Date: Sun, 13 Nov 2005 13:07:46 -0800 (PST) From: rimpigfl Subject: MY SECRETARY'S SON 03 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 3 I awoke sometime in the middle of the night, I wasn't sure when until I looked at the clock - almost three-thirty. The first thing I noticed was that I was alone in bed. Robby was gone and I had no idea where. I got up out of bed and started down the steps from the loft. I noticed that there were no lights on in the cabin and I thought about calling out to Robby but for some reason decided not to. Maybe he was just in the bathroom, I thought but, when I checked, the bathroom was empty. It was then I noticed that the sliding glass doors to the back deck, which overlooked the lake, were open. I quietly stepped outside and was stunned by what I saw! The moon was full and was drenching everything on the deck with bright silver light - including a naked Robby, standing there, his huge cock in his hand, slowly jacking off! I stood rooted to the spot, unable to look away as Robby pleasured himself. I watched eagerly as one hand roamed over his muscular chest, rubbing his pecs and occasionally pulling on one of his tiny nipples while the other hand slowly slid the foreskin forward and back over his cockhead. It was not the first time I'd noticed that Robby was uncut but it was the first time I'd ever seen any male with foreskin masturbate - and I was fascinated. One thing I noticed was that he would change hand positions periodically. Sometimes his hand would be in the position that I (and almost every guy I'd ever seen jack off) used - index finger and thumb near the head, the rest of the fingers around the shaft running back toward the body. Then he would switch, so that his hand was 'backwards' - index finger and thumb circling the base of his cock while the rest of his fingers curled around his shaft heading for the cockhead. Whichever way his hand was, he kept pulling the skin up and back over the head of his cock. I could hear the soft 'slap-slap' of skin against skin and the equally soft moans he was making, standing there at the edge of the deck. My own cock instantly boned at the beautiful, erotic sight before me. I wanted to reach for it but I knew that if I did, I'd get off almost instantly. I didn't want that. I wasn't quite sure what I wanted, but it sure wasn't to just jack off - no matter how alluring a sight Robby was. No! I wanted more. I wanted to really have sex - to make love to him. I was never one for denying myself anything and I was through with denying my desires where Robby was concerned. I moved forward quietly, not wanting to disturb him - yet. I moved until I was directly behind him, watching as his muscles, especially the ones in his beautiful butt, clench and relax as he continued to masturbate. There was just enough space, I speculated, between his body and the arm he was masturbating with to achieve what I wanted. I moved closer behind him and then slid my arms around his body so that he was pulled up tight against mine, my arms were around his upper abdomen and my cock was pressed, once again, into the cleft of his ass. At first he stiffened in surprise and then relaxed, letting his body mold to mine and allowing his head to drop back so that it was resting on my shoulder. He groaned in desperate sexual need as I held him even tighter and closer to my body, thrusting my cock deep into the valley between his buns. My mouth latched onto his throat and I began to suck and lick him there. The hand with which he wasn't stroking his cock rose and began caressing my head and face as my own hands began to explore his body - stroking the ridges of his abs and down to the downy puff of pubic hair at the base of his erection while the fingers of my other hand began to tweak and pull at his tiny nipples. "Yes! Oh, fuck yes!" he moaned. He let go of his cock and turned in my arms until we were face to face. Our two cocks were pressed against each other and our eyes met. I could see the hungry longing in his and I'm sure he could see the heat of passion in mine. Our faces moved closer to each other until our mouths were pressed together in a kiss. Gentle at first, but rapidly growing in passion until it was like we were trying to devour each other. His tongue in my mouth and then mine in his, tasting each other, groaning our passion into each other's oral cavity as our cocks ground against each other coating our abdomens with sticky, slick cock-honey while my hand slid down his back to finally grasp those incredibly hard buns with the impossibly soft skin. I let my fingers slip into the furrow between them and gently stroked up and down the hairless cleft until I found his puckered opening. He moaned into my mouth when I touched it and groaned louder and deeper as my eager fingers began to circle and explore it. His arms tightened around my neck and he moaned louder as I pressed my middle finger slowly into and through his tight ring and into the hot depths of his ass. I was somewhat afraid of hurting him but then I felt his ass pushing back, trying to