Date: Sat, 12 Nov 2005 14:42:26 -0800 (PST) From: rimpigfl Subject: MY SECRETARY'S SON 02 THIS IS NOT my usual story venue. I don't, as most of you know, usually trespass in the world of Corporate America. However, inspiration cannot be denied. So here is the story of.... MY SECRETARY'S SON By RimPig 2005 Chapter 2 Fuck! I barely heard him over the rushing water but I was stunned! While I quickly decided not to make anything of his offer, my cock still managed to plump up again. "Hey! If you don't mind! I'll do yours then." I said. I wanted to mentally kick my own ass for that but I couldn't resist! I'd wanted to touch him ever since I'd opened the front door and saw him standing there and this was all quite innocent. Wasn't it? "Sure!" he said, grinning. Well, I thought this was all innocent but, when I turned around and Robby's hands began massaging the liquid soap into my back, my cock boned hard faster than it had since I was in my teens! I couldn't help it! It had been so long since anyone had touched me in anything approaching a sensual way, I had no defense against what happened. I wanted to pull away before Robby noticed but I just couldn't! I just couldn't stop standing there and feeling how wonderful his hands felt on me. And if it wasn't bad enough that my cock was harder than hell, the next thing I could hear was myself groaning like a fucking porn star! "Feel good?" Robby asked, quietly. "You have no fucking idea!" I groaned without even thinking. Oh, SHIT! That was not what I should have said! I knew what I needed to do was get myself under fucking control! Instead, now my fucking cock was so hard it was drippin' pre-cum like a fuckin' faucet! I tried to make it go down. I tried thinking about anything except what was happening. I thought about baseball statistics. I thought about nuns. I thought about having sex with Mrs. Walters, my sixth grade teacher who had to be the fattest woman I've ever seen - plus she had a moustache! But nothing worked! It was then that I felt it. Something hard but kind of soft, too, hit my butt. 'What the fuck was that?!' I thought. Then it hit me again and I knew! Robby was hard, too! Oh, FUCK! What the fuck did I do now?! Robby was continuing with his massage of my shoulders and then his hands began to go lower. I just stood there, harder than a rock, and let him do whatever he wanted to do. That's when it hit me! He was doing what he wanted to do! I wasn't making him do this. I wasn't touching him, he was touching me but, so far, I wasn't touching him. Of course, I'd already committed to but, so far, I wasn't. But there was still that hard boy-cock poking me in the butt. That was freaking me out. My mind started spinning at about warp-factor 7! Then it hit me! Guys Robby's age get hard in a strong wind! Just the 'touching' of another person, male or female would be enough to do it, not to mention the fact that we'd just worked out. Working out almost always gave me a hardon - from the increased blood flow. Nothing was going on here but the normal shit that happens to guy's bodies. Nothing to freak out over. His hands were moving lower, scrubbing my back with the liquid soap. He was getting closer and closer to my butt. I didn't know what he'd do at that point. I didn't know what I'd so at that point! There was nothing, actually that I could do but wait and see what he did. Well, I could always put a stop to this but, for some reason, that idea never entered my mind at the time. Later on I would realize that I had really wanted all this to happen - maybe even unconsciously prayed for it to happen - but, at the time, I was completely shocked by what was going on. He stopped, thank God, right above my ass. I say that now but, at the time, I was almost screaming in frustration. That is, until Robby turned away and called over his shoulder to me. "Your turn." he said. Looking over my shoulder to make sure that he had turned around so that he wouldn't see my hardon, I saw what had to be one of the most beautiful sights I'd ever seen in my life! Robby's front was incredible, but his back was almost heavenly! The broad muscular back that tapered down to an impossibly slender waist and then ballooned out into the most beautiful rounded and hairless 'bubble-butt' I had ever seen in my life! A butt that I would die for! A butt that had me dying to get down on my knees and worship it! A butt that made the term 'sit on my face' have a whole new meaning for me. A butt that I wanted to slide my hard cock into and fuck it until I died from the rapture and exertion! I filled my hands with liquid soap and approached him. I noticed that my hands were trembling, I was so turned on. This couldn't be happening! Never did I expect this shower to ever entertain someone so young and beautiful! Never did I expect this sensual angel to allow me to touch him! But there he stood, waiting for me to do so. I tried to get myself under control, and I might have succeeded, but the moment I touched his warm, soft skin and felt the hard muscles beneath it, I was lost! My mind could not focus on anything else. For the first