simon and Greg were gay and I had no idea was also a bit odd. Simon was fairly new, but I'd been working with Greg as long as with Dave and it never even crossed my mind.

By the time Dave was ready to head back to our flat I had no idea how much I had drunk. As I stood up I instantly felt it and I wobbled over to him, smiling like a complete muppet. He smiled back, amused at my lack of co-ordination I guess. I resisted the urge to kiss him right then, and just slung my arm around his shoulder for support. I don't quite know how, but despite me being a lot bigger than him he could certainly hold his drink better. He put his arm around my waist and steered me out of the pub and towards home. 

I was definitely horny now, and kept running through my head ways of starting a conversation with him. Being this close, especially after today, was making matters worse and the combination of his body against mine making me tremble and my drunkenness making the world a bit wobbly meant I couldn't concentrate on much apart from putting one foot in front of the other. At one point I stumbled and I gasped as he held me tighter to keep me from falling. His body was so warm and fitted so well against mine. 

It must have taken us twice as long as usual to get home from the pub because I could not walk in a straight line, and Dave had to keep pulling me towards him so I would go the right way. Each time he did it my excitement at his closeness built. I was drunk enough that I stopped thinking about the bad things that might happen and just wanted to jump him to see what happened. 

Thankfully before I could follow through on that thought we got home and he dumped me on the sofa and headed to make coffee. My side still felt warm from his body but I missed the connection the moment he untangled himself from me. I tried to follow him to the kitchen but couldn't seem to stand, so I just sat on the sofa and giggled until he returned with a mug full of coffee and sat next to me, not close enough for my liking right then, there was air between us. 

'What's with you tonight?' he asked. 'You've been quiet, and got way more pissed than usual.'

My drunken brain saw the opening I wanted. 'Odd day. You'll never guess what I walked in on at work.'

He looked like he was thinking about it, but didn't have a serious answer. 'Aliens have landed and taken over the boss's body?'

I went to give him a half-hearted punch in the arm, but missed. 'No, really happened, not a sci-fi plot. Although I'm still having trouble believing it and perhaps body-snatching was involved.' I giggled, and watched Dave raise his eyebrows, I think at having weird conversations with his drunken mate.

'So you saw someone snogging?' he said, not seeming all that interested. 

I thought about it for a moment and replied in a serious and sober voice that surprised even me. 'They weren't 'snogging'. It was the most intense and passionate kiss I think I've ever seen.'

He looked slightly amused at my reply. 'So your weird behaviour is mostly being horny after getting a live porn preview?'

I went red and he saw it because he started laughing. 'I'm not horny,' I muttered, but not wanting to look him in the eye while I said it in case my eyes betrayed me.

'Looks like you are to me,' he replied, and sweet jesus, he glanced at my crotch when he said it, didn't he? 'The girl must have been really hot.'

This time I did look straight at him because I wanted to see the reaction. 'There wasn't a girl there.'

The look was stunned. It took him a moment to recover, but he didn't ask what I hoped he might given that he must have seen my cock was rising at the memory. 'Who? There's no-one out at work that I know of.'

I felt smug now, and relieved that I wasn't the only one being so dense either. 'Greg and Simon.'

He managed to look even more stunned. 'What? Really? As in Greg and Simon in our team?' I nodded to confirm. 'I had no idea.' he trailed off as he said that, clearly thinking about something, probably working out what he'd not noticed.

'Me neither. It's made me wonder how thick I really am when it comes to these things. Perhaps I need to re-evaluate everyone I know in case I've missed it.

He went silent for a long moment. I thought I might have pushed this too far for him to be comfortable, and I wasn't quite sure whether to tell him then or leave it now I had laid some groundwork. Then he raised his head and looked me straight in the eyes as he said quietly, 

'You should start with me.'

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A Secret Life Ch. 02



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Dave

Steve was acting strangely all night. I made his favourite dinner just so I could hear him moan when he ate it, and he didn't disappoint me. It's not the way I'd like to make him moan, but still has an effect on my body. I had to take my small pleasures where I could find them. Even in the pub he was quiet and as I chatted to our other mates he just sat getting more and more drunk. I ended up having to steer him home and it took a lot for me to let him go when we finally got back to the flat. I loved having his arm around me and mine around him, even if it was only so he didn't walk into the road or a tree as he weaved across the pavement. I'd have a nice recollection for my wank later.

When he started to tell me what was up with him I figured it would be something pretty dull. Nothing that exciting ever happened at work, but his reaction as he told me what he'd seen was starting to be obvious. I couldn't help looking at his crotch or noticing that he was getting hard. I yearned to touch it, but taking advantage of a drunken friend did not seem appropriate. Then he dropped the bombshell that he'd seen two guys going at it, and the way he described the kiss, well, it was almost wistful. And I had no idea that either Greg or Simon was gay. And then he gave me the opening for what I'd been wanting to tell him for years, and before I could think about it I had spoken. Perhaps I was a bit drunker than I thought.

'Huh?' and an expression of confusion was what I got. Now I'd started to say it and he obviously wasn't freaked by what he'd seen, I had to make it clear. I took another deep breath.

'I'm gay Steve. I'm sorry I haven't told you before. I kept thinking I'd find the right moment and didn't.'

I was intent on his face looking for his reaction, and I was holding my breath waiting for his response. He didn't look angry, which was a very good sign. He just looked more confused, even though I had spelled it out.

'You're gay?' I nodded. 'How long have...?'

He tailed off so I wasn't sure entirely what the question was going to be. 'I always have been. I've always wanted guys, since I was old enough to think about that stuff.' He was clearly thinking hard processing the new information, but still didn't look angry or horrified. 'Aren't you upset I didn't tell you sooner?' I had to know what he thought now. I wasn't planning on dropping any other bombshells on him though, and my thoughts and dreams about him were going to stay secret.

He just sat there for what seemed like forever. He wasn't running away, but I was on tenterhooks waiting for his reaction.

'No, I'm not upset.' He finally said, looking at me again but with a strange look in his eyes that I couldn't place. He gave me a small smile before continuing. 'How can I be when I've not told you either. I think I'm gay too.'

It was my turn to look completely confused. 'You think?'

He looked embarrassed and wouldn't look me in the eye. 'You know I don't have a lot of practical experience. But what I look for on the net and what I imagine in my head when I'm, well, you know -- it's boys, not girls.'

We just sat and looked at each other for a long moment. This was a pretty strange end to the evening. My body and my brain were warring over whether to make a move on him while he looked so vulnerable, or keep calm because this new information did not mean he was into me specifically. I wanted him so much more now though. The idea of deflowering my flatmate as he screamed my name in pleasure floated into my mind and my cock made its feelings on the subject pretty obvious. I hoped he wouldn't look down, but fortunately he didn't seem aware of my growing problem, and seemed more intent on calming himself down.

I tried to help with that. 'I reckon that's pretty definite. Although the practical might not be quite what you imagine.'

'I've seen plenty of gay porn Dave, I'm not naïve, and it certainly turns me on.'

'How? When? There's nothing but straight porn on your computer.'

He grinned at me. 'I always deleted my searches. Kept a few with cute guys doing the girls in case of emergency. I could always imagine it was me on the receiving end.' He went red again. My image of deflowering him came back with a vengance, but I was amused.

'It didn't occur to me that you did that too! I know the sites I like but I clear my history when I've been to them just in case you ever look on my pc.' 

He laughed, but then looked at me intently. 'What sites?'

It was my turn to go a bit red, but I reeled off a couple of my favourites. He looked at me strangely for a moment but smiled. 'You like bears?' he asked, almost coyly.

Jesus, he really had been looking at gay sites if he knew what sort of men I would see on them. I went redder and couldn't look at him. Another admission slipped out before I really knew what I was saying. 'I like hairy chests.'

His expression flitted rapidly and I couldn't work out what he was thinking. Why had I told him that? He looked suddenly determined, and then did the last thing I was expecting. He moved and stripped off his shirt. I couldn't help watching as he lifted it slowly up his chest and over his head, almost as though he was deliberately stripping for me. Which surely he must be after what I just said? His eyes went to my face once his top was out of the way and he saw my reaction. 

I know there was desire in my eyes as I stared at the glorious sight, and I heard myself moan softly. I licked my lips and his eyes followed the movement, coming back to mine after a moment and with a look in his eyes that seemed to say he liked what he saw too. I had the sudden realisation that my dream man was half naked and at least half hard in front of me, before I noticed that he was leaning towards me. Almost in slow motion he approached me, his eyes closing as he did so, and our lips touched so softly I thought for one second I was imagining it. 

Before my brain could process the feeling of him touching me, my body had reacted. I shivered with pleasure, my cock went from pretty hard to solid as a rock, and my hand moved instantly to the back of his head to gently bring him closer to me. I couldn't seem to stop myself deepening the kiss and to my delight he didn't back away at all, he joined me in it, tongues soon probing each other's mouths. 

God he tasted sweet, and I could do this for hours. Almost at the same moment we both moved closer so we were touching again, and I could no longer resist the desire to run my fingers through the hair on his chest. The movement of my hand through his hair and over his skin made him moan immediately. And it was so much deeper and more sensual than any moan I'd ever got from him with my cooking.

I pressed as much of my body as I could towards his, still stroking through the soft hair. He broke away from the kiss to get his breath back, but put his arms around me and lifted me as he fell backwards. In an instant I was lying on top of him, his body flat on the sofa but his head slightly raised on the arm. I wriggled up his torso so I could get back to kissing him, and my rock hard cock met his through our clothes. There was a joint gasp for breath as a new sensation joined all the other pleasant ones. 

It was suddenly my dream Steve, and not what I had always thought was the real one, who was beneath me moaning softly as I continued to stroke his chest and kiss him needily, and his arms were around me stopping me getting away even if I had wanted to, and I couldn't think of any reason why I would. Maybe if the house was on fire, but even then I'd probably think about it first, and if anything was likely to catch fire here it would be the sofa from the heat from our writhing bodies and passionate kisses. 

I have no idea how long the kissing went on for. I just know I didn't want it to stop. When we had to draw back for breath our hands were still on each other, and we shared little pecks of kisses which were almost as nice as the full-on ones, for the variety and for keeping the connection between us. Here was much of what I had dreamed about, at least stage one of it, and it might never happen again. 