get more of my finger inside him. I decided, however, that I had enough of doing this vertically and outside. I pulled my mouth from his and looked into his deep blue eyes. "I want you in bed, not on the deck." I panted, short of breath from the long kiss. "I want you anywhere! Just, for God's sake, take me!" he moaned and then pressed his mouth against mine once more. I again kissed him passionately but only for a short time. Then I let go of him and stepped back. He looked at me with trepidation but I only smiled and reached down and took his hand. He smiled back and grabbed my hand with his other hand as well as I pulled him towards the open sliding glass doors. When we got to the steps to the loft, I stopped and disengaged my hand from his. He looked at me questioningly. "You go up first. I want to watch your butt as you do." I grinned. I think this shocked him but he smiled shyly and began climbing the stairs. I was right behind him, my nose almost shoved in his butt crack. Indeed, if it were possible, that's exactly what I would have done! He had the most beautiful butt I'd ever seen and I wanted to eat it and fuck it all night long. I don't know if Robby had ever experienced anal sex but, if I had anything to do with it, he wasn't leaving my bed until he had. It was when we reached the bedroom and crawled in bed, Robby on his back and me crawling on top of him that I had what could be described as a 'attack of conscience'. I guess I was afraid. Afraid that Robby would hate me afterwards. Afraid that I was taking advantage of a very horny boy. Of course, I was forgetting all of the erotic prelude that had gone on between us in the shower ever since we'd met. I guess I was also afraid of the ramifications of what doing this would mean. That, alone, should have given me some clues about my feelings for him since these issues had never, ever bothered me before. "Uhh..Robby...are you sure this is what you want?" I murmured to him. He looked at me at first like I had completely lost my mind, then I could see fear in his eyes - a fear of rejection. 'Oh, good one, asshole!' my mind badgered me. 'Let's make him feel like you don't want him!' "Yes...I'm sure...but...well...if you're not..." he mumbled. "No! God, no! I'm sure! I've been sure since the moment I met you!" I hastened to assure him. "But have you ever done it with another guy before?" "I've never done it with anybody. Not that I've ever wanted to do it with a girl or anything. I didn't want to do it until I found a man that I really wanted - that I really loved." he said. Oh, fuck! There was that word - 'love'! I didn't for one minute think that Robby was using it the way most guys used it. Most guys, from my experience, used the word love only when it couldn't be avoided and only when it would get them what they wanted - like laid. The word basically had no emotional connotation to them. It was merely an expression of pleasure - like 'I love pizza' or 'I love the way you suck my cock'. "Weren't there guys you knew that you wanted?" I asked, unable to believe that I had an honest- to-God virgin in my bed! "No. I've never been attracted to guys my own age. They were either boring or they were assholes - or both." he said, smiling up at me. "You're everything I've ever wanted. You're smart, you're funny and you're so incredibly beautiful!" Now THAT really blew me away! Me?! Beautiful?! Okay, the smart and funny I could see but 'beautiful'?! "You know, I could say exactly the same thing to you." I murmured. "You're all those things - and more." "Then why aren't you making love to me?" he grinned. "I guess because part of me is afraid to." I said. FUCK! There's that fucking honesty again! What was the matter with me! I had the most beautiful boy I'd ever seen in my life, lying naked under me and begging me to fuck him! I was going to fuck this up surer than hell! "It's my mom, isn't it?" he asked softly. "Yeah. That's part of it. I mean, what the fuck happens if she finds out that I slept with her son?" I admitted. "So who's going to tell her?" he asked, looking at me like I was a dope - which I really felt like I was at that point. "But you say that's not all of it. What's the rest of it?" "Oh, fuck!" I exclaimed, rolling off him and lying on my back next to him. By this point my hardon was more a 'softon' and my mind was a jangled mess. Robby slid over to where he was lying up against me, his hand playing in the hair on my chest while he looked down at me. "Dan, what is it? Is it my age?" he asked and I could hear the fear in his voice. "Yes...and no. I've got all these feelings about you that I don't understand and you're not even eighteen yet! I want you so bad but at the same time, I'm afraid to touch you. I'm afraid that I'll hurt you and that's the last fucking thing that I ever want to do." I admitted. "Dan, the only way you could hurt me is to not make love to me. Please? I want you. I really do." he said softly. "I know you do." I said, putting my arm around him. "And you've got to believe me, I want you. It's just that this has never happened