Date: Tue, 23 Jun 2009 13:05:43 -0700 (PDT)
From: Marc McClean <mj_mclean2001@yahoo.com>
Subject: Undercover Truth, Part I

This is an erotic story about man-to-man sexual activities. If you are
offended by such material, too young to read such, or it is illegal in your
community, stop here and find something that won't get you in trouble.
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UNDERCOVER TRUTH

By M.J. McLean

Chapter 1

Jets of hot water pounded my sore back muscles, but it was hardly enough to
make a difference, no matter how I twisted the dial on the massager. I was
that sore.  I rocked sideways slowly, letting the water trace a path from
one shoulder to the other.

I sighed.  Moving was for college students and starving grads, not for
thirtysomething advertising execs. I never expected to be dragging
furniture and lugging boxes up and down stairs, but the move was temporary
and limited to essentials, so hiring movers seemed a bit much.

But Ben insisted we could do it ourselves. I agreed, in no small part, I
realized, because somewhere deep inside, I harbored some fantasy of
collapsing on the couch, sweaty, tired, and an equally sweaty, tired and
grateful Ben would collapse next to me and we'd wind up sweaty, tired and
naked.

Naked and entwined, on the couch, on the floor, a room-by-room tour. I
pulled the shower massager from the wall and directed the water jets at my
chest, on my nipples, which hardened as I rubbed them with the other hand.

I closed my eyes. I saw Ben leaning against the doorway to my bedroom.
Sweat dripped from his nipples, matting the light dusting of hair on his
chest. I saw him look down slightly. His cock bounced gently, hard,
glistening a little on the tip.  He ran fingers through what I imagined was
a neatly trimmed bush. I saw him trace a finger on the underside of his
erection. He shivered a little as he found the slit and collected a tiny
drop of precum. He tasted it.

I had aimed the shower massager at my cock, which was growing under the
jets. I aimed the stream at my balls and found a pleasure spot. I saw
myself falling to my knees, looking up into Ben's brown eyes. I moved
closer and felt Ben's cock poke me in the eye. We both giggled. I opened my
lips ... the water was pounding my cock ... I moved in ... and ...

No. No. I quickly reached around and twisted the lever until the water
turned cold. I jumped, even though I knew it was coming. My cock began to
shrink. I rinsed off the rest of the soap and turned off the water.

I stood in the shower for a minute, confused. The condo was quiet enough, I
could hear Ben moving around in the other bathroom. The water in that
shower went on. He'd been waiting for me to finish. I opened the shower
door and grabbed a towel.

The object of my lust was in the next room, naked as I was, in the shower.
And there was nothing I could do about it. Not if I wanted to salvage some
self-respect, much less my friendship with Ben. He was vulnerable, he was
tired. He was spoken for, even if the speaker was half a hemisphere away.

Damn my ethics. I dried off and went through my nighttime rituals. Brushing
teeth, moisturizing face, touch-ups to the goatee, the pits, the pubes with
the small shaver.

The next couple of months could be torture if I weren't careful. I needed
to resolve right now that I would respect Ben and his relationship. As far
as I was concerned, we were brothers. Except I never wanted to fuck my
brother.

I'd known Ben for about two years. He joined the ad shop as a junior
account exec and excelled immediately. We hit it off from the start,
spotting each other as family. We shared common interests, laughed at the
same things, enjoyed food and wine. The biggest difference between us: Ben
lived with his partner of four years, a history professor at the
university.

The three of us went out often, but Adam was a little standoffish with
me. Ben said he was a typical college professor, a little shy, reserved. I
wanted to add `jealous,' because that's what it seemed like sometimes, but
I kept my mouth shut.

About six weeks ago, Adam was given an opportunity to teach for a semester
in London and Ben encouraged him to go. I promised Adam I'd watch over Ben
and I got the idea that almost caused Adam to reconsider, but he left.

About a week afterward, Adam's sister showed up at the house Ben and Adam
shared, a house Ben and the sister had inherited from their parents. The
sister was married and living in the next state in a much bigger house, or
was, until she caught her husband cheating and left him.

Marcie informed Ben she was moving in the house. It took more than an hour
on the phone with Adam to convince Marcie she had to let Ben stay there,
but she proceeded to make co-habitation miserable.