That thought made itself much more plain when Steve's hands wandered first up under my t-shirt and then down onto my ass. I groaned in pleasure, but my passion-fogged brain suddenly started to work again, and frankly was working against everything that was going on in my body. I remembered that Steve was drunk, and all my worst fears about the morning after started to surface. Whenever I had considered getting him drunk and seducing him I had always imagined it ending badly when he sobered up. It might even be worse given that Steve had started this.

I knew I was far more sober than he was, and knew what I was doing. And as much as it was what I wanted, I couldn't let him do something he might regret tomorrow. It took every last speck of my willpower to pull back from him and sit up again. I took a few deep breaths to calm myself because every fibre of me was shaking with lust and need.

I looked back at Steve and the sight nearly had me jumping back onto his body. He was still half-naked and his chest hair was slightly matted with the rubbing and our sweat. His lips were full and had clearly been thoroughly kissed, and there was a massive tent in his trousers that evidenced his arousal. His eyes, though still rather glazed, started to show confusion and then he looked annoyed at me.

'Where are you going?'

He was drunk and horny and I knew he wasn't going to like this. 'I just needed to calm down. Calm us both down. I don't want to get too carried away when we are both drunk.'

'You mean when I'm drunk, in case you are taking advantage of me. You aren't. Come back here.' he said, patting his chest and even running his own fingers through his chest hair to tempt me. Damn nearly worked as well.

'I can't. As much as I was enjoying that, I don't do drunken sex and neither should you. When you're sober tomorrow we can talk about it.'

He was clearly not happy with my idea at all. 'You think I'll sober up in the morning and be horrified at what we've been doing.' I shook my head, but his face said he didn't believe me. 'You're wrong. Tomorrow I'll be glad I finally managed to say something and amazed that this happened, and I won't regret it.' His face showed determination.

'I'm not going to regret it either. But I might if I let things go further when neither of us is sober. Let's go to bed, and tomorrow we can sort this out properly.'

I finally relaxed when he agreed and started to try and stand. I ended up having to give him a hand and the electricity shot through me, and by the looks of things also through him as we touched. I managed to avoid him when he leaned towards me again, clearly going for another kiss, and dived out of the room to head to the bathroom and quickly brush my teeth. I passed him again on the way back to my room and he gave me a grin as I said goodnight. I couldn't help but notice he was still erect, as was I, or that he was leaning against the wall for support. I had no idea how he could claim he truly knew what he was doing if he was that pissed he couldn't stand up straight.

I got into bed, naked as usual and my cock was in my hand before I knew it. I wanted to try and work out what had just happened and how, but I was too turned on to do any thinking or sleeping. I stroked myself gently for a moment, glad of some actual stimulation after the indirect torment of being pressed against Steve's hot body. I heard the toilet flush and him staggering back down the corridor towards his room. Suddenly I froze as the door to my room was swung wide open, and Steve headed towards my bed, undoing his trousers on the way. I watched intently as he pushed them down and tried to shut my eyes so as not to see the bulge in his underwear, but I couldn't make myself. 

'Steve, what are you doing?' I asked, slightly panicked.

'You said we should go to bed.' He replied firmly.

'I didn't mean together.'

He just grinned at me again and flung back the covers, revealing that I still had my very hard dick in my hand. His eyes went straight to it and stayed there, much to my embarassment.

I thought I heard a soft moan before he spoke. 'Good idea.' he said.

I still couldn't seem to move, but it was my turn to stare when he lifted the waistband of his tight boxers and pushed them down to the floor. His cock was practically pointing to the ceiling it was so hard. It was also huge. I had an impressive nearly 8 inches, his was longer and certainly wider, and I could see the tip glistening with precum. Without any conscious thought I licked my lips. I so wanted to taste him and hold his hardness in my mouth so I could play with it. It was probably a good thing I still couldn't move. I could barely breathe as he settled down on the bed beside me, not touching me but I could still feel the heat from his body. 

I moaned out loud when his hand moved to his cock and he started to stroke himself, and my own hand started moving again automatically. I don't know what he was looking at, but I couldn't take my eyes off the motion of his hand and the glorious cock it surrounded. It seemed like only a matter of seconds before I knew I was going to shoot. After an evening of heavy petting and now with the sight of Steve lying naked beside me and pleasuring himself I couldn't last any longer. I cried out as I came, and was amazed as I heard the first shot hit the headboard above me. I felt cum fall on my face and chest, and opened my eyes again just in time to see Steve do the same. I watched as his cock pulsed and moaned as he covered himself in his own cum, shocked when he cried my name as he did so.

He didn't say anything afterwards, but I heard his breathing slow from his frantic pants as he came back to normal. I wasn't sure I would ever breathe normally again, and now that the edge had been taken off my lust I couldn't stop wondering how this had happened and what would change. Was Steve really so drunk he had no idea what he was doing, because despite his virginity he had become the confident one with what we were doing, and I had been the one who stopped it. And he had come and got into my bed, respecting that I had asked not to pursue this while we were drunk but not wanting us to leave it there. And he said my name at the moment of his climax. I didn't want to go to sleep but I needed to know what the day would bring after all that had happened.

I caught my breath again as Steve leaned over and wiped us down with a towel. My cock even twitched again, but I was now drunk, tired, and sated. I was still very nervous at having him in my bed with me, but he seemed unworried as he pulled the duvet over us and my body to his. The remembrance of being in his bed dreaming he was there with me came into my mind and I relaxed into him as I fell asleep, hoping desperately that I would not be disappointed when we woke.

* * * * * * 

Steve

I came to early in the morning and I couldn't wipe the grin off my face when I remembered why I was in Dave's bed rather than my own. Last night had been eventful to say the least, and I could never have anticipated things going so well. I guess I did respect Dave not wanting us to go all the way last night when I was drunk, but I hoped that enough had been done and said that we couldn't go back and we would both want to take things forward. He had certainly been enthusiastic, and the look he had on his face when I took my shirt off, intending to tease him, had been far too much for me to be able to stop kissing him, and my delight when he took the kiss far further had been immense. I'd felt the need to sleep with him even if nothing else was going to happen, but seeing that he had already started to amuse himself gave me the perfect plan.

All I hoped I needed to do now was convince him that last night was not just me being drunk and horny, and that I really wanted him. At least now I knew he was gay, and we had had that conversation, although what I felt about him -- perhaps I would have to show him rather than tell him. He was still asleep, curled up against my side with his head on my chest and his legs tangled with mine. I felt my heart swell in my chest as I watched him breathing and the desire to hold and protect him forever came into my mind. His hair was a mess and his lips still swollen from our kisses, and he was drooling slightly onto me, but he had never looked more beautiful.

As I felt him stir and start to wake up I instinctively tightened my arms around him to stop him moving away. He tried to roll away the moment he became aware that he was pressed against my body. I don't know if he instantly knew it was me but his eyes came up to my face when he realised he couldn't move far. He looked nervous, and I hoped it was only his concern that I might regret what had happened, rather than him regretting it himself. 

I smiled at him and he did return it. Neither of us seemed to know what to say, but he didn't try and move away any more and I continued to hold him. We kept staring into each other's eyes, probably both waiting for some move from the other. I eventually decided to break the stalemate, and lifted my head so I could kiss his forehead. I couldn't reach his lips, but I made the kiss as tender as I could to try and allay any concerns he might have. 

'Morning gorgeous.' I whispered. His confused look in response made me smile. 'I'm Steve, remember.'

He pulled a face at me. 'I remember. But the Steve I know doesn't end up naked in my bed.'

'I've wanted to for a long time.' I replied.

I wish I could have read his thoughts then because it took him ages to reply and I began to get scared that he would tell me it wouldn't be happening again. 'Are you serious Steve? I don't think that we can go back to how we were before last night, and to be honest I don't want to because I've wanted this for a long time as well. But I can't just be here to scratch an itch for you. I need....' he tailed off and took a deep breath before continuing. 'I need a relationship, or at least that we try. You're my best friend, and I think too much of you for us to just have a shag and that be it.'

I kissed his forehead again, wishing he would move so I could kiss him properly. 'I did get you a couple of games for your birthday, but I can definitely give you a boyfriend as well.' His grin seemed to spread right across his face. 'And, seeing as we are naked in bed already, perhaps we can find some other games to play together too...' 

I winked at him as I finished talking and he finally moved, right on top of me like he had been last night, but this time there were no clothes between us and every part of my body that was connected to part of his seemed to be on fire. There was no preamble with the kisses this time, he was straight to intense and deep and we both moaned. We were both hard and our cocks pressed side by side between our bodies which was probably the best feeling I could have, or at least I thought it was until he started to rub his crotch up and down against mine, rubbing the hard flesh between us as he went. 

I became aware that I was mirroring his movements so that we were dry humping each other, each trying to find our pleasure. As the motion sped up I realised that last night hadn't taken the edge off for me and I was about to come again. I kissed him even deeper and felt him stiffen in my arms as we came together, our cocks pulsing almost in time as the warm cum spread between our bodies. It was a weird feeling, but one I really enjoyed.

After we had both come we continued the kisses but with less intensity because we were both coming down from our orgasms. I wanted to let him know how good even just that had been, but since he had clearly enjoyed it too and my brain was too fogged with the aftermath I couldn't come up with any words. I just kissed him harder and harder as I recovered, and felt both our cocks begin to stir despite what had just happened. Finally Dave pulled himself back from me and propped himself up on his elbows a little, just looking at me for a moment. I started to feel uncomfortable under his scrutiny, wondering what was on his mind.




A Secret Life Ch. 02



'Sorry. I just can't quite believe this. I keep thinking I'm going to wake up and it will all be a dream.' he said, finally.

I chuckled. 'If it is a dream it's the best one I've had in a long time! And I've had plenty of dreams about us getting together.'

'Really? I had no idea you were at all interested in me. I'd have made a move if I had, I've been so frustrated thinking you were straight and I'd just have to settle for having you around even if I could never actually have you.'

'I didn't know either. I guess that makes us both particularly dense. I'll have to thank Greg and Simon on Monday then, they have no idea how much that kiss is responsible for! I clearly have dreadful gaydar, because that's three guys in 24 hours I have had to revise my assumptions about. I have to say though, I'm really happy you were one of them!'