to me before." "What? You've never had sex?" he asked, seemingly confused. "No! I've had sex. I've just never had any qualms before. If I wanted somebody, I just went for them, got what I wanted and that was that. They were guys so I didn't worry about their feelings. I just figured I wanted to get my rocks off, they wanted to get their rocks off and there was no problem. But I never had any kind of feelings for them - well, other than horniness." I tried, ineptly, to explain. "Are you saying that you've got feelings for me?" Robby asked gently. "Shit, yes! I've got feelings for you. Didn't I say that?!" I exclaimed in frustration. "Well...no you didn't. Not in so many words, that is." he said, his head dropping and looking away from me. Oh, FUCK! Now I'd done it! I'd hurt him! See! I knew I couldn't handle this! I knew I'd fuck it up! What the fuck was I going to do NOW?! I was so scared that I when I reached out to take his chin in my fingers to lift it so that he was looking at me again, they were trembling. "Robby...I'm no good at this shit! This has never happened to me in my life! And I swear to God, I never expected it to! I don't know any other way to put this...uhm...but...well...I...I'm...I'm in love with you." THERE! I'd fucking said it! I'd worry later about how exactly I meant it! I just knew at that moment it was the God's honest truth. I loved him. I didn't know what the fuck we were going to do about that, but I just knew that, no matter what, I HAD to tell him! He had to know, once and for all, that I did. I wanted him to know this was way more than just sex for me! I must have done something right, though, because all of a sudden, his face lit up into that incredible smile of his - the one that goes right the fuck through me and makes my guts ache - and he threw himself on top of me, kissing me all over my face and repeating over and over, "I love you!". Finally he just stopped and looked down at me. It was then I noticed that there were tears pouring down his face! What the fuck did I do?! I thought he was happy about this?! "Robby...what the fuck's the matter?" I asked. "Nothing! Nothing's the matter!" he grinned. That was a really strange sight - him grinning with tears streaming down his cheeks! "If nothing's the matter, then why the fuck are you crying?" I asked, confused by all this emotional crap! "Because I'm so happy!" he exclaimed. Well that made no fucking sense at all! And I guess my faced showed what I was thinking. "No! Really! When I get this happy, my emotions just go out of control and I start crying. I swear! I love you and you've just made me so very, very happy!" he said. Well...okay. I'd take his word for it - for now. It still seemed kind of strange to me but, then again, I'm like most guys. Emotions are kind of strange to me. "There's something else I'm afraid of." I said and he looked at me, sobering instantly. "What?" he asked, hesitantly. "Well...it's been bad enough watching you drive home every night, wanting you so badly and, except for the shower, not even being able to touch you! I don't know how the fuck I'm going to make love to you and then watch you drive away! But there's nothing else we can do." I said morosely. "How do you think I felt? I didn't want to leave but you never asked me to stay. I would have." he said. "But I couldn't! How would we explain that to your mom?" I asked. "I doubt if she would have cared." he said, and I could hear the tinge of anger in his voice. "Uhh...that's not true." I said. "Yes it is! All she fucking cares about are my grades and who I hang out with! She doesn't even try to listen to me or understand me!" he said, his voice rising. "Robby...I've got a confession to make." I said. 'Will you fucking keep your mouth SHUT!' my mind was yelling at me. 'He DOES NOT need to know this!' But I was hell-bent on destruction that night. I was going to have this all out because I didn't want anything unsaid or hidden between us. I don't know why. I just knew that if anything was going to happen, if we were going to have any chance of maybe putting together a relationship - and GOD! How I hated THAT word! - it was going to have to be built on complete honesty. "What?" he asked. "When...well, when I met you that first night...it wasn't about a job." I said. "No? What was it about?" he asked, confused, sitting up on the bed next to me. "You're mom asked me to talk to you." I confessed and then went on to tell him the whole story of his mom crying at work and all. When I was finished, he was silent. He just looked at me. "So this was all about 'helping' me?" he asked, and I could hear the derision in his voice. Oh, shit! I should have listened to my fucking head! This was all going wrong! I could feel it! "That's what it was supposed to be but it never was about that! You've got to believe me! That first night, I took one look at you and all of that went right out the window. I wanted to get to know you. I wanted to be with you! I was already falling for you, I just didn't know it. Please! You've got to believe me!" I begged. Yeah - begged! Me! Who'd