One day at the office, Ben pulled my aside and told me, on the edge of
tears, that he couldn't take living with Marcie anymore and he didn't know
what he could do.  Without hesitating, I told him he would move in with me
until Adam returned. He protested, weakly, but I insisted and he agreed
gratefully.

And so we moved his things into the junior suite of my three-bedroom
condo. I could feel the relief wash over Ben as he sat on his bed, free of
Marcie's tirades. He thanked me profusely and promised he'd be no trouble.

As if. I walked out of the bathroom and started to turn the covers down. I
heard a knock at the door and was about to say `come in' when I realized I
was naked. Of course I was. I slept naked. But if I was going to keep my
vow, I needed to remove any hint of temptation. I would have to wear
something to bed as long as Ben was here. It sounded silly, but I was tired
and weak. I grabbed a pair of boxers from the drawer and yanked them on as
I opened the door.

Ben stood in a pair of fleece workout shorts. My heart quickened for a
moment as I saw his chest, glistening still from the shower. He'd yanked
off his shirt earlier, but I hadn't looked this closely. His muscles were
nicely defined, but not overly so. A small trail of hair vanished into the
shorts.

"I just wanted to thank you again, Gregg. You don't know how much this
means to me," Ben said.

"I have an idea," I said. "You're welcome to stay as long as you need
to. You're free of that bitch."

Ben smiled and then moved toward me awkwardly, embracing me. I felt his
warm, damp skin against mine and I felt my cock stir and I tried to turn
the hug into a straight bro hug, our hips far enough apart to hide my
response. I don't think he noticed.  He broke the embrace.

"Well, good night. Thanks again."

"G'night, Ben. Sleep well."

I crawled into bed and turned out the light. Without thinking, I slid my
hands under the waistband of my boxers and fondled my half-hard cock. The
house was quiet for a few moments, then I heard the faint sound of a
voice. Ben was on the phone, almost certainly with Adam.

I tried to listen for words, but he was too far away. I slid out of bed and
quietly cracked my door open a little. I still couldn't make out words, but
the sounds and the rhythms were clearer and after laying still in bed, it
hit me: They were having phone sex. The moans and mmmms were unmistakable.

A chill went through me as I realized Ben was jerking off in the other
room. It had never crossed my mind, but he was young, gay, horny, away from
his lover -- he would have needs and he was taking care of it right now.

My cock was hardening without any other help. I pushed my boxers down and,
warning myself that this was wrong and I would burn for it, I began to
stroke, listening to Ben's noises as he did the same thing. I was hard now
and I returned to my shower fantasy, back on my knees in front of Ben. I
let his cock slide onto my tongue and into my mouth, felt his hands in my
hair. The moans from the other room became the moans in my scene. I stroked
faster as I imagined Ben's cock in my mouth. I saw myself sucking hungrily,
grabbing on to his ass to pull him closer.

In my fantasy, Ben pulled me up and thrust his tongue into my mouth,
grinding his cock into mine as we kissed. I stroked faster as I the moans
from the other room intensified. I saw Ben fall to his knees and swallow my
cock. My hips bucked as I got closer. I heard one final sound from the
other room and then nothing. I froze, my cock throbbing, and then I could
wait no more. I shuddered as I shot a stream of cum onto my stomach and
chest and I practically bit my lip off to stay silent.

After a moment, I heard another sound. Running water in the other
bathroom. Ben was cleaning up. Then an unexpected sound: the closing of a
door. Whether he'd meant to or not, Ben had left his bedroom door ajar,
which is how I heard what I did.

I stayed still for a few minutes more, the cum oozing down my sides. When I
thought it safe, I tiptoed to my bathroom and used the damp towel to wipe
myself off. Then I returned to bed and slept fitfully. My willpower was off
to a less-then-stellar start.

* * * * *

Over the next couple of weeks, Ben and I settled into a comfortable
routine. I kept to my promise. Hands off. I still found Ben in my jerk-off
fantasies, but I decided that was a suitable compromise. Maybe instead of
brothers, we were distant cousins.

We were both working a lot of long hours on accounts, which was one reason
I wasn't trying to date at the time. We went out on weekends -- as friends
-- but I wasn't in the mood for one-night tricks.