He kissed me hard in response, which pretty much said that he was glad too. He finally pulled back and rolled off me, the release we had both had earlier was smeared over our chests and stomachs, and was stuck in my chest hair. I couldn't resist scooping some up on my finger and tasting the mixture of our essences. I heard Dave moan as he saw me doing it, and his bright eyes flared with lust when I looked at him.

He grabbed my hand and pulled me out of bed. 'We need a shower.' That was all he said but I willingly followed him down the hallway and waited while he turned it on and waited for the water to warm up. I had never realised before, but our shower cubicle could almost have been made for two. There would certainly be plenty of room, although I doubted I would want to be far away from him anyway. I moved right up against him as I followed him into the shower, trying to get at least some of me under the spray. 

He turned towards me and pressed us together again, taking some shower gel in his hands and starting to soap across my shoulders and down my back. I took my cue from him and started to do the same, massaging his neck and back as I moved gradually downwards. I could tell from the way we were pressed together that this was starting to have an effect on both of us. I wondered how many times in one day it was possible to come, and hoped I would get to find out.

When his hands moved onto my arse I started to tremble. No-one had ever touched me there. Well, to be honest, no-one had ever touched me most places, but I had no idea that just having his hands on my buttocks would be so arousing. I went to full staff pretty quickly as he circled his hands around and then down into my crack. His fingers moving softly over my entrance made me gasp and I stopped soaping him as I grabbed for the wall to hold myself up against something solid. 

He smiled at me, and I smiled to reassure him. As far as I was concerned he could do anything to me, and if he turned me round and tried to stick his cock in me now I wouldn't object. I did hope however that he would build up to that one. I had played with my own ass and I knew that it could be good, but I also knew it took a bit of time for anything large to feel pleasurable.

He started to turn me so I was facing the wall, and I was wrong with my previous thoughts because I started to panic that he was just going to take me, and I resisted. I heard his voice soft in my ear, reassuring me.

'I'm not going to hurt you. Just let me touch you, please.'

There was such need in his voice and his eyes that I turned to let him do whatever he wanted. I did trust him, I was just a little scared at the idea of losing my virginity, especially to the man I had wanted for so long. 

I felt his hands back on my shoulders, retracing his steps from earlier to make sure I was relaxed. As he moved down I felt myself shaking and I wasn't entirely sure if it was nerves or because I was so turned on. His hands bypassed my ass this time and he moved right down and started cleaning my feet and working his way up my legs. As he moved higher and higher I became more certain that the shaking was down to my arousal rather than anything negative. I spread my legs almost without thinking, and my reward was his mouth starting to follow his hands up my inner thighs, starting at the knee. Each kiss was featherlight but made my cock leap and my moans increased in volume. I wouldn't have been able to form a word if I'd had to. 

As his hands reached my sack I felt a jolt of electricity run through my body. Somehow I spread my legs even further, and I thought I could hear him moan when I did it. It might just have been me again though. I managed to make my position better though because now my feet were against the edges of the cubicle and I was more supported. My knees still nearly buckled under me when his lips finally reached my crotch and I was assailed with the joint sensations of his tongue licking the back of my balls towards my ass, and his hand moving to my cock. 

He held me gently, starting to soap my dick clean but using the up and down motion of wanking so that I started to leak. He cleaned my balls and cock with his hands for a minute and I was loving every moment, each sound I made becoming more and more wanton. I wanted to spread my legs even further for him but it was impossible in this confined space, so I settled for moving my feet back so I could lean forward a little and push my arse out towards him. 

This seemed to be some sort of unwritten invitation to him because the next thing he did made me scream in pleasure. His tongue licked right across my hole. I had no idea the skin there was so sensitive to touch, not having spent that much time just touching myself there. My reaction was clearly enough to encourage him further because he focussed his attention solely on that area and I moaned incoherently as he tongued across and eventually just inside my hole. How long he did that for I had no idea, but it felt amazing. The only thing I wasn't sure I could cope with was that I was getting closer and closer to orgasm but I didn't think I could reach it like this, and I really needed to come now. The pleasure was getting too intense, and I needed a release. 

I was trying to gather a rational thought to try and beg him to finish me off when he suddenly moved. His head was off my ass and I groaned at the sudden lack of contact, then groaned again when his head ducked between my legs and he was sucking my cock into his mouth. It was so warm and soft, and his tongue teased at the head. I had never experienced anything like this and now I knew why the men in the porn films seemed to enjoy having their cocks sucked so much, I could take this for hours. Well, I couldn't really, because I was going to come again, and come hard, very soon. 

His final action finished me off. I felt one soapy finger slip inside my channel and it was my undoing. I came so hard I practically forced my cock right down Dave's throat, and he withdrew as far as he could, but the wall stopped him coming totally off me. I don't know how many times I shot because I was focussed on the stars shooting in my mind, the lights almost blinding in their intensity.

I slumped to the floor a moment later, unable to hold myself upright. I think Dave must have helped me down because I ended up with my back to the wall and without hitting my head or anything else on the way down. Every part of me had turned to jelly and I just sat there, dimly aware of the water falling on me and the presence of Dave who was gently stroking my hair. I was probably there for five minutes or so before any ability to move returned and I was able to look up at him. 

I wanted to thank him, but I couldn't find enough words to tell him how amazing that had been. When I managed to look at him he smiled at me tenderly and I felt my heart jump in my chest at being the focus of his love. Well, it certainly looked like that, even if I wasn't going to use that word out loud just yet. I managed to give him a shaky smile in return, and even if I wasn't capable of doing anything else for the time being, I still appreciated the view of him soaping himself down slowly, and I moaned when he started to clean his own hard dick. 

He grinned at me. 'I'm nearly done here. I'll help you up in a moment.'

I just nodded. I still couldn't find the words, but at least the fact he had rendered me incoherent and unable to move should be a good indication I had enjoyed myself. I stayed focussed on his hand and his cock, fascinated by the movement and the fact that I was seeing all of him for the first time. I must have been on autopilot, because if I'd thought about it I would have been sure I still couldn't move, but suddenly I was on my knees and heading towards his cock. I badly wanted to touch it and taste it. 

My tongue flicked out and I tasted a combination of the shower gel and the precum that had formed there. I might never have sucked a real cock, but I'd seen plenty of it. However, no amount of preparation could have let me know how amazing it was to feel Dave's hard dick in my mouth. I licked and sucked and was treated to more precum and his moans assailing my ears. His hands came to my head, but he didn't push me, probably making sure I could take this first time at my own pace. 

My pace was quick though. I'd wanted to savour the experience, but the more of him I had in my mouth and the more of his flavour I received, the more I wanted. I used my hands on the base of his dick and his balls too, caressing and pumping to help me get more of him to taste. I knew I couldn't take all of him, but I gave it a damn good try, and probably had three quarters of him in me. It was a strange combination of the silky feel of his skin under my tongue and the hardness of his member as I played. 

I heard his breathing start to come in short pants and his moans increase, and I worked harder, wanting a proper taste of all he had to offer me. His hips started to jerk towards me despite his best efforts not to force himself into me, and I relished the feeling of being used. Perhaps when I was more used to this he'd be able to face fuck me properly. The thought made me moan, and that finished Dave off. I grabbed hold of his buttocks to stop him moving away from me, and savoured the feel and taste of him shooting into my mouth. I swallowed every last drop, licking and sucking him clean once he stopped pumping, and enjoying the little twitches of aftershock while I did it. Eventually he pushed me away from him gently. 

'Stop. It's too sensitive.'

I looked up at him and couldn't stop the grin from spreading across my face. He looked so satisfied and I had done that to him. It was his turn to give me a shaky grin as he recovered.

He took a deep breath, and just looked at me, surprise and delight showing in his face. 'Shit. If I didn't know better I'd be sure you'd done that before. That was incredible Steve. We should get out of here before we turn into prunes though. Perhaps we should get some breakfast and refuel.' His grin matched mine, me still feeling very proud of myself, and hoping that refuelling meant plenty more sex today. I'd only just started to explore him and I wanted so much more.

* * * * * * *



A Secret Life Ch. 03



Sorry, this one is a bit short...

* * * * * * * 

Dave

Okay, maybe I wasn't dreaming. I thought when I first woke I must be, or something awful had happened and I'd got pissed and brought a strange guy home, but then the memories hit me. I had to check it actually was Steve, particularly when he didn't seem to want to let me go. And the fear that he might be upset by what had happened last night then stopped me from moving or saying anything. I wanted him to make the first move, to be sure he knew what he wanted. And it turned out he wanted me! 

What better birthday gift could I get than Steve as my boyfriend and already naked in my bed? I didn't even think about what else we might do, the need to get off now that I finally had him beneath my body overcame me and I went for simple and non-scary. I had no idea how far he might want to go, and I didn't want to scare him by heading straight for the goal in case he ran for the hills.

I loved the idea of playing in the shower. Steve could have no idea how many times I had beat off in there imagining he was with me. I knew the cubicle was more than big enough for two, especially if you were pressed together like I had always imagined. I wanted to give him some pleasure first, knowing he was inexperienced he needed to feel how good it could be for someone else to touch you and make you tremble before you come hard. 

And I did a pretty good job of it too, judging by the state of him sat on the floor afterwards. I hadn't intended playing quite so much with his arse, especially after the moment of nerves he had when he clearly thought I was going to fuck him there and then. But when he spread his legs even further for me and thrust his hole towards me that was too much of an invitation for me to refuse. And it was clear he was enjoying it by the frantic sounds that came from him. Getting to taste him as I finished him off, almost literally as it happened, was an added bonus.

I knew how much he'd loved it when he collapsed, and I helped him to sit comfortably before I got back to my shower. I wanted to be clean, and I hoped he might help me out with my erect dick at some point. I got that sooner than I thought, and not just with his hand like I was expecting. His mouth on me, well, it was a million times better than I had imagined. I'd had blowjobs before, admittedly not for a while, and some good ones, but this was better than good, it was amazing, because it was Steve. 

Despite the fact I knew he'd not done this before he was enthusiastic and had a talented tongue which together with the heat of his mouth and the mere knowledge that it was him sucking me had me moaning loud. When I came I only just about managed to stay standing, and looking at his grin afterwards, his pleasure at creating mine evident, I finally believed this was really happening.