never begged for anything in my whole fucking life! Here I was, begging Robby to forgive me and, to be honest, I wasn't even sure what the fuck I was begging to be forgiven FOR?! After all, what had I done that was so bad? I hadn't really lied to him - well, okay, a 'white' lie. But I hadn't led him on! I hadn't lied about loving him! I hadn't tried to manipulate him into my bed! What the fuck had I done wrong?! But he just sat there, looking at me, his eyes blazing with either hurt, anger or both - I couldn't tell. Finally, he got up off the bed and looked down at me. "I need to think about this. I need to be alone for a while." And saying this, he went down the stairs of the loft and I heard the sliding glass doors open and close down below. For the first time since I was seven years old and got into a fight with James Carmichael, the kid down the street who tried to bully me into giving him my lunch money by slamming his fist into my stomach, I found myself crying. I cried so hard and cried so long that somewhere in all of it, I evidently cried myself to sleep. I must have because I woke up, sun streaming in the windows of the loft and all alone in the bed. I guess Robby had slept downstairs on the couch, after all. I could tell he'd never come back upstairs. I lay there, not knowing what the fuck to do! I couldn't believe that I'd finally told a guy I loved him and then had him walk out on me! I lay there, feeling like crying all over again. I definitely didn't feel like getting out of bed. What was the use? What was there to get up for? Well...there was one thing. I guess I needed to drive Robby home. I was sure he was not interested in spending the rest of the weekend with me. I just didn't want to go downstairs and have to face him! I didn't want to face the anger I'd knew that I would see on a face that had always looked at me with love. That was going to be the worst thing of all because I still loved him! I knew that now, very clearly. I knew what guys had always tried to tell me about how they felt and I just wouldn't listen! I never realized that fucking love could hurt so fucking much! I lay there, trying to go back to sleep to escape the pain but that wasn't happening. Finally, the smell of fresh brewing coffee wafted upstairs and, even if I had to face Robby's anger, I'd at least have coffee to fortify myself with. I got up and pulled on a pair of sweat pants and a t-shirt and headed downstairs. When I got there, Robby was nowhere in sight. I walked into the bathroom and took a piss and then headed to the kitchen where I poured myself a cup of coffee from the coffee-maker. I stood there at the kitchen counter, slowly drinking it and trying to wake up. I was also trying to formulate something I could say to Robby to maybe get him to stop hating me when I heard it - the sound of wood being chopped outside. Now I knew where he was. I guess he was working out some of his anger at me on the pile of wood that needed chopping out there. I didn't know whether to go out there or not but I finally decided that I needed to face him sometime and that I might as well get it over with sooner rather than later. I'm the kind of guy that likes to face his problems head on. I walked outside and around the corner of the cabin to where I kept the wood that needed chopping in a shed. Robby was there dressed in nothing but a pair of gym shorts and boots with the sweat gleaming on his body in the sun and his muscles standing out with the exertion of chopping large hunks of wood. I just stood there staring, mesmerized by the beauty of that young body, as he worked, After a while, he finally noticed me there, put down the ax and walked over to me. "I...I..." he started but I didn't let him get any further. "Look, I'm sorry about last night. I was an asshole, I guess. If you get your things together, I'll drive you home." I said and then turned to go back into the house before he could even answer. It was then that I felt his hand on my arm, pulling at me, stopping me from going and making me look back at him. I could now see that his eyes were rimmed in red, just like his mom's had been that morning last week - which now seemed months ago - and probably just like mine were as well. "I was the asshole!" he blurted out. "I don't want to go home! I want to stay here with you! I love you!" He then broke down crying and, throwing my coffee mug into the grass at my feet, I grabbed him in both arms and pulled him to me. His arms went around my neck and his face was buried in my shoulder as his body shook with heavy sobs. I just stood there, holding him. I reached up finally and gently stroked his head with my one hand. When he finally calmed down, he looked at me, his face a mess from the crying. "Please! Please forgive me! I'm so sorry! I realized that you only telling me the truth - that you didn't want there to be any lies between us. I just thought you must have really thought of me as a kid and then I went ahead and acted like one! I don't know if you can ever forgive me..." his voice trailed off as his eyes