time in my life, I finally understood what people meant about 'living in the moment'. There was no night, no day. There was no house, career or toys. There was no yesterday nor tomorrow. For me, there was nothing but the feel of Robby's warm, muscular body under my exploring hands. Without even knowing I was doing it, I began to massage the muscles of his neck and shoulders. He let out a deep, loud groan. So loud and deep that, for a moment, I thought I might be hurting him. "Oh! Fuck! That feels so good, Dan!" he groaned, alleviating my fears. He threw back his head like a young stallion raring and pushed back against me. That was the first time that my very hard cock came into contact with his very beautiful butt. I knew he had to feel it but he said nothing. What he did do, could not have been more shocking, however. He continued to push back against it, making it slide up against his butt as he gradually shifted his stance to where my cock was now riding the wet groove of his buns! I didn't know what to do at that moment. Luckily, my hands kept moving, massaging his muscles, as if nothing else were going on. Robby's body continue to move against mine and my cock was begin gently massaged by the cleft of his beautiful butt. "God! That feels good!" Robby exclaimed and I wasn't sure which 'massage' he was referring to. "Well, I don't know about you, but I think we need to get finished. I'm starved!" I said. As much as I would have loved to have stayed just the way we were forever, I knew that things had to go one way or the other and I wasn't ready for having sex with my secretary's son. At least not the first night we met. "Yeah. You're right. I'm starving, too." Robby said but I could hear the disappointment in his voice. I stepped away from him and turned so that my hardon wasn't visible, though why I bothered, I have no idea. After all, there was no way that Robby could not have felt it pressing between his butt-cheeks. He'd been the one to maneuver it there. Still and all, I wasn't ready to acknowledge what had just happened between us. Principally because I couldn't understand it. I was way older than he was and I couldn't understand why such a beautiful boy would find me attractive. There was also another problem which I couldn't acknowledge then, even to myself. My feelings were not just lustful. It wasn't just Robby's body that I wanted. But what I really wanted, I didn't believe could ever happen. Robby and I finished rinsing off the soap and stepped out of the shower. I handed him a big bath sheet towel and we dried ourselves. By that point, our hardons were not raging, more just 'over plumped'. Nothing to comment about or acknowledge but I found myself staring at his anyway. I also noticed him staring at mine. I slipped back into my workout shorts and Robby slipped on his tight jeans but didn't put his shirt back on. His chiseled chest, the mounds of pectoral muscles and the sight of his biceps and deltoids - not to mention his rippling six-pac - were keeping my cock well pumped with blood inside my tight gym shorts and, as far as I could tell - and as tight as his jeans were, I could tell a lot - Robby was in just about the same condition. I led him to my rather well-equipped kitchen. My mother had taught me how to cook, saying that the more you could do for yourself, the better off you were. I was very glad that she had because I had never had the experience of living with anybody so I was always on my own where food was concerned. I pulled a couple of steaks from the freezer and turned on my Jenn-Aire range with the built-in grill. I micro waved some french fries and pulled some salad from the refrigerator's crisper. The whole meal, start to finish, took less than 20 minutes. The house didn't have a dining room per se. I either ate in the kitchen, while watching TV in the media room or outside on the deck. Since it was a nice night, I led Robby out to the deck. I carried a tray with the food and a pitcher of iced tea and glasses. I might have offered Robby a beer, but he was underage and he still had to drive home that night. And since I couldn't offer him one, I wasn't about to drink one in front of him. We ate in companionable silence for a while. One thing, it was obvious that this boy could pack away the groceries! But then, what seventeen year old male can't? In what seemed no time at all, we were finished. "I can't get over how beautiful this place is." Robby said as we sat there, looking out at the woods surrounding the house. "It's very peaceful. I like that about it." I said. "When are you going to show me the rest of it?" he asked. "Now, if you'd like." I said. "Yes, I'd like very much." Robby answered. We carried in the remnants of the meal to the kitchen where I quickly loaded the dishwasher. I then took Robby on a tour of the house. We started in the garage where he was a delirious over my vehicles as I would have expected. I showed him the great room, the media room, my office and ended with my bedroom. My bedroom, besides having a large master bathroom with a Jacuzzi and combination shower-steam room, also