I dragged him out of the shower and we dried each other down, giggling as we went, particularly when we went over intimate or ticklish parts. It was nice to bring things down a bit, because the morning had been pretty intense so far. I hoped there would be more, but I could feel my stomach rumbling and knew it wouldn't be long before we would hear it too, so I reluctantly headed to my bedroom to put some boxers on and went to the kitchen. We were going to make a full English in celebration of my birthday and we busied round the kitchen sorting out bacon, sausages and fried eggs and bread, beans, mushrooms and tomatoes, and toast and tea to finish the job. My plate was almost groaning when I finished loading all the food onto it, but I had a suspicion I would easily work this off today.

I was sat across the table from Steve the same as usual, but today I couldn't help the fact that I kept looking at him, or that the sight of his chest and the dark hair across it and leading down his stomach was getting me hard yet again. Thank god for being young. Remembering where that trail led helped the erection along too. When I managed to look up at his face again he was looking back, clearly amused.

'If I'd known you would get this worked up over seeing my chest I would have wandered around half naked all the time.' he said, and I groaned, increasing his laughter.

'Didn't you ever wonder why I immediately went for a shower when I caught sight of you coming out of it just wrapped in a towel?' I teased back.

He looked surprised. 'I guess it never occurred to me, but now you mention it, I had noticed.' He grinned then. 'I'd probably been in there jacking off moments before because of something you had done. What a pair of idiots we are!'

I started laughing and he looked at me puzzled. 'I was just thinking we haven't been cleaning that shower out nearly often enough!'

He pulled a disgusted face. 'Nice. In future we should make sure we wipe down fully after we have sex in there.'

I spluttered as some of my tea came out of my nose. Not that I minded the thought of having sex with him anywhere, but him saying it came as a surprise. I got up from the table and cleaned myself up with some kitchen roll. 'Sorry, you saying things like that is going to take some getting used to.'

He smiled. 'I'll just have to keep on doing it. It's not exactly something I'm used to either you know.'

My face and my voice softened. 'I know, and I'm really glad it'll be me you experience it with.'

He smiled. 'There was no contest. No-one else has ever had the effect on me that you do.'

That admission deserved one of my own, and then I was going to take him back to bed to see what other effects I could have on him. 

'No-one else has ever made me feel the way I feel with you either. Now, I think we should go back to bed so we can see what other games we can play together.' I winked as I finished my sentence, and he was up and heading towards my room before I had chance to say anything else. Still, actions were definitely better than words, and I followed him with a big grin still on my face.

When we got into my room he turned to face me and looked nervous. I cupped his face with my hands and kissed him lightly.

'What are you thinking?' I asked.

He went a bit red before he replied. 'What do you want to do? I don't know what I'm doing, whatever happens, but...' he tailed off.

I kissed him again. 'Judging by what you did in the shower you will do brilliantly. I don't want to go any faster than you are ready for, but what I'd really like right now, what I've been thinking about since I saw you when you got into bed with me last night, is to feel that big cock in me.'

He visibly swallowed. 'Don't you want....'

He seemed unable to finish his sentence, and after a moment of confusion I realised what he was probably trying to ask. 'I like it both ways baby. And with you I have no doubt either way would be incredible, and I would certainly love to deflower that virgin ass of yours, but right now, I need you.'

He went properly red when I mentioned deflowering him, but then he was caught in the intensity of my voice and my eyes when I said how much I needed him. 'Okay. You'll have to tell me what to do.'

I grinned at him and slid my boxers to the floor, revealing my hard dick which was eager to get started. He was soon naked as well, and in the same state. I drew him towards the bed, holding his hand and lying so we were facing each other on our sides, trying for the moment to ignore our cocks which were pressing together. I could see he was having the same problem.

I stroked his face again before starting to talk. 'One thing we need to discuss first. It's been a long time since I've had sex, and I've had checks in that time. I'm definitely clean and healthy, and if you don't mind I'd rather do this without condoms. I don't intend doing it with anyone else, and I hope you don't either.' He went a bit red and mumbled that he didn't. I kissed him to reassure him, and arouse us both after the safe sex talk.

'You're going to need to open me up. You must have seen that in the films.' He nodded, still a bit embarrassed. I grabbed my bottle of lube from my bedside table. 'You'll need this. Start with one finger, I'll let you know when to add more, okay?'

He still looked embarrassed and nervous. I kissed him hard to try and get that out of his system. 'It's going to be amazing. You're going to be amazing. And trust me, once you hear the sounds I make when you finger me, and I beg you to fuck me with your huge dick, you'll forget any nerves you have right now.'

My words were turning me on even more, and this time seemed to be working for him too because his eyes showed his lust and stopped showing fear. He even smiled at me, and then suddenly he was back to the confident Steve I'd been getting used to since last night. 

'Roll onto your stomach and spread your legs.' he practically growled at me. It was enough to make me moan, and I moved fast to assume the position. I had the funny feeling that line had come from some porn film he'd seen, but I didn't care.

I told him to use his fingers, so the last thing I expected was to feel his warm breath against my crack. I tensed for a moment and felt him pull my cheeks slightly apart. When his tongue licked over me I practically jumped off the bed and I cried out in pleasure. I guess he'd liked what I'd done in the shower and wanted to see what it felt like to give. I moaned and cried out as he kept at it, and when his tongue slipped slightly inside me after a couple of minutes it was almost too much. I started begging him, a lot earlier than I thought I would.

'Please Steve, put your finger in me. I need more.' I felt the cool lube and my prayer was answered a moment later with a welcome intrusion. It still wasn't enough though, and I started humping back against his hand asking for another. When that came I did have a moment of discomfort, but it was only a few seconds before I was groaning my pleasure again. I hoped our neighbours were out at work, because otherwise they were going to get a lot of audio before the day was out.

Steve really had been paying attention to those movies, because he was scissoring his fingers and expanding my opening, and he didn't wait for me to ask him for three fingers, seemingly judging it by my reaction to his explorations. I screamed and shuddered with the pleasure when he found my prostate, and he started to circle and press against it softly. My hips humped at the mattress as he kept finger fucking me, and I knew I was going to come before he ever got his cock near me. One more entrance from him, pressing against that spot when his fingers got inside, and I know I called his name as I covered the sheets beneath me. 

I lay dazed and confused afterwards, and didn't resist when he turned me over. I dimly heard him speaking to me, but I didn't understand the words. What was he doing to me? I felt kisses, and responded, now aware he was lying on top of me. He moved to nibble an earlobe and then whispered in my ear. 'Are you ready?'

I just moaned. I'm not sure if it was a response to feeling his breath on my ear and neck or me agreeing to what he was about to do, but I felt his cock press against me. My body reacted even if my brain couldn't, and I pressed back, feeling his head slide inside. That focussed my attention and my eyes went wide. He was big. Not that he hadn't got me ready, but until I'd tried to get it inside me, I hadn't realised how much he was going to fill me, or how good it was going to feel. I don't think he moved, I slid myself down and raised my hips until he was seated in me fully, and when I realised I had all of him I couldn't help the wanton moan I let out. I closed my eyes and panted a little, trying to get used to the feeling before we moved. 

When I opened my eyes Steve was supporting himself above me. His eyes were squeezed tight shut as though he was concentrating hard. I wriggled a little under him to test the waters and he moaned. That was a great noise to my ears, but he still didn't look quite right.

'Are you okay baby?' I whispered to him.

'Too good. Mmm.' was all I got in reply.

I felt myself relax around him, and he looked relieved and his eyes opened a little. I raised myself up a little so I could kiss him, and he responded to the kiss and started to move his hips, which broke us apart again as we both moaned. I grinned at him, and he took that as his cue to start. I felt every inch of his cock moving slowly out of me, almost until he left my body, and then sliding gently back in. And I had been right that this was going to feel amazing. I tried to keep my eyes open so I could see his face, but I was fighting a losing battle with my own desire. 

I started to push back against him, speeding up the pace, because I needed him to take me faster and harder and he didn't seem to be doing that by himself. He met me in the increased thrusts though, the pair of us groaning and crying out our pleasure together.

I wasn't expecting to come again so soon, but I felt it building in me anyway. I could also tell by the look on Steve's face and his frantic pants and moans, which were music to my ears, that he was going to shoot soon, and I wanted to be there with him. I didn't think he'd manage to do anything else at the moment so I took my cock in my hand and started to stroke myself in time with his motion. Somehow he noticed, and my hand was batted away to be replaced with this. Now that felt really good. 

I wasn't sure how he was doing so well for a first try, but I sure as hell wasn't complaining. His hand tightened slightly around me, and I felt him twitch inside as he shouted out my name yet again. Was he perfect or what? The feel of him shooting, and the thought that he was marking me as his while he did it, was too much, and I managed to come again, covering the pair of us with my seed.

Steve collapsed on top of me, and my arms and legs went around him to hold him tight. I didn't want him to ever leave me, but after the twitches stopped I could feel him soften and start to slip from me, despite my ass desperately tightening trying to keep him there. He just moaned as it happened, and I knew he was as disappointed as I was. Still, I was also fairly sure he would be keen to do this again. I kissed his forehead which was the only part of him I could reach. It was quite sweet, and just like he had done to me this morning. What a day it had been so far. 

I heard Steve's breathing slow and he suddenly got heavier on me. I would have laughed but I didn't want to wake him. I knew he was having a doze, and I didn't really mind. I could feel his release slipping from my ass and although it felt a bit weird, I always had a mattress protector on and it would only be the sheet that would suffer. I'd definitely need to change my bedding. Perhaps we could just move to Steve's bed for whatever else happened. I was surprisingly comfortable with my furry duvet, and also shagged out as the saying goes, and I felt myself drifting off as well.

I guess we slept for half an hour or so, and I was woken when Steve started moving on top of me, probably coming round and wondering where he was. I smiled at him when he checked on me, and moaned my disappointment when he moved off to lie at the side of me.

'Sorry, I went to sleep. You were right, that was amazing. I had no idea.' he suddenly looked a little worried. 'Was it okay for you? Did I do it right?'

I just grinned. 'That was a long way past okay, and if you'd done it any better I'm not sure I would have survived. I told you you'd be fine once you got started.'

He smiled at me, then started to blush again. He kept doing that, but I guess it was a lot to get used to. Yesterday his experience amounted to one bad french kiss with a girl. We'd increased it rather dramatically since then. 

'Dave...' he started, but didn't go any further.