searched my face for any hint of what I was feeling. All I was feeling at that moment, to be honest, was relief! And not just because the whole fight thing with Robby was evidently over but because he still loved me. Suddenly all that pain I had been feeling went completely away to be replaced by this feeling of joy and...well...lightness!...that I had never felt before! "Robby, we fucked up. We weren't listening to each other - not REALLY listening - or I would have heard how I hurt you and you would have heard how much I love you. Forgive you? No reason to! I'm just glad you're not angry at me anymore. I'm just glad you still love me." I murmured, pushing his head back onto my shoulder and gently stroking up and down his sweaty back. "Oh, God! Yes! I still love you! I love you so much!" he exclaimed, tightening his arms around my neck as I held his warm, muscular body against me. He pulled his face back and kissed me passionately. Well...we kissed each other. Then he pulled back. "God! I'm sweating and I'm getting you all wet, not to mention the fact that I must stink!" he exclaimed. "Uhh...no you don't." I said quietly. "I don't?!" he asked, tilting his head to the side like a collie who's confused by his master's command. "No. You don't. I have to tell you a secret about me. I'm turned on to the scent of a guy's body. I love the smell of fresh sweat. All those nights, working out with you, your scent was driving me nuts!" I admitted. He grinned at me upon hearing this. "Okay, I'm a sick pervert! Go on and say it!" I said. "No! No you're not! I'm smiling because...well...we share the same turn on. I love the smell of your body." he said, leaning in and softly nuzzling my neck. "Mmm! You do that and you're going to start something!" I murmured. "I already started. Now I want to finish!" he said, pulling back from my neck and grinning at me. "Then what the fuck are we standing here for!" I shouted. I grabbed his hand and started pulling him towards the house. By the time we hit the deck, we were running and it was a race up the stairs to the loft. I remember that he must have won because I held back to watch his butt in those tight gym shorts as he ran up the stairs! Thank God, the sweat pants were all I had on down below because my cock boned hard at the sight and the pants had plenty of room to contain my hard cock without me feeling like I was being emasculated! When we reached the loft, Robby kicked off his shoes and skinned down his gym shorts and the jock he was evidently wearing under it. He threw them on the floor and jumped into the bed, laying there on his back and looking up at me. I just stood there, watching him strip and then seeing him laid out on the bed naked for me. I couldn't help but grin at the sight! God! He was so beautiful! And, at least for the rest of the weekend, he was all mine! Robby looked at me funny, like 'what the fuck are you waiting for?' but I just leaned down to where he'd thrown his gym shorts and jock. Grabbing the jock I stood back up and, looking him directly in the eyes, brought the sweaty pouch of the jock to my nose, inhaling deeply of the scent there. It was obvious from the stretched out puckers in the elastic pouch that this jock was by no means new and it was also VERY apparent from the VERY pungent scent that it had not been washed within recent memory! The fumes from it went up my nose and I groaned loudly at the scent as my cock proceeded to stain the front of my grey sweat pants with the dark wetness of my pre-cum. Robby's eyes got huge watching me huffing his jock. I don't think, until that moment, that he really realized how into scents - and particularly HIS scent - I was. I could smell sweat, dried piss and what was evidently some cum in the pouch of the jock. That and that particular muskiness that a guy's crotch has that drives me fucking wild! Robby's eyes went from huge to shocked, however, as he watched me open my mouth and begin sucking on his jock-pouch, sucking out all the sweat and other essences of his body that it contained. I winked at him and he giggled. "Uhh...if that tastes good, the real thing is right here waiting for you." he said, his voice husky with desire. I looked down and, sure enough, his cock was harder than hell, the foreskin pulled almost completely off the head and I could see his pre-cum dripping down the shaft like a small rivulet of liquid diamonds. Still holding the jock to my face with one hand, I reached down with the other, pushing down my sweats while I stepped out of the sandals I'd put on. Robby got to see my cock in the daylight and fully hard for the first time and I heard him suck in a breath as he looked at it. I pulled off my t- shirt, tossing it and his jock back to the floor and then slowly walked over to the bed. As I approached the side of the bed, my cock was still dripping pre-cum and Robby's hands eagerly reached out, pulling the head towards him as he bent over to allow his mouth to reach it and his tongue swiped across the very sensitive head of my cock to taste the pre-cum there. "Oh! FUCK!" I exclaimed