had a private covered deck which also had a small hot- tub on it. I had a huge plasma TV on the wall across from my king-sized bed and the room had it's own surround-sound system like the media room. "I really can't believe this place. It's like a dream come true." Robby said. "Yeah. It's nice and sometimes it's fun but it can be awfully lonely." I said. Fuck! What the fuck was making me blurt out all this honesty tonight! Robby didn't need to know that. "You don't have to be lonely unless you want to be." Robby said quietly. "I'm sure you could easily find someone to share your life with." "Well, it hasn't happened yet." I said and I'm sure I didn't mask my disappointment very well. "I certainly enjoyed being here tonight." he said. "Not half as much as I've enjoyed your being here! I hope you'll come back again? I really mean that, Robby." I said. "I'd love to. You just tell me when." he smiled. "No. You just come whenever you want to. You're welcome here anytime. Anytime! I mean that." I said. "Well, at least I'll meet you here on Friday. We are going up to your cabin, right?" he asked hesitantly. "Yes we certainly are. You won't mind staying for the weekend?" I asked again to be sure. "I won't mind at all. Hell, I wish I didn't have to go home now." he grinned. "I wish you didn't either but I know your mom would worry if you didn't." I said. "Yeah, she would." he admitted. "Uhh...you gonna work out tomorrow night?" "Yeah. I work out every night. Why? You want to come by and work out with me again?" I asked, totally shocked that he was putting things out there so boldly. "Yeah. If you don't mind, that is?" he asked, hesitantly. "I told you, you're welcome here anytime." I reiterated. "Okay, then I'll see you tomorrow night." he said. We shook hands and again, we held each other's hand much longer than would be customary between two guys. I knew what I wanted to do was to kiss him. But fuck, what I really wanted was to drag him to my bed and make love to him all night long! I couldn't do that so I stood there in the open doorway and watched until I couldn't see his red tail lights anymore and then closed up the house and tried to sleep. I say tried because I ended up jacking off three times that night before I was finally exhausted enough to pass out and stop thinking about him. The next two nights were repeats of the same situation. Robby would come over, we'd work out, shower, get hardons, ignore them, have dinner and talk. Each night, however, Robby seemed to open up just a little bit more. I learned that he had participated in sports until this year. He'd quit because he said he wanted to concentrate on his studies but I knew that wasn't the case because one of the things that Diane was worried about was his grades which had slipped. They weren't 'bad' but they had gone from excellent to average or above. When I asked him about this, he rather sheepishly replied that he just couldn't bring himself to care about them anymore. "Why not?" I asked. "Because I'm not going to go to college." he said. "But why not?" I asked. "Because it's not what I want to do with my life. You wouldn't understand." he said. "Try me. Tell me what it is you want to do." I said. "I want to work with wood." he said. "You mean be a carpenter?" I asked. "Well, yeah, kind of. I don't want to build houses or stuff like that. I want to make furniture." he said. "Oh, you want to be like a cabinet maker." I said. "Yeah! That's right. I want to make cabinets and bookcases and tables - all those kind of things." he said and I could see his eyes light up and gleam. It was obvious that this was something that really was his hearts desire. "So how are you going to do that?" I asked. "There's a old guy named Carl Dawson over in the next town. He's been making furniture for almost forty years. He's offered to take me on as an apprentice. I've been working there, off and on, for the last year." he said. "Funny, your mother's never mentioned anything about this." I said. "She doesn't know." he said quietly. "Please don't tell her. You see, she's always wished that she had gone to college and she wants me to go. Keeps on me all the time about it. But I don't want to go! I just don't know how to tell her." "Robby, I think your mom is a great lady. I think she should have gone to college. But you have to live your own life. You have to do what you want to do. You can't live your life for her." I said. "That's easy for you to say, you went to college." he said morosely. "Yeah? And what make you think my parents wanted me to?" I asked. "They didn't?" he looked up at me in amazement - we were once again sitting out on the deck after dinner. "No one in my family had ever been to college. We'd always been dirt poor. They wanted me to go into a trade, become a plumber or an electrician or something." I said. "No shit?! They must be proud of you now!" he said. "Well...I'm not so sure that's true. My family has always been 'blue collar' - labor. I don't think they're real comfortable with me being in management." I said. "I guess I can see that, but still, they've got to be