'What is it baby. You can ask me anything, I promise I won't mind. If there's things you need to know or you want to do, just ask me.' I kissed him to confirm it.

He started again, although he wasn't looking at me. 'About what you were saying before, about, um, deflowering me.' he went almost crimson at that point. 

'What about it? I promise I won't do anything you don't want me to or aren't ready for.'

He kept looking at my chest and wouldn't raise his eyes to mine, so I put my hand under his chin and lifted his head a little, planting a quick kiss on his lips. He still tried to avoid my gaze as he started again.

'I want you to.' As he finished those few words he did look at me, clearly wanting to see my reaction, which was a very happy grin.

'I will babe. I'd love to. But I've already come four times today and it's not even lunch. If you want it to be good we both need time to recover first.'

'That's okay. I didn't mean right this second. But I really want to feel what you felt. You looked so happy.'

I grinned at him. 'Happy would be an understatement. It was ecstasy. And it was even better because I knew it was you, and I've wanted you for so long. You'll love the feeling too, I guarantee it.'

'I believe you. I'm just a bit scared.'

I kissed him hard, only stopping when I made him moan. 'I will get you so hot and bothered first you will lose any fear, and all you will know is intense pleasure. Trust me.'

'I do.' he replied, and this time I happily joined in the kiss he started, only thinking that I was going to have to get another shower very shortly, and wondering what else I could do to Steve while we were there. 

* * * * * * * 

Steve

I watched as Dave got lunch ready for the pair of us, happily wandering around the kitchen whistling and wearing just his boxers. I couldn't take my eyes off him. The last 24 hours, not even that long I suddenly realised, had changed my life completely. This time yesterday I was at work not able to keep my mind on the job because I was looking forward to my time off with Dave and wondering if I could ever dare talk about my obsession with him. Today he was my boyfriend and my lover. And no amount of pleasuring myself or porn I had seen had in any way prepared me for how incredible it was to actually be having sex with him. That wasn't the right term. It had definitely been making love.

All that I had experienced in the last few hours had opened my eyes. Dave had caressed every part of me, kissed and teased, coaxed me to come several times and given himself to me. Suddenly my virginity seemed like a distant memory, although I supposed it was kind of still there. Was it possible to be half virgin? 

He looked over at me and grinned. 'What's that look on your face for? You look turned on and confused at the same time.'

I smiled back. 'Turned on because I get to watch you wandering around in next to nothing, and the confusion is because I'm trying to work out if it's possible to be half virgin.'

He laughed. 'I'd say that's perfectly possible, and exactly what you are right now.' He came over to me and spoke softly into my ear. 'This evening, I'll take care of the other half.'

I moaned. It was all I could do not to beg him to take me now. 'Why do you want to wait?'

He laughed again and ruffled my hair with his hand. 'I'm not a machine, love. I've not had sex with anything but my own hand for years and my dick is complaining after the unexpected workout he's had today. Later on after a bit of recovery time I'll be able to make it good for both of us.' He walked off to drain the pasta he had made and poured the sauce over it, presenting me with a plate. 'Eat up, then it's a DVD marathon for the afternoon and after that...'

He deliberately left his words hanging, and I shuddered at what would be after. I understood, but I also didn't want to wait.



A Secret Life Ch. 04



Note: I posted quite a short last chapter because I felt this bit needed to be on its own. I'm not quite sure why the story took this turn but I think it works so I've left it as first written.

This chapter features fairly mild and consensual D/s with spanking and anal plugs. If that isn't your thing then you can skip to chapter 5 (the last one) which should be up tomorrow, and you can pick the story up there - this chapter is pretty much all play.

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Steve

As I finished my dinner I became aware of Dave looking at me intently. I raised my eyes to his and tried to work out what his strange expression was about. It was lust, but something else too. Nerves? Anticipation?

'What's up with you.'

'I was just thinking about something.' His expression softened a bit. 'Babe, I need to know, before later, how virgin is your ass?' I probably went red and looked confused at the same time. 'I mean, you had my finger and tongue there earlier, but have you ever used anything on yourself?'

I stared at my plate before answering. I might be getting more experienced by the moment, but it still had serious attacks of embarrassment. 'My finger.'

'You've never used a dildo or plug?'

Okay, I must have been glowing by now, it certainly felt that way. 'No.' I answered quietly.

He took a deep breath, seeming to steady himself. 'You can absolutely say no to me you know, I won't mind if you aren't comfortable with doing something.'

He stopped talking and I looked at him puzzled. 'I thought we'd established I want you to take me. Don't back out on me now.'

He smiled a little nervously. 'Not that. It's just I've been having an idea while we've been eating. You'll need to be opened up carefully the first time else it will be uncomfortable, and I had this thought that really turns me on, and would probably do it for you too, but, well... it's a bit kinky.'

'As in whips and chains kinky?' I asked, unsure what he was on about but if it involved some more playing I might well be open to his suggestions. Not anything that involved pain, but I'd had some thoughts along the bondage and submission lines when I'd pictured being on the receiving end of his cock. I just needed to find out exactly what I might be letting myself in for before I agreed.

'No.' he said hurriedly. 'Well, perhaps a little, but way down the scale from that.'

I was amused by his comment. 'I didn't realise there was a scale. Starting at light spanking and ending up at total painslut?'

He coughed up his tea for the second time that day, and looked at me shocked. 'You know, a half virgin really shouldn't be saying things like that.'

I laughed. 'I'm glad I can keep surprising you. Are you going to tell me your slightly kinky idea then?'

'You can say no. Honestly, I won't mind.'

I rolled my eyes. 'Dave, I know. And if I don't think I'll like it or the idea scares me I will. But I won't be able to say yes or no if you don't tell me what you have been thinking about. I won't think any less of you even if you do have a few kinks.'

He still looked worried, but at least he started to tell me. 'I do use dildos and plugs, sometimes. And I have a few, in various sizes.' He stopped for a moment to gauge my reaction. This news did not worry me, I just wished I'd known, I'd probably have tried one before now. 'I was thinking that to get you open for later, I could use them on you. Start with the smallest and work our way up through the afternoon. I haven't got one quite my size, but it would be less of a leap for you.'

Okay, my cock liked this idea. I failed to see what was remotely kinky about it though, really. I was starting to get hard thinking about it, and what Dave said made sense. I'd have time to get used to having something there before he took me. 'Yes.'

'Really?' He looked so excited about me agreeing I wondered if I was missing something.

'It sounds like a good idea. I'm just not getting what's kinky, or what you get out of it.'

He went red. 'I like the idea of having you bent over and putting them in you for starters. But you're not getting what it will do to you, especially if you're not used to it. You'll be turned on all afternoon, probably hard as a rock. And I'll be making you wait an hour before you can have the next one, and believe me you will want it well before then. And all the time I'll know what's up your ass and what else will be there later.'

I went to full staff when he started talking me through my afternoon. Pleasurable torture, all the time waiting for his cock to finally enter me and give me the release I will need. 'So there's a little bit of a control freak in you then?!' I teased.

He looked a bit ashamed. 'I guess so.'

I smiled. 'That's okay, there's a little bit of someone who likes to be controlled in me. And what you just said gave me a massive hard-on, so it's still a yes from me.'

He beamed. 'You don't think it's weird?'

'Probably, but it's my kind of weird. When do we start?'

'Oh, right now lover. Follow me.'

It was actually hard to walk thinking about what was going to happen, given that I was so turned on right now, and he had basically told me I wasn't going to get off for hours. And when I got to his room he started giving orders, and I wondered if it was possible to come just from a voice.

'Strip.' I obeyed instantly, and it didn't exactly take long given that I was only wearing my boxers anyway. 'Good. Now bend over and grab hold of the end of the bed. Spread your legs. No, wider.'

Maybe there was a rather larger part of me that liked being controlled than I thought, because being in that position, totally open and available to him was really doing it for me. I heard him rummaging in a drawer behind him, but when I turned my head slightly he saw me. 'Keep your head down and eyes shut. You're not going to see what I put in you, just feel it.'

I moaned out loud. Dear god, would I actually last an afternoon of him doing this? He hadn't even got as far as putting anything in me yet. I flinched when I felt the cold gel against me. At least he wasn't going to go for dry. Now that I probably would object to. I moaned when I felt his finger enter me, but it was far from unpleasant. It was a fairly quick in and out, just getting me lubricated I guessed. The next thing that pressed against me was harder, and certainly wider. Oh shit, and longer too. 

I gave out one long moan as the plug entered me. It felt good though, I'd never had anything that large in me. I wasn't expecting him to pull it out again, and fuck me with it a few times. That feeling had my dick twitching and leaking, but he didn't keep it up for long enough that I could come.

There was a moment of silence afterwards, and I wondered what he was doing, but I wanted to obey his orders and I wasn't going to move until he told me to. I heard him moan softly, perhaps he was just appreciating the view. 'That should do it for now.' he said, and gave a quick swat to my backside. I surprised myself when I moaned at that, but I kept my hands firmly holding onto the bed. I don't know what he thought, but another slap soon sounded out around the room, quickly followed by another moan from me.

'Oh my God.' I heard him say, in a voice I'd never heard before. It wasn't his controlling voice, it was just thick with lust. And I guessed he enjoyed my reaction because he started spanking me and I couldn't control the sounds I made, and I had no idea I would like this at all, let alone so much. It probably helped that the motion of his hand against me hit the base of the plug sometimes and I felt it move inside me, and I was wriggling a little too. He must have kept the spanking up for a couple of minutes, alternating between cheeks, and me moaning the whole time. Well, I just kept on discovering things about myself today.

When he stopped it had just started to get a bit much. Maybe he knew by the sounds I was making. He gave a totally unnecessary order. 'Stay there.' 

I just waited with my head down, wondering what else he was going to do to me. I heard a click and then beeping on his phone. 'I've set the alarm for one hour. When it goes off you come straight back in here and assume the position, understand.'

I nodded. I'm not sure what I could say at that point. I knew my ass cheeks were red, and my face was probably worse. I felt his hands on me, and this time they were gentle, kneading and stroking my sore ass, massaging them. He started speaking to me, and he was back closer to his normal voice.

'You have no idea how hot you look like this, my handprints on your red ass, and that plug in you. This afternoon is going to be very frustrating for both of us, but I'm going to stick to my plan. Well, spanking you wasn't in my plan, but I'm happy to adapt there. Come on, we've got films to watch. Oh, and you won't be needing your boxers. I want you naked the rest of the day.'