as the slightly rough, wet feeling of his tongue on my cock hit me. "Fuck! That tastes so good!" he groaned, looking up into my eyes. His face was flushed and sweaty, but I knew it wasn't from chopping wood now. This was one VERY horny boy who wanted sex and he wanted it NOW! Being seventeen, I didn't expect Robby to have any real control - especially since this was his first time. I decided that what would be best was to simply go down on him and get his first orgasm over with a quickly as possible. I knew he could recover quickly - far more quickly than I could anymore. Or at least I thought so! I pulled my cock away from his mouth, to his groan of disappointment, but instead I moved down the bed and climbed on, forcing his legs apart and getting between them. He looked at me in curiosity, not realizing what was about to happen. I reached out and pulled his hard cock off his belly and pulled it towards my mouth. The foreskin was still covering the head but there was pre-cum leaking from it. My tongue slithered out and swiped across the opening of his foreskin, licking off the pre-cum, tasting it for the first time. It certainly deserved the name 'cock-honey' because it was every bit as sweet! I loved it from the first taste! I could hear Robby groan at the sensation of my tongue and I grinned to myself. There was so much more that he was about to feel. It was very exciting to know that he was a virgin and that everything I did, he was feeling for the very first time. People, I think, misunderstand the male desire to have sex with a virgin. It is not, as so many surmise, a desire to have no 'competition', no comparison made of their sexual prowess against another's. It is the tremendous excitement of vicariously re-living that incredible sexual 'high' of our own 'deflowering'. Through the reactions of the virgin, we relive that experience of feeling the vast array of sexual stimulation that we experienced when we lost our own virginity - something that none of us ever forget. I wasn't about to get him off that quickly, however, so I left his cock and, moving down, pressed my nose against his nut-sack. Because if his intense sexual state, his balls were drawn tight to the base of his cock and his almost hairless sack was wrinkled and tight along with them. But it was the scent - the sweaty, musky smell of male balls - that drew me. I breathed deeply of his scent, filling my nose with the raunchy smells that I loved so much. I needed however, to do more than smell him - I needed to taste him! I began licking his scrotum and Robby began moaning loudly. I knew it was something he would love. I didn't know of a male that didn't like having his nut-sack licked. The taste was strong - salty, tangy. The taste of sweat, musk, perhaps some dried piss drops - the taste of unwashed male crotch which I loved so much! 'Why have I denied myself this for so long?' I asked myself but could come up with no acceptable answer. I only knew that I would never do so again! I licked all over Robby's ball-bag finally moving down and licking at his 'taint' between his nuts and his butt-crack. The further down I licked, the louder Robby groaned. I was becoming more and more lost in the scents and the taste of his body and more and more stimulated by the pleasure I was giving him. The closer I got to his ass, the more I knew that I wanted, more than anything, to taste his sweaty, cherry butt. "Put your hands behind your knees and hold your legs back." I said to him, looking up from a moment from my eager tasting of him. He looked at me questioningly but complied. I'm sure he didn't know what was about to happen but I hoped he would learn to love it. As he pulled his legs back, his hairless butt-crack came into my view for the first time. His hole was small, wrinkly and rose colored. So pretty, so enticing, so inviting! I lowered my face close to it and breathed deeply of the scent of his butt. God! I love the scent of a male's ass! And the scent of Robby's butt was beyond description! I could smell butt, sweat, musk and something that was uniquely Robby! I knew that the taste was going to be exceptional as well! I slowly ran my tongue through his cleft, tasting his butt for the first time. I could barely contain myself! It was like I wanted to devour him. But before I could really get into any major butt- eating, I heard Robby's voice screeching out. "DAN! What the fuck are you doing to me!" he exclaimed. I raised my face from his butt and looked straight into his troubled blue eyes. "I'm eating your butt. It's called 'rimming'." I informed him. "Uhh...are you sure you want to do that?" he asked hesitantly. "Fuck, yeah! You have the most beautiful and tasty butt I've ever eaten!" I assured him. "Uhh...thanks. I guess." he said. "How does it feel?" I asked him. "It feels incredible." he blushed. "Then just lay back and enjoy it." I smiled at him. He did as I told him and I went back to his butt. I licked up and down his trench several times, listening to his moans of delight. With each pass over his tiny rosebud, I circled my tongue