impressed with what you've accomplished!" he insisted. "I doubt that they are. I mean, all they keep asking about is when I'm going to get married and have kids. They don't ever ask about my career." I told him. "So...uhh...what do you tell them?" he asked quietly. "Generally, I just lie to them and say that I'll get around to it eventually." I said. "But you will, won't you?" he asked. "Not if I can help it!" I snorted disgustedly. "You don't want to get married?" he asked, his eyes all big in surprise. "Well...no. Not the way they look at it. I would love to fall in love. I would love to have a partner. But I'm not interested in kids or any of that stuff." I said, getting as close to the truth as I could. Robby was silent for a while. I thought maybe I'd blown it with him. Maybe he'd figured out the real reason I wasn't interested in getting married but then he finally looked at me. "That's exactly what I want. I want to find someone to love who loves me. I'm not interested in having kids. I want it to be just the two of us - sharing our lives, loving each other, making each other happy. But people don't understand that." he said quietly. "They sure as shit don't!" I said. "But you do, don't you." he made it a statement of fact, not a question. "Yeah. I understand. We're both looking for something that's almost impossible to find - our 'soul-mate' some people call it. There's only one difference between us - you expect to find it and I don't." I said. "But you could be wrong, couldn't you?" he asked. "Wouldn't be the first time! Yeah. I could be wrong." I said. For some reason he grinned at this. Maybe he was like me at his age - loved to hear people older actually admit they could be wrong. It didn't happen all that often. Every night, he'd go home and I'd spend hours trying to convince myself that nothing was happening between us - despite my constantly having to jack-off because the very thought of him gave me the hardon-from-hell! It was Friday morning, the day that Robby and I were supposed to head up to my cabin that I got some inkling of just how intense things were growing between Robby and me. Diane came to work all smiles. She came in my office and walked around the desk, threw her arms around my neck and kissed me on the cheek! This was something she had NEVER done! "What was that for?!" I asked, completely nonplused by her actions. "You are a miracle worker!" she exclaimed. "What do you mean?" I asked. "I haven't seen Robby this happy in years! He's smiling all the time, whistling or humming - he's like a completely different boy! Or rather, it's like he's his old self again! The only difference being is that he is constantly talking about YOU! He's all the time saying things like 'Well, Dan says this' or 'Dan says that'. If I didn't know better, I'd say he was in love with you!" she laughed. 'Oh, SHIT!' I thought to myself. 'You have no idea what you're saying, lady!' Fuck! What was I going to do? I knew that this shouldn't come as any big surprise but it did! I never expected Robby to have feelings for me. Well...if I'd thought about it, I probably should have. After all, he didn't have a father, wasn't close to any adult males. 'That's what it was,' I tried to convince myself, 'he sees me as kind of a big brother/father figure.' At least, that's what I hoped. I mean, what the fuck would I do if he was 'in love' with me?! 'Yeah? What the fuck are you gonna do about being in love with him?!', my pain-in-the-ass mind screamed at me. That was something I didn't ever want to think about! EVER! I laughed with her, though not very heartily. "I'm no miracle worker. I just gave Robby someplace where he could vent." I said. "Well, whatever you're doing, please keep it up! I really don't remember when he's been this happy." she smiled. "He couldn't stop talking about going up to your cabin today. He's so looking forward to it!" Yeah! The weekend! I'd almost wanted to call it off! It was bad enough when he was at the house for just a few hours! How was I going to spend all weekend with him in my cabin, up in the mountains, far away from everybody? I'd barely managed to keep my hands off him as it was! What was spending all that time alone together going to do?! But I couldn't call it off! I couldn't disappoint him that way. Ahh! Fuck! Who was I kidding! I couldn't disappoint MYSELF that way! What Diane didn't know was I hadn't looked forward to anything like I was anticipating this weekend in a long, long time! THAT should have given me a clue, but no! I was, like most males, totally clueless when it came to my own feelings! "Yeah, well...it's not going to be just fun. We've got a lot of work to get done up there." I said, trying desperately not to make this sound like I was taking her little boy away for the weekend to molest him like some pervert. "Oh, I know that! Robby is a very hard worker! You should see some of the things he makes in the basement! He's turned it into almost a wood-working shop! He spends hours down there making things - having them come out perfect! Well, at least he did before he started going over to your place every night." she said. "I can't thank you enough for that! I only hope he's not bothering you." 