As I stood up I moaned yet again. My spanked ass was a pleasant kind of sore, but as I moved the plug hit parts of my insides and sent jolts of pleasure through my body. And that was before I tried walking. I nearly fell over as I followed him through to the lounge, the feelings were so good. He just turned and grinned at me. 

'And that's the smallest one I have. You just wait.'

When I sat down on the sofa I moaned again. I became convinced I would not last the afternoon. Dave grinned at me, and as soon as I got comfortable he said I'd need to get up and put the DVD in the machine. I glared at him, mock annoyed.

'You just want to see my ass again.'

'Too right. Now get over there.' I heard him groan as I bent down to sort it out. At least I knew he was going to find this afternoon tough as well. He really enjoyed teasing me. Every time I got used to the plug and my dick started to relax he made me get up to get us drinks, or pick up the remote he had 'accidentally' dropped on the floor, or he'd put his hand on my cock and give it a few soft strokes until I moaned and was back at full staff. I started praying for the alarm to go off, and wondering if he'd actually set it for an hour, but the DVD player showed the time we had been watching too, and that wasn't yet an hour.

When his phone finally started beeping, I was up off the sofa and into his room so fast he just laughed at me. By the time he wandered through, clearly still amused, I was in position and waiting eagerly. The sight of me like that though made him groan again. I couldn't stop myself from trembling as I heard him opening the drawer again, wondering what something even larger would feel like. He came back to me and fucked me in and out with the existing plug a few times before he removed it. 

I suddenly felt cold and empty, and when he pressed the new plug to my ass I pushed back, desperate to be filled again. This one he took slower, working it into me with care. And it certainly felt bigger, and better, and again, when he fucked me with it for a moment I moaned and writhed. How good was his dick going to feel?

I focussed on his words when he started talking to me. 'You know, I was going to do you face to face like you did me, but I think this will be much better. When I get the last plug out of you I'm just going to replace it with my dick and fuck you hard and fast. You'll be gagging for it by then. Now, I think before we go back, I should redden that ass of yours again.' 

So he did, spanking me again until my moans diminished and turned more to cries. He let up after a moment, knowing it had started to move from pleasure to pain. I heard his phone beeping again and waited for the instruction to get up and join him for more of the film. He was tormenting me with his words, his plugs and the spankings, but I was hard as a rock still and the submissive side I didn't really know was there kept coming to the fore.

And again, for the next hour, he kept me hot and bothered but didn't let me have a release. He seemed to know exactly when I was getting relaxed and comfortable and each time made me do something to have the plug moving inside me again. And sometimes he told me to do things that were clearly for his benefit, so he could see me and keep himself turned on. He'd order me to my hands and knees in front of him so he could look at and caress my ass, and even put the occasional hand print back on it. Then it would be back to the sofa, me desperate for his next touch or word.

Towards the end of the next hour he got me on my hands and knees again, while he stroked my cheeks gently. 'You know, the red goes pretty quick, but it looks really hot while it still is. I think I need to find my paddle.' My head shot round to look at him, checking what he had said. 'Would you like to try that?' he asked. He might be in control but he was making sure I had pleasure and he didn't push me too far or hurt me, and it made my heart swell that he would take such good care of me. I just blushed and nodded.

The alarm went off again, and I was back in his room waiting for my next treatment immediately. He still found this amusing, but was obviously enjoying it too. This time his rummaging took longer, and I heard him cross the room to look in his wardrobe. He sounded pleased and I guessed he had found the paddle. I wasn't sure if I would like it, but I had every intention of finding out. If he'd told me he had a whip lying around I probably would have run a mile, but this idea sounded good. He ran it over my ass, not striking me but still making both of us groan.

'First things first,' he said, putting the paddle down in front of me. I couldn't take my eyes off it for a moment, until I felt him loosening the plug off with a few quick motions and then removing it. I stayed with my head bowed waiting for the larger one, for a moment realising that he hadn't told me how many of these things he had, and wondering how many hours I would be doing this for. I heard the click that I now knew was the top of the bottle of lube, and waited impatiently to feel this new torture. This time I know I winced when the plug first entered me, because he soothed my back with a hand. He went back into his caring voice.

'It will only hurt for a moment. Relax and it will start to feel just as good as the others did. And all the time remember, you are getting more and more ready for the real thing.'

I groaned. And whether it was his soothing tones or just my body accepting, it started to feel good again as he slipped the plug inside me. It seemed to keep coming. I had no idea of the lengths or thickness of these things because he had refused to show me, but he again worked it in and out slowly, and when he finally had it all the way in and left it there I missed the movement. I knew I would be able to feel it when I moved around myself, but that wasn't the same as having something fucking me. I guess he knew that, which was why the idea of this little game had turned him on in the first place. 

I took a deep breath as he reached back around me for the paddle, my dick still hard and me starting to accept I was moving up that mysterious scale by the moment. The first strike made me jump. It wasn't the same as Dave's hand on me, but it wasn't causing me lots of pain, it was just the surprise of a new sensation. And the larger plug in my ass made the feeling a lot more intense. 

'Stay still.' came the order. 'Hold on tight to that bed and take your punishment.' 

I wished I didn't moan so wantonly just to the sound of his voice. It made it very clear to him how much I loved this, and perhaps when we were out of this moment the submissive in me would freak one, or both, of us out. I felt the next stroke and was more prepared, only flinching a little as the plug seemed to work its way deeper inside me. I don't know how many times he hit me, I lost count because I was enjoying it too much. Like before, he kept going for a little while after the sounds I made changed from total pleasure to some pain. Was he just testing my boundaries, or did it do something for him too?

Again, I waited for his instruction before I moved. I'd been holding onto the bed so tight this time that I had marks in my hands from where my nails met my palm. Before he let me up he was sorting out the alarm on his phone again. I knew I had another hour, would it be two? Or three? I looked down at my hands as I stood up and noted that they weren't that bad. He came to look at what I was and took my hands in his, gently kissing each palm before telling me to join him back in the living room. It was a really loving gesture, but his face was flushed and his eyes showed his emotion. Just what he was doing to me was obviously having one hell of an effect. I smiled at the knowledge.

This hour seemed even longer than before. I didn't once forget that the plug was in me, but he still teased me to make sure I knew, or for his own amusement, I wasn't quite sure. Probably after about half an hour he had me on my hands and knees in front of him again, but rather than just stroke my ass, he started to remove the plug, then pushed it back in all the way quickly. I was gasping and moaning while he continued. When I started to beg him to fuck me properly the plug was suddenly pushed back in and he sat back on the sofa, leaving me there still hoping and begging for more.

'No.' he said, firmly. 'I'm not going to fuck you until you are ready. And there's another plug to come first. And since you're getting so demanding, I'm going to leave that one for two hours.'

I know I groaned. I didn't want there to be something even bigger, unless it was him. Still, it did bring me up a bit sharp. He'd said he didn't have any as big as him, so if there was still another size to come how much was he going to fill me up?

'I will also paddle that ass of yours every half hour. Keep it nice and red and remind you who's in charge here.'

Oh god, I moaned again. I didn't dare look him in the eyes because my arousal at what he was doing was far too obvious as it was. His games were really exciting me, and I still had that half of my virginity to go. And over two hours before it would be either. The thought of him getting me into that position and actually taking me, I had to keep stopping myself thinking about it because it was too much of a turn on with all the other sensations going through me. 

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Dave

I had no idea when I had my kinky plan what it would lead to. The sight of Steve bent over waiting for me to open his virgin asshole was unbelievably erotic. I could barely concentrate on what I was doing and control the urge I had just to take him. His responses to the plugs were amazing, but the discovery he enjoyed spanking was almost too much for me to keep myself calm. I thought this afternoon would be tense and teasing but I figured it would be worse for him than for me. 

Now I wasn't sure which one of us was getting the most torment out of this. His reactions to what I was doing to him, moaning and trembling with passion, drove me nearly to the edge, and when he turned to me and begged me to fuck him, lust burning bright in his eyes, I'm not sure how I didn't leap off the sofa and just do it.

I couldn't quite believe how we had ended up here either. Yesterday I was waiting for him to come home so we could go out for some birthday drinks. Now he was on his hands and knees in front of me, naked and hard with one of my toys in him and his asscheeks pink from my hand and my paddle, and he was loving every moment of it. My Steve, and I really could consider him that now, was making so many of my fantasies come true I would have needed to keep pinching myself if the constant reactions in my body and dick weren't making me very sure I was awake.

When the alarm went off for the last plug, I followed Steve closely as he rushed to my room. As every time before he was very keen to get this done, and I wasn't exactly unwilling either. I groaned as I turned the corner and saw him gripping the end of my bed with his legs spread wide. He was beautiful, and I liked his submissive side more than I wanted to think about right now. I couldn't imagine us playing like this every time we had sex, but it wouldn't hurt to have some variety. 




A Secret Life Ch. 04



I loosened off the plug already in my lover with a few quick thrusts and heard Steve grunt and moan. His cock seemed to be leaking, he was so turned on. I withdrew the plug and heard his moan of disappointment, making me smile. I reached into my drawer for the last size I had, wondering if my suggestion that I would leave this for two hours was actually going to work. While I lubed it up I saw Steve's asshole gaping slightly and so wanted to take him now I could feel myself shaking as I tried to keep myself from doing it. I didn't want to hurt him and this whole plan, although for my benefit as well, was going to help out a lot with that.

I gently slid the final plug into him, seeing him jerk at the welcome invasion. I watched as it disappeared inside him, moaning softly myself at the sight. This time he'd obviously relaxed enough that it didn't hurt, and that boded well for when I got to sink my cock in him later. I withdrew the plug and fucked him with it hard a few times. Possibly more than a few times, but it was obviously too much. 

I watched amazed as he tensed and threw his head back and he practically screamed my name as he came hard. His semen hit the end of my bed and dripped onto the floor, and I had to bite my lip to stop from coming just at the sight. I pushed the plug right the way in again and a final spurt of come left his dick. It couldn't even soften because the sensations in his ass were too much to let him calm down.