around it, knowing how sensitive he was there. I finally concentrated all of my efforts at sliding my tongue into his tight, hot hole. While this was something I'd never done before, something inside me made me want inside his ass more than anything in the world. I started by sucking gently on the hole while I massaged the lips with my tongue. I gradually felt him relax and I began pushing against the tiny opening with the tip of my tongue. It took quite a while for me to relax his hole enough to begin to slip my tongue inside but once I got some of it in, I was determined to get it all in. Gradually, as I pressed, his butt hole opened and I was fucking him with my tongue, going as far inside him as I could. The taste of his ass - dark, tangy - and the heat of the inside of his body was getting to me in a way that no one's ass ever had. Not that I had done this a lot before, mostly just enough to get a butt wet enough to take my cock. This time it was different. The idea that I had my tongue inside his body, joining us so intimately - so close to another joining that I wanted so badly - was driving me to take this very intimate act further than I had ever done before. I could actually feel the edge of the hard nut of his prostate! The anal stimulation, however, proved to be too much for Robby. I was happily licking out his butt when I heard his sudden exclamation. "DAN! I'M GONNA CUM!" I quickly pulled my tongue from his hole and rose up over his crotch, grabbing his hard cock and covering it with my mouth, sliding down the thick, warm tumescence as far as I could. There was no way I could even think about deep-throating that monster! The only hole I had that could take a cock the size of Robby's hadn't had a ass-splitter like his in a long damn time! But for someone who'd never had their dick inside a warm wet mouth before, he didn't need deep-throating. A couple of moves up and down and a lot of tongue on his shaft and head and Robby was spewing forth a huge load of young male essence into my mouth. "FUCK! I'M CUMMING!" Robby screamed and practically bent double as his ball emptied their cum into my sucking mouth. His hands grabbed my head, holding me down on his cock. This was a reflex action that most males have. It certainly wasn't necessary! There was no way I was letting go of his cock until I had gotten ever drop of semen that his balls had in them! I swallowed and swallowed as his cock continued to pour forth his warm, sweet manjuice in what seemed like a never-ending gush of fluid. I had never experienced anyone who came as much at one time as Robby did! And what was incredible, he did this four or five times a day and each load was as big as the last! As his cum finally began to subside, I saved a mouthful to share with him. I wondered if he had ever tasted his own cum before? Most guys do, just out of curiosity - but not all. At any rate, I decided that whether he had or hadn't - he needed to! Just as with his pre-cum, I had never tasted a male's fluids that were as sweet - even when I had been younger than Robby and fooling around with boys my age! Allowing his still semi-rigid cock to slip from my mouth, I moved up over him until I rested my body on top of his. He felt so fucking good under me! My mouth attached itself to his and when he opened his, expecting my tongue, I allowed his sweet cum to start dripping into his mouth. He was shocked at first because I watched his eyes fly open in question and then he must have tasted it and found it as pleasant as I had because, the next thing I knew, he was eagerly gulping it and working his tongue inside my mouth seeking all of it that he could find. We just lay there, me on top of him, kissing for a very long time. Finally, I pulled my mouth away from his because I wanted to look at him. There is a certain look that a male has when he has been sexually satisfied. I hoped to see that look on his face. Looking down at him, I saw it and my heart swelled with pride, knowing that this first experience of sex with another person was as delightful for him as I had hoped to make it. "My God! That was the most incredible thing that's ever happened to me!" he exclaimed, reaching up and gently stroking my face. "And that's only the beginning." I smiled. "But you didn't get off." he said. "That's okay. It was more important to me to get you off." I said, softly. "But I want you to get off! I want to get you off! Please, let me do that to you!" he begged. "Oh, you don't have to beg me!" I grinned. And with that, he rose up under me, pushing over onto my back and rolling on top of me. I shouldn't have been, but I was amazed at how strong he was! He lay there, looking down at me and grinning like he was very proud of himself for that maneuver. His grin, however, also reminded me of that of a hungry wolf salivating over a piece of raw kill. It looked like I was about to be breakfast! The first thing he did, took me by surprise. He rubbed his face in the soft hairs of my chest and then grinned up at me. "I've wanted to do that since the first time I saw you!" he