'Bothering me? FUCK, YES! He's BOTHERING ME!' I wanted to scream! I couldn't sleep at night for thinking about him. I was having trouble concentrating here at work because I was thinking about him, and - worst of all - I went around with my damned cock as hard as it would get in high school, most of the time, just from thinking about him! I had to take to wearing a jock all the time to keep it from showing in my pants! Bothering me?! You're damned right, lady! You're son is driving me practically INSANE! "No, Diane! He's no bother at all! I enjoy having him there!" I lied through my teeth! Well, not exactly a lie. I did enjoy having him around, even though it was like the torture of the damned! I lived for the shower each night when I could at least touch him! And he kept doing that thing where he'd back into me and my cock would be slipping up the cleft of his butt! That just about drove me 'round the bend! I wonder if Robby had any fucking idea how bad I wanted to fuck him? Nah! He couldn't have or he wouldn't do that! I'm not a violent guy but I was starting to understand why guys sometimes got raped! God knows, I had no idea how I had kept from just throwing him down on the floor of the shower and shoving my cock up his beautiful ass! The only reason I could think of was that I would rather cut off my dick than ever hurt him. By noon, I was worthless! I couldn't concentrate on anything. I couldn't get Robby and the coming weekend off my mind. I finally gave up and told Diane that I was going home to pack and wait for Robby. When I drove up to the house, the first thing I saw was Robby's truck sitting there. I had no idea how long he'd been there but I knew that school wasn't out yet. I figured that for around two in the afternoon. He didn't have a key to the house so I wondered where he could be. I went out of the garage and walked around the side of the house. When I got to the back, I stopped dead and just stared. There he was, laid out on one of the lounge chairs, completely naked and sunning himself in the warm sunshine. In fact, it looked like he was asleep, laying on his stomach, his legs slightly spread and his beautiful ass pertly sticking up. The view of him this way was breathtaking! I stood there for quite a while, just looking at him, drinking in the beauty of a young male! My cock, of course, was hard as a rock and dripping in my jock. My guts ached to see him this way. What I wanted more than anything in the world at that moment was to touch him! To feel his soft skin and his hard muscles. To make love to him for hours and hours! It was then that I began to realize just how bad this had gotten to me! I knew that I was starting to fall for him - in a way I'd never fallen for anybody in my life. It frightened me beyond belief! I just didn't know what the fuck to do about it! I wanted him and, God knows, there was every indication that he wanted me though, for the life of me, I couldn't understand why! I slowly walked over to the lounge where he was laying and sat down on the one next to it. Up close, he was even more breathtakingly beautiful! Especially because he was asleep. I could see the gentle rise and fall of his breathing and could note the relaxation in his face. He seemed to be a boy and a man, both at the same time. I could see the boy that I had first viewed in the pictures on his mother's desk but I could see the man he was rapidly becoming - a man that I was afraid I was coming to deeply care about - something I had never expected or wanted to happen! But I couldn't help myself! He was so beautiful but he was also so kind and loving and intelligent and all the things I never expected to find in another of my own sex. When I'd sat there staring at his sleeping form as long as I could stand it, I finally reached out and gently touched his muscular shoulder. As the hot lightening bolt shot up my arm as it always did when I touched him, he slowly opened his beautiful blue eyes and smiled at me. "Wake up, sleepyhead." I said gently. "Hope you don't mind, I decided to work on a tan while the weather is still warm." he said, sleep making his voice somewhat husky. "I don't mind but why are you here so early? School can't be out yet, can it?" I asked. "It is for me. I'm a senior and I've already taken most of what I'm required to graduate. My afternoons are just three hours of wood shop. The teacher and I are on really good terms and when I explained about working this weekend, he let me take off from class. It's really okay. I'm further along than any of the other students anyway." he said. "I'll bet your are. After all, it's what you want to do with your life. I'm sure none of the others feel about it the way that you do." I said. "Do you think I'm wrong?" he asked. "To want to work with wood and make furniture?" "First of all, that's not a decision for me to make. Your life is your life. Secondly, I don't think you can ever be wrong when you follow your passion." I said. Now THERE was an interesting little piece of advice coming from me! After all, I had buried my passion as deep and as long as I could in my life! Sacrificing my desires to build a career! Never allowing the need for love, sex and companionship EVER get in the way of my driving ambition to make it to the top of the mountain and have all the toys in the universe! 