When I stopped trembling myself, I picked up my phone again. I didn't know if he was aware of it, but I had taken a photo each time. It was too good a sight and opportunity not to, and the view of him still standing there with his come all around him would make a lovely addition to the set. I guessed I wanted him to see them later, but I wouldn't keep them if he didn't want me to. After how hard he had come I was amazed he was still standing there, but he seemed to be happy to wait for my next instructions. In the fog of lust in my brain at the moment I couldn't think of anything, so I picked up the paddle again and started swiping at his buttocks. 

He twitched and moaned again, and I found it hard to concentrate on what I was doing. His reddening ass and the fantastic sounds he made just made me want him more. I could tell when the strikes started to hurt him rather than give him pleasure, and stopped after a moment. I didn't want to hurt or scare him, I just wanted to see how much of this he wanted and how much he enjoyed it. 

Another photo of his red cheeks was taken, his asshole stretched around the largest plug for full effect, and I moaned again. On the basis I had two hours to wait I almost wondered whether I should wank myself off over him or make him suck me, but on the other hand I liked torturing myself by making me wait. Any fuck we had at the end of this was going to be fast and hard and over quickly, no matter what I did now.

I drew back again and considered the scene. The alarm was set for half an hour and I fully intended to carry through on that promise. The carpet and the end of my bed was a mess though and I didn't want cum stuck to my floor forever. I briefly considered getting him to lick it all up, but the floor wasn't clean and I didn't want to gross him out too much. I fetched a wet cloth and threw it at his back, making him jump when he felt the coldness of it. I was pleased he hadn't moved while I had been gone. Back to my controlling voice.

'That's to clean up the mess you made. You can scrub the carpet with the cloth, but I want to see you lick the bed clean first.'

I saw his face colour again, but he dropped to his knees straight away and set to it. After this was over we'd need to have a chat about what he liked, but I had no doubt if he was horrified by what I was asking him to do he'd not obey so quickly. He had said there was a little bit of someone who liked to be controlled in him. I watched as his tongue flicked out and cleaned up his juices, wanting it to be me he was licking with that flexible tongue. I had my cock in my hand before I realised it and stroked myself gently as he kept cleaning. When he finished and fetched the cloth to do the floor I had to instruct him again.

'Turn so your ass is towards me. I want to see those red cheeks while you clean up your cum.'

I figured he had two sets of red cheeks, but he'd rather I was staring at his ass than his face right then. I think he was confused over how much he was enjoying this, and I probably was as well. I kept my eyes on him, still slowly pleasuring myself, but having to stop when the feelings got more intense, because I really didn't want to come just yet. When he was obviously done I asked him to turn to face me, and sit up slightly. 

The view then made me groan so loud he heard it and smiled. He might have cleaned up the floor, but he had shot a fair amount over his own body and I took in the streams up his chest and some on his face and in his hair. He looked so cute like that I wasn't sure what to do with him. Some of my ideas seemed a little too kinky for just yet, so I went with the one that was going to frustrate me the most. At least he would know at the end of this I was just as horny as he was.

I spread out a towel on my bed, briefly wondering if it was even worthwhile protecting it given the amount of cum and sweat that was already on my sheets. 

'Lie down here, on your back.' I instructed, and he obeyed fast.

I took in the sight of him like that before I set to work, only once having to instruct him to stay still. His moans got louder and filled the air as I licked and sucked my way down his body, cleaning up every last bit of his release that still clung to him. My tongue swept over his face, quickly kissing him but not letting him join me in the kiss before I worked down and licked off his chin and neck, and then continued down across his hairy chest. 

I made sure I licked and sucked each of his nipples for a moment even though they were both clean. His stomach was also mostly free of juices, probably he'd shot so hard it had gone much further than that, but I followed the trail of hair down his middle until I reached his cock. It definitely needed a clean and I set to it. He was already hard, and every move of my lips or tongue on him made him twitch and moan, and I had no doubt that the plug inside him made this more intense for him as well. 

When I was satisfied he was clean I sat up and looked at him. His eyes were glazed over, and if I spent a bit more time on him he'd probably come again, but there was no way he was getting any more of that before I did. His face showed his disappointment that I had stopped, but he wasn't going to say anything. I stood up and checked my phone.

'That's nearly killed the first half hour anyway love. You ready for the paddle again?'

He moaned and went back to his position holding onto the end of the bed and spread his legs, ass raised ready for me. I moaned too, still amazed at seeing him in this position and seriously turned on by it. I didn't spend long with the paddle this time, noting how pink he still was from the last time, and how quickly his sounds turned from pleasure to discomfort. He was going to have trouble sitting down on Monday. I smiled at the thought of being sat next to him at work knowing what we would have been up to all weekend. I was getting the best birthday presents ever, and Steve's virginity was yet to come.



A Secret Life Ch. 05



This is the final part of this story, and I hope you've enjoyed it. Thanks for the comments and votes, I hope they've continued on the other chapters, but I'm writing this when chapter 2 has just gone up.

I'm trying to finish off a couple of other romance stories that I will post when I have done, but probably the next thing to be on Lit will be a nonhuman story (werewolves and werecats) which has both m/m and m/f relationships and is obviously a bit different to what I've posted so far. There's more of a story as well as the nonhuman angle, but it's still got a lot of romance and happy couples in.

Anyway, here's the end of Dave and Steve's story...

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Dave

After the latest part of our game, I kissed and kneaded Steve's sore ass cheeks, soothing him. I was beginning to wonder whether my game had gone a little far given that this was his first time. I led Steve back into the living room and got him to sit astride me so I could hold him and kiss him. It occurred to me that our playing had stopped me taking that small pleasure and I didn't want to miss out on it, or to let him think that I was only wanting one thing from him. 

I kissed him passionately and was pleased that he responded just as keen. When we finally pulled back from the kiss I had to reassure myself about this whole situation. I stroked his face gently, aware of how flushed he was and fairly sure it was a combination of our kisses and the plug in him that was causing it.

'Are you okay baby?' I asked cautiously. He looked back at me a little confused. 'I was just worrying that this is all a bit much and going too far for either one of us.'

He looked embarrassed then, but then he had done much of the afternoon. 'I'm fine. I wouldn't have let you do any of this if I wasn't enjoying it Dave.'

'Still, I didn't expect things to develop quite this way. I think I've surprised myself.'

'Me too.' he replied quietly.

I kept stroking his face gently and looked into his eyes, seeing the love and lust still showing there and glad that I hadn't destroyed that.

'I love you Steve. I hope you realise that. I have done for a long time, and although this afternoon has been great, that isn't how I see our relationship panning out. Games from time to time maybe, but we need to be equal in most things.'

He kissed me softly before he answered.

'I'm kind of glad you see it that way. I love you too. And I have been loving what we've been doing, but I wouldn't want it all the time either. I'm not quite sure I realised quite how much I would enjoy myself, but then I'd never heard that voice you used before. That's practically enough to make me come on its own!'

I laughed. 'I'm not sure where it came from. I was just so turned on seeing you want me so much, and wanting to do what I asked.'

He shuffled uncomfortably in my lap, and brushed against my erection while he did it. After this afternoon even a moment of calm between us while we sorted things out was not enough to make it flag. He grinned when he saw me look down to check out our hard dicks pressing together. It made me think it was time to call this a day.

'Baby, I know I said another two hours, but I'm not sure I can wait that long.'

'Whenever you want me, I'm yours.' he replied.

I couldn't help the moan of lust that rumbled from deep in my throat. How could any man not be turned on by their lover saying something like that?

'Love, I also said how I'd take you, but I don't want to do that. It's your first time and this should be special. I want to see your face, watch you go through every moment of the pleasure. And I don't want to hurt you.'

He was blushing again. I kissed him hard, unable to resist when he looked so cute. I wished for a moment that I'd be able to carry him to bed but the difference in our sizes and the fact I was a bit of a weakling wasn't going to let that work. I reluctantly started to stand, and he moved off me to do the same. I took his hand in mine and started to lead him to my bedroom.

'Come with me. I'm going to make love to you now like I promised. Are you ready?'

He just nodded and followed me. I was shaking with excitement at the thought of taking this next step. It was a very long time since I'd had chance to top anyone. The combination of years of celibacy and being smaller than most of my lovers before meant I didn't get the opportunity all that often. This was going to be very special for me too, and it was more important that I did this properly because it was the first time I would be making love to someone rather than just fucking them.

I motioned Steve to lie back on my bed as soon as we got to my room. Seeing him spread out like that waiting for me was amazing. I knew how to make this good and I hoped to make sure he remembered losing his virginity for all good reasons. I managed to ignore my own erection for a moment and settled myself on top of him, kissing him yet again and knowing I could never get enough of his lips on mine. His arms came around me and I relished being held like this, especially by him. As much as I might like to, I wasn't going to be able to wait all that long, so I started a slow descent of his body, kissing and licking him as I went. I paid particular attention to his nipples and grinned when he started to writhe underneath me with the pleasure. He still had the plug in him and that was still doing its job of opening him up and getting him ready for me.

His moans and movements increased as I reached his cock, and I only gave it a brief lick, not wanting him to come again until I was inside him. He moaned his disappointment, but when he saw I was reaching for the lube his eyes lit bright with lust, enough to make me moan. His hands came out to help me when he saw I was lubing my dick ready to enter him but I had to stop him. 

'Stop love. I need to keep this hard and if you touch it I might not be able to contain myself. Trust me, it will feel better if I come inside you.'

He nodded and moaned in response, but didn't take his eyes off what I was doing. The knowledge that he was watching me like that was almost too much without his touches. When I figured I was coated properly I calmed myself for a moment before reaching for the plug that was still in him. His cries as I moved it in and out of him, and the twitching of his cock at the same time made me even more horny. I was probably more turned on than I had ever been before, and I had yet to make love to the man I had wanted for so long. 

I withdrew the plug completely, hearing his moan and knowing he felt the emptiness. I was going to put that right in a moment, but I took a second to look at his open hole before I started to sink myself into his depths. God, he was so hot and tight, I wasn't sure how long I could last. I kept my eyes on his face to check for any flicker of pain, but all I could see was pleasure. There might have been a quick moment when I finally seated myself because I knew the plug hadn't reached as deep as I could, but it was just a second and his eyes flew open to look at me when he felt my balls against him. I held myself steady, panting while I tried to keep control.

He smiled at me. 'Make love to me baby. I need to feel you move.'