Ben and Adam continued to talk on the phone, but I made sure my door was
closed and I kept the TV on low to avoid temptation. At some point, I
decided it was silly to worry about how I slept and I returned to climbing
into bed naked every night, a pair of boxers within reach.

One night, I was just about to fall asleep, when I heard Ben's voice louder
than usual.  There were words for a few minutes, then nothing. I heard Ben
open his door and pad out to the kitchen and then return to his room. He
closed his door loudly.

The next morning was Saturday and, for a change, I didn't have to work. I
got up and made coffee and was slicing bagels when Ben staggered out, fully
dressed, though unshaven and a little worse for wear.

"You got to work today, Ben?"

He grunted.  "If I don't, I'll never catch up on this one." His mood was
dour.

"You OK?"

He paused and poured a mug of coffee. "Adam and I ... we had an argument
last night and I didn't sleep."

"Do you really have to go into the office?"

"It'll help occupy my head with something else. It's probably best." Ben
left the mug on the counter, untouched. "I'm gonna go. I'm fine,
really. Nothing I haven't dealt with before. Enjoy your day off, OK? Do
something fun for me."

I was worried, but couldn't think of anything I could do. The "fun" I had
for the both of us was getting the oil changed in my car and discovering
that I needed a new tire and, with your car, sir, you should really replace
all four.

Dandy.

On the way home finally, I got a text from Ben that he was working late and
then had an errand to complete. Don't wait up, he wrote.

I got Chinese take-out and gorged myself before retiring early. I stripped
and put a favorite movie in the DVD machine, then climbed under the
covers. The day had turned chilly and I loved the feel of the comforter to
keep me warm.

About 10 minutes into the movie, I heard Ben return home. Something dropped
onto the floor and after a few seconds, I heard a knock at the door. Ben
stuck his head in.

"Hey, Greggy, I'm home finally." He looked exhausted.

I paused the movie. "Are you OK, sweetie? You're awfully late."

"Yeah, I'm tired. I had to get some stuff from Adam's house. There's still
a few boxes in my car, but they'll keep." He glanced at the TV. "Oh my god,
that's my favorite movie! I didn't know you had it on disc. I can't wait
`til I get all my DVDs again. It's been too long since I watched it."

Without thinking, I said: "You don't have to wait. Come watch it with
me. I'll start it over."

Ben's eyes brightened immediately. "You wanna take it out to the big screen
in the living room?"

"Nah, I'm too comfortable," I said, wishing for the sake of my vow I
hadn't. "Just come watch it in here."

"OK, hold on, I'll be right back!"

I restarted the movie and a few minutes later, Ben returned with a bottle
of wine and two glasses. He wore his gray sleeping shorts. My heart
quickened and my cock twitched. Careful, Greggy, Careful.

Ben crawled onto the bed and poured wine as the move started. He adjusted
the extra pillows and settled into watch. We quickly drained the wine
bottle.

About halfway through the movie, Ben shivered a little. "It's kind of
chilly in here.  I'm going to go get a quilt from my room."

"Don't bother," I said, clearly ignoring a chorus of inner voices. "Just
climb under the comforter."

Ben shrugged and I could feel my cock grow again as he climbed in bed with
me. He squirmed and got comfortable. The movie neared an end and Ben nodded
a little.  He moved under the covers, trying to find a comfortable
position. He got closer to me as he shifted and then I felt his hand brush
my naked hip as he pulled his hand up.

"Gregg, are you naked under there?" Ben said, his voice a little slurred
from the wine.  "You're naked, aren't you?"

My face reddened. "Yeah. I sleep naked. I was ready for bed when you got
here, that's all. I can put something on if you want." I looked for my
boxers.

Ben gave me an odd look and I wasn't sure how to read it at first. Then I
saw him squirm and shift some more and suddenly he pulled a hand out from
under the covers and tossed his sleep shorts aside. Now I could read the
look.

In a split second I made a decision. I reached over and touched Ben's
thigh. "Well, well, well, Ben, I do believe you're naked too." I scooted
closer and kept my hand on his hip.

"I guess I am," he said, his voice thick, his eyes piercing mine.

"You know, some people might think this is kind of gay, two guys naked in
bed together." I moved closer still and let my hand wander until I found
Ben's belly button and that little trail.