'What a fucking hypocrite you are!' my ever obnoxious mind screamed at me. "I just know that my mom is going to have a cow when she finds out." he said, morosely. "Well...maybe I can help with that. After all, if you have my support, it's going to be hard for her to completely dismiss your desires. And besides, remember in about a month's time, you're going to be legally an adult and can make your own decisions." I said. "But what if she throws me out of the house! I've heard of parents doing that when you don't do what they think you ought to do!" he said, and I could see the fear in his eyes. Evidently, this was something that he'd thought a lot about - something that had been bothering him, a lot. Maybe, even, the key to all the difficulty he'd been having with her that had her seek me out to talk to him in the first place! I could hear the tremendous fear in his voice as well as being able to see the fear in his eyes. I hated seeing him like this! Hated the idea of the pain he must be in! Without thinking, my mouth opened and I heard myself saying something that shocked me to my very core! "If that were to happen, you'd just come live with me." OH MY FUCKING GOD!!! I didn't just say that, did I?! Oh, shit! What the fuck was the matter with me! I had to be going crazy to say something like THAT! After all, how in fucking hell could I maintain any kind of business relationship with Diane if she threw her son out of the house and he came and lived with me? And how long would it take her to figure out why?! Figure out that I was so attracted to her son, I practically became a babbling idiot when I was around him! "Oh, DAN! Do you mean that?!" Robby exclaimed, rising up off the chaise lounge. Suddenly, I was experiencing the full-frontal physical attack of a naked and exuberant seventeen year old male who grabbed me and hugged me so tightly I thought I was going to pass out from lack of breath - so tightly was he squeezing my chest! I didn't know what to do at that point and just naturally put my arms around him, holding him to me. Robby and I had never touched like this! We'd washed each other's backs in the shower each night but when he left, we shook hands. There had been not even the hint of any type of affection between us. Yet, here he was, in my arms, holding onto to me tightly as I found myself holding and caressing him. My mind was registering that it felt better even than I had dreamed about it and my body was registering it by making my cock so hard that it was about to be bent and crushed by the awkward position this hug had me in. "Oh, thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" Robby exclaimed as he buried his face in my chest. 'Oh, good one, asshole! Now what are you going to do?!' my mind continued to torment me. My answer to that question, however, was quite simple. I would keep my word to Robby, no matter what it cost me. It was just one of those 'things' about me. Once I had given my word, even if it was done hastily with too little thought, I would keep my word - no matter what! And, truth be told, it certainly would be no hardship to have Robby around me all the time. It certainly wouldn't hurt me if he didn't have to go home every night after we'd worked out and eaten dinner. No! That would be totally and completely wonderful! "You do mean it, don't you?" he asked, pulling his worried face from my chest and looking deeply into my eyes. "I always mean what I say." I repeated. At that, he smiled at me. "Yeah. I know." he said quietly. "But enough of this!" I said, taking him by the shoulders and separating us somewhat. "It's time we headed for the cabin." He grinned at me and let me go. We gathered our stuff and hopped into the Ferrari and headed to the cabin. Luckily, neither of us had more than a small duffle, except for Robby's fishing gear, for while the Testarossa is probably the definitive 'sports car' of the last fifty years, it was exactly that - a sports car! It had very little in the way of luggage room. That, however, didn't bother me and it certainly didn't bother Robby who was totally gone over the idea of just riding in it. There are certain cars which guys claim are 'chick magnets' and I realized that the Testarossa was probably one of them. However, I also knew that it was a 'boy magnet' as well. Everywhere I drove it, guys would gather to look it over. And oftentimes, the guys were as beautiful as the car! While I had never used it to actually get me laid, I knew in my heart that, had I wanted to, it would have done that for me. What it did for me then was to get Robby and I to the cabin much quicker than almost any other vehicle on the road could have. You don't own a Ferrari to drive it sedately! We arrived at the so-called 'cabin' in mid-afternoon. When we finally