I groaned and moved, and the movement made both of us cry out our pleasure. This wasn't going to last long. I'd frustrated myself too much this afternoon when I was teasing him, and even my four orgasms from this morning weren't diminishing my need to come inside him. I felt his muscles gripping me, and his hips raising to meet mine in every thrust. I leaned forward to kiss him for a moment before I really started to thrust, pushing into my lover hard and fast and knowing I'd never have better. Fast and hard fucking couldn't last and I felt myself tensing, ready to shoot, when Steve cried out my name and covered us both in his come. It was too much and I followed him, feeling his channel as though it was milking every last drop of my seed from my body. 

I collapsed on top of Steve as soon as I came, and despite the fact he was still trembling from his own release he managed to hug me to him. There could be no better place than curled up on his chest, sticking to him with his own come, and my dick still inside him. I could feel myself softening despite my wish to stay inside his hot body forever, and we both groaned as I slipped from his ex-virgin asshole. My bed was going to be an awful mess after today, but I'd had the best birthday ever!

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Steve

I don't know how I survived an afternoon of teasing or Dave finally making love to me. I must have dreamt about us being together a thousand times, but never did I imagine anything like the reality. It was the most incredible feeling to have him buried in me and then coating my insides with his release. But more than that, it was not just losing my virginity it was making love with the man who had been in my dreams for so long. I never thought it could really happen.

Afterwards, I was left with a pleasurable ache and the feeling of being empty for the first time in hours. I wanted him again almost immediately but neither one of us was able to do anything about it. I was so glad that despite the teasing during the day and the fact that we had ended up playing roles, when he finally took me it was soft and gentle and I could see in his eyes how much he wanted me and loved me. The exertion during the day meant that we just stayed in bed for the rest of the evening, dozing and kissing when we were both alert. Our legs and arms wrapped around each other, keeping as much closeness as we could. Even if right now I couldn't get it up if I tried, I wanted every moment in his arms that I could get.

I had learned so much about myself. Not just about my submissive side, but how much making another person happy could mean to me. Particularly when it was Dave and I was making him moan in pleasure. Much as I had enjoyed being the top, I now knew I enjoyed receiving a lot more. Thankfully, we had plenty of time over the weekend to keep on playing with each other. When I woke on Saturday we were still wrapped up together. It was only the second morning of there being anything between us, but I was already very used to him being with me.

Instead of waking on my own, frustrated that the love of my life was across the hall, now I could wake with him in my arms, or me in his, and before long we would be sucking or fucking as the mood took us. My virginity almost seemed a distant memory even though it was only yesterday. Less than 24 hours since we had agreed to our relationship, I had his cock in my mouth, slowly waking him with soft kisses and licks. I heard him moan as his first indication that he was awake, and then his hand was slowly stroking through my hair while I went to work properly, soon coaxing his load from him.

When I had finished and cleaned him I moved back up his body, kissing and licking his soft skin as I went. He smiled at me when I finally came face to face with him and pulled me to him for a good morning kiss that took my breath away. Neither of us could stop smiling at each other. It was that first flush of love that I had read about so many times but never thought I could experience with the one I wanted. Soon he was returning the favour of a blowjob and my mind was blank except for the pleasure he was giving me. 

We did finally get up, and I felt muscles I never knew I'd had before complaining as I stretched out. Still, each twinge reminded me of what Dave and I had done and it was well worth it. I didn't mind the idea of even more twinges tomorrow either. That thought must have shown on my face because Dave grinned at me when he saw it, and I could tell he was thinking something very similar. Neither of us bothered dressing and we headed for a quick shower together, hands all over each other. Then it was to the kitchen for what I was now going to call refuelling, because the only reason I wanted to eat was to have more energy to have rampant sex.

'How are you feeling today?' he asked. It seemed slightly odd, and I didn't know if he was talking about my sore muscles, used asshole, our new relationship or our discoveries of yesterday. Still, the answer was the same.

'Great!' I grinned. 'I had no idea how good any of that could be even though I've thought about it a million times. Thank you.'

He looked kind of relieved. 'The reality is definitely better than the dreams, I agree!'

I did wince once, when I first sat down. My cheeks and my hole were both sore and I didn't think to sit down carefully. The barstool in the kitchen wasn't padded either, and I wished for a moment that we hadn't got quite so carried away with the spanking. Before I could give that much thought Dave was beside me, a cushion in his hand and a knowing grin on his face.

'This should help baby. I'm sorry if I hurt you.'

'It's fine, honestly. I should have thought before I sat.' Still, I did raise myself up and put the cushion between me and the hard chair. A sigh of relief left me when I settled into the softness.

'We might want to stick to the sucking for the next couple of days, give you time to recover.' he said.

The look of disappointment on my face must have been very obvious, because he started to laugh. He came close and wrapped his arms around me, gently kissing my neck and then nipping at my ear. I felt a shudder go through me and my cock reacted to his closeness despite all the time it had spent erect over the last day. Dave whispered in my ear, his warm breath teasing my body just as much as his words.

'Anything you want, love. If you want my cock, you can have it.'

I practically growled back at him, my voice full of lust. 'I want your cock. In me, right now.'

It only seemed a second before he was behind me, the lube he had collected from the bedroom in his hand.

'Stand up and hold on.'

That was all the instruction I needed and I was semi-bent over the kitchen counter and his slick fingers already inside me a moment later. It was sore but the pleasure outweighed any pain I was feeling. I moaned as I felt him opening me again ready for his cock which I knew could bring me so many wonderful feelings. When I started to hump back on his fingers he decided I was ready, and I felt his cock pressing at my entrance in their place. I just pressed back onto that as well, feeling every instant of his slow slide inside and letting out a long groan as he claimed me.

His moans joined mine as we both started to move. Slow and steady quickly gave way to fast and furious as we both quickened our pace. His lips were on my neck and shoulders, kissing me as he furiously fucked me, and his hands were in my chest hair, tugging gently at it and turning me on even more. When both hands found my nipples and started to roll and then pinch them it was too much and I came hard, shooting across the kitchen floor. I felt him swell inside me and he bit down on my shoulder as he came, marking me and making another jet of come emerge from my cock even though it was starting to flag.

When his soft member slipped from me I turned so I could kiss him hard. I wasn't sure if I could speak, but I put all my thanks and my love into the kiss, and felt his returned. It was harder to remember that only a couple of days ago this was my dream, and now it was reality. We stayed there so long kissing that our cereal was soggy and our tea cold by the time we finally turned our attention back to food. Dave just laughed when he took a sip of the cold drink, and put the kettle back on.

'You realise we now have to make a second breakfast, and clean the kitchen floor.' he said, clearly amused. 'I'm not sure I like the fact we are creating more housework. And that's not even mentioning the state of my sheets right now.'

'My bed is clean.' I replied, with a wink and a dirty grin. 

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The weekend continued as it started, with us christening every room and making a mess everywhere, but it was well worth it. When we finally curled up on Sunday I was exhausted, but I had never such a good time. I was young and in love, and getting all the sex I wanted, and who could complain about that? We managed a quick shower together before work on Monday, but we woke late and didn't have time for any action. Part of me was glad that all we could do was share kisses, because my well-used hole was sore by the end of the weekend, but every moment of discomfort just reminded me how I had spent the last three days making love with my boyfriend.

Work was even more fun when we could share knowing glances. When one of us came close to the other as we always had done there was sexual tension every time. Our eyes would meet, and we kept touching each other whenever we could. I know that his hand on me sent electricity through my body, and I was pretty sure when I did it to him he felt the same. We shared everything now and no matter how close we had been before it was nothing on the connection we had now that it was physical as well as mental.

Neither of us dared say anything to Greg or Simon, but we noticed for the first time how close they were to each other, and the little touches and smiles that might be missed by the casual observer but we were now attuned to because we did the same. Whether they had any idea about us I couldn't be sure right then. We rushed home from work at the end of the day, desperate for kisses and hugs and before very long that turned into us both getting naked and ending up in bed and finding a mutual release.

That became the pattern of every day, and I couldn't have been happier. Every morning we woke up together and there were smiles and declarations of love. Every day I sat beside him wondering exactly how we were going to make love when we got home, and when our eyes met we knew that we were both thinking the same thing and our smiles broke across our faces. I hoped our boss didn't notice because she wasn't likely to approve, especially if we didn't get our work done. 

When Friday came around we headed home and Dave fucked me before suggesting we went clubbing. I wasn't sure what to expect when he told me we were going to the gay club, but it wasn't scary in there, it just opened my eyes. We sat back observing the bar as we drank slowly, not wanting either one of us to end up so drunk we wouldn't get it up later. At least, after our first time, the no drunken sex rule was no longer in play. Dave was now sure of my feelings and knew I would regret nothing that happened.

I was amused when I saw Greg and Simon with a couple of other guys, unaware of our presence, but all over each other as they had been that day in the office. I nudged Dave but he had already seen the same and was smiling too. We watched them intermittently for a little while, more focussed on each other than them but glad to see they were obviously as happy as we were. Having seen that kiss I wasn't really in doubt, but it was nice to see that they could also express their love out of the office.

It was Dave's idea to finally take to the dancefloor, once the slow songs came on, and I willingly pressed myself close to his body and held him tight while we swayed to the music. I'd never imagined doing this, but it felt really good to be like that especially in a place where it wasn't out of the ordinary at all. In most clubs I probably wouldn't have felt confident enough to dance with my love, but here no-one noticed. I even took the opportunity to grab his ass in my hands and he gave me look of mock offence, but pressed forward to rub our hard packages together.

I grinned at Dave when I realised he was moving us across the floor, clearly heading towards where Greg and Simon were also intertwined, totally into each other. It took them a second when we finally moved alongside to notice that we were there, because they were so lost in each other. Simon caught my eye first, and the look of complete shock on his face made me giggle. Greg's didn't look much different when he saw what Simon had noticed, and before long all four of us were lost in laughter. 




A Secret Life Ch. 05



The four of us chatted for a while after the music stopped, and I managed to thank Greg and Simon for the kiss that had started everything between Dave and I. They were so pleased for us when they heard what had happened and amused that they had somehow helped kick start our relationship. A lot of secrets had come into the light following that kiss, and as I looked at my lover and saw the hunger in his eyes matching my own, and knew that we would be heading home for another weekend of loving, I knew we were both very happy they had.

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