He traced his fingers across my stomach and used his foot to nudge mine.
"Yeah, I think they'd think it was really gay if the two guys were, you
know, feeling each other up. Or doing this." He move his hand down until it
found my hard dick and he smiled as he gripped it.

"Oh, god," I gasped. I found Ben's cock, which was nearly erect. I moved my
leg over his and rubbed our legs together. I stared into Ben's eyes and
moved my head closer to his. I blew into his air little and he shivered.  I
leaned in closer and flicked my tongue on his earlobe.

In a quick move, Ben turned and pulled me to him. He kissed me tentatively,
his lips grazing mine, then he kissed me harder, his tongue pushing toward
mine. I pulled him onto me and our mouths connected with the hunger I'd
felt for weeks, months even.

We kicked the comforter away and I took in Ben's nakedness as it writhed
against mine. I felt him grind his cock into mine and I wrapped my legs
around his and began to thrust upward. We kissed deeply and our hands dug
into each other.

Ben took my arms and pinned them against the pillows and attacked my lips
again with his.  Then he sat up and looked down at me. He moved until he
could find both our cocks and he began stroking them together, his hips
moving in rhythm, his eyes devouring the rest of me.

He slid lower and in one movement, took my cock into his mouth. I felt his
teeth graze my shaft as he took it deeply into his mouth, sucking wildly.
My hips bucked.  My fantasy unfolded in front of me. The consequences felt
leagues away.

Ben looked up at me. "Fuck me, Gregg. I want to feel you fuck me. I want to
ride you right here." He almost snarled the words and my cock jumped. I
rummaged in the nightstand and found a condom and lube.

I ripped the package open and Ben snatched the rubber. He rolled it onto my
hard dick and slathered it with lube. He took a finger full and reached
around to his ass. Then he rose up on his knees and scooted up until my
cock throbbed against his ass cheeks.

He slowly lowered himself onto my cock. He winced as it slid in and then he
paused, squirming as I filled him.

I finally got a good look at Ben's throbbing dick. I could see know he was
uncut. He was an inch or two longer than me and a little fatter. His bush
was as neatly trimmed as I'd imagined. I reached to grab it, but Ben shook
his head. "Later," he whispered. Then he began to ride me.

He slid his ass up and down on my cock, using his hips to control the
movements, his ass muscles to squeeze. He closed his eyes and began to
stroke his cock, matching the movements of his hips. He looked at me again,
licking his lips.

He writhed faster and started to pause a little each time he pushed my cock
deep inside him. He was prolonging it, but I couldn't wait much more.

"Ride me, Ben, ride my hard cock!" I locked his gaze again and he resumed
the quick thrusts. I reached up and took his hands, our fingers
interlocking. Suddenly, I could hold it mo more.

"I'm gonna shoot!" I cried. My body tensed and shuddered as I began to
come. Ben twisted and rode me faster. As I felt the final spurt inside the
condom, I pulled Ben down and pushed my tongue into his moth. He thrust his
cock against my stomach and I pulled him to me. He thrust a few more times,
then froze.

"Oh, god, Gregg, I'm ... " I felt the warm cum spurt onto my stomach and I
kissed him more deeply. We stayed that way for a few minutes, hot, sticky,
cum dripping from his cock, the condom on mine starting to slide off.

Finally, I found the boxers and wiped the cum as best as I could, disposing
of the condom.  Ben kissed me and fell back on the bed.

"You wanna shower?" I asked.

"No, just wanna sleep," he said, and within moments, he was snoring softly.

I dampened a towel and cleaned myself and as much of Ben as I could without
waking him, then I climbed in bed. I forced from my head any thoughts about
what I'd done -- what we'd done -- and I surprisingly fell asleep.

Sunday morning arrived late, at least for me. I opened my eyes and recalled
the night before. I turned to see Ben ... but he was gone. I called out,
but the condo was still. Shit. I knew I'd crossed a line, even if Ben was
apparently a willing companion.

I staggered out to the kitchen. Boxes were stacked in the entry way. He'd
managed to unload his car without waking to me.  It struck me: He'd moved
out of Adam's house. He was in trouble. And I fucked him when he needed a
friend.

There was a note on the whiteboard where we made grocery lists.

"Gregg," it said. "Out for a drive. Not sure when I'll be back. Don't wait
up. --B."


TO BE CONTINUED