reached it, I watched in pleasure as Robby's eyes bugged out of his head at the structure of the cabin. It was a two-story 'A' frame with almost completely glass walls on both sides of the sloping roof. "Oh, fuck! How cool!" Robby exclaimed seeing the cabin. "That's not at all what I expected a cabin to look like!" I chuckled. "Yeah, I know. But I saw one like this one time when I was skiing and decided if I could ever afford it, I was going to have one like it. Wait 'til you see the view from the loft." I said. We got our stuff out of the car and I led him into the cabin. I showed him the workout area with all Nautilus equipment and a small sauna and steam room. I also showed him the miniature lap pool where you swam against flowing water which created resistance. I also showed him the large shower, not quite as big as the one in my house but certainly big enough for the two of us. I also showed him the Jacuzzi as well as the outdoor hot-tub. The main floor of the cabin had no walls so it was one large room. The loft was where my bed was, king-sized and overlooking the view of the lake and the mountains beyond it. It dawned on Robby before it did me that the only bed in the house was the loft. "Uhh...do we share the bed?" he asked. "Uhh...well...if you don't want to, you could always sleep on the sofa downstairs. I'm sorry, it didn't even dawn on me. You see, you're the only person who's ever been here other than me." I said. He grinned at me at this. "Really! No one else? I'm really honored!" he said. I grinned back but couldn't think of anything to say. "I'll be glad to share the bed with you - that is, if you don't mind." he said shyly. "I don't mind at all. It's king-sized. I'm sure it will handle the two of us." I said. 'Oh, FUCK! How the fuck am I going to be in the same bed with him and keep my hands to myself?!' I thought. Then a very strange thought went through my head. 'Maybe he doesn't want you to keep your hands to yourself?'. I figured that was just wishful thinking. "Have you...uhh...ever slept with somebody else?" he asked, shyly. "A very long time ago." I said. "I never have. Was she beautiful?" he asked. "He was very handsome. He was my best friend in college." I said. "Oh." He looked at me in shock and then he grinned at me. But he didn't say anything. "Well, let's go downstairs and I'll make us something to eat. I take it you didn't have lunch?" I asked. "No, I didn't." he admitted. We hit the kitchen and I made sandwiches and some canned soup. There was a country store several miles down the road and I had a deal with the old guy who owned it to stock the kitchen whenever I called him that I was going to be at the cabin. I also had a large freezer that held both frozen vegetables and meat. After lunch, we started working, getting the cabin ready for winter. Even though the first leaves hadn't turned yet, fall came much to quickly and turned to winter in an instant in the mountains. We began by gathering and chopping wood for the fireplace in the living room. There was a Franklin stove in the loft but I burned coal in it for a more constant and even heat. We worked hard the rest of the afternoon, putting up two cords of wood. We then worked out and swam and ended up in the steam room, both of us too exhausted to speak - but not too exhausted to shower and wash each other's back. Nor, evidently, too tired to both get hard doing it - as usual. I cooked dinner for us and I offered to play a DVD on the entertainment system. I put on one of my favorite films, "Top Gun" but it was about half-way through the film when I noticed that Robby had dropped off to sleep. I cut the film off and shook him awake. "Let's go to bed." I said. "Yeah! I'm sorry! I don't know what happened to me." he smiled sheepishly. "You had a big day with a lot more physical labor than you're used to. More than I'm used to, too." I smiled back. We climbed to the loft and I started to undress. It was then I realized - I slept in the nude! "Uhh...what do you usually sleep in?" I asked Robby hesitantly. "Usually nothing." he said. "Yeah. Me, too." I said. "That won't bother you will it?" "No, why should it? We've seen each other naked in the shower." he smiled. "Yeah. We have." I said, stupidly. So within a few minutes, there we were, naked in the same bed next to each other. We both lay there on our back, our hands behind our heads, just a few inches from each other. "I guess we should get some sleep." I said, turning over away from him. "Yeah, I guess we should." I heard him say and then heard him roll over as well. I reached up and turned off the light. "Good night, Robby." I said quietly. "Good night, Dan." he said sleepily. I didn't think I would sleep at all but within moments I was deeply asleep. I just didn't stay that way. The End of Chapter 2 of MY SECRETARY'S SON If you liked the story, please write me at rimpigfl@yahoo.com I have over 60 stories on the Nifty website. If you'd like a complete listing of them, write me and I'll be glad to send it to you. I WILL NO LONGER HAVE A NOTIFY LIST!!! 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