exclaimed. "I love the hair you have! I wish I had some." "To be honest, I love your smooth skin. I've never been a great lover of body hair." I said. "Well, good! Because I don't think I'm ever going to have any." he smiled. He then rubbed his face in my chest-hair again, this time reaching out his tongue and licking through it. Moving over, his tongue next attacked my nipple, causing me to moan. I've always had very sensitive nips and Robby's rough, wet tongue was sending jolts of sensation through my body. At the sound of my groaning, he looked up, grinning at me with a look of pride on his face. I could tell that he wanted to please me and any indication that he had evidently pleased him as well. He then began tracing his tongue down my treasure trail until he reached my navel. Now, I would have sworn that I wasn't at all sensitive there but, never having anyone lick around inside of it before, I had no idea the strange sensation it caused. It was nothing that I could describe except that it was erotic. Of course, at this point, I was so turned on anyplace on my body was erotic! He moved down until his face was buried in my crotch-hair, next to my cock. I could hear him taking deep whiffs of my crotch scent and moaning to himself. He began licking through the wiry hair, plastering it to my pubic mound with his saliva. I had spread my legs as he had moved down my body so that he was between them. His tongue was able to begin licking in the crease between my thigh and my balls, causing me to moan and squirm at the intense feelings his tongue was creating in this very sensitive area. Like me, he then pressed his nose to my ball-sack, breathing in the musk of my nuts. However, my sack, unlike his, is hairy and the next thing I knew, he'd evidently breathed in so hard that some of the hairs went up his nose and tickled it so that he suddenly sneezed. It was all I could do to keep from laughing as he looked up sheepishly. "Sorry." he said, quietly. "Not a problem." I managed to get out without cracking up. At that point, he must had decided that he'd had enough snorting my balls and wanted to taste them instead because I could feel his wet tongue laving my sack and I squirmed more, spreading my legs wider. He licked all over my hairy sack and then moved down until he was licking at the back of my nut-sack and my "taint". Because of his earlier reaction to my rimming him, I didn't expect him to go any further. In fact, I didn't really expect him to go this far to begin with so it came as somewhat of a shock when he looked up at me and asked me to pull my legs back. "Robby, you don't have to do that to me just because I did it to you." I said gently. "No! I want to!" he insisted. "Are you sure? I repeat, you don't have to." I said. Truth be told, while I love to eat butt, it's not ever been my favorite thing to have done to me. I'm not exactly sure why. I think it's because most guys, unfortunately, are not very good at it. They just tend to poke around with the tip of their tongue and not really come fully into contact with the more sensitive tissues of the ass. I don't think that they realize that a good ass-eating is the fastest way to get your cock up another guy's hole. Stimulate the nerve-endings there, get the hole to relax, slowly slide your tongue up inside him and he's automatically thinking what else would feel good up inside him! "Please?! I really want to!" Robby begged me. Who was I to deny him anything he wanted - especially since I'd so enjoyed eating his butt! I pulled my legs up, grabbing behind my knees with my hands until my butt rose off the bed and was staring Robby right in the face. I could see him staring fixedly at my crack, almost as if he'd never seen one up close before. Then it dawned on me! He most likely hadn't. Well...except possibly his own. A lot of guys, at one time or another, do take a mirror and look at their asshole. Usually out of the same kind of natural curiosity that makes them taste their own cum or sniff their own underarms or even smell their fingers after scratching their butts. I watched as Robby slowly lowered his face towards my cleft and took a tentative snort of the scent there. At first, he seemed to not know exactly what to think of his first sniff of another guy's ass but after two or three further snorts, each one deeper than the last, he looked up from this activity and gave me a very horny leer! "Fuck!" was all he said before again burying his nose in my trench. This time his exploration was much less tentative. He moved his nose up and down my crack, snorting loudly and deeply of the scents he found there - evidently enjoying mine as much as I had enjoyed his. However, just as I had done, it didn't take him long to want more than to snort - he wanted to taste and I groaned loudly as I felt his wet, licking tongue sliding up and down my butt, dancing over my sensitive pucker. "Oh! Fuck!" I moaned out loud, unable to quietly experience the feelings he was causing in me. Robby looked up. "Does it feel good?" he asked. "Fuck! Yes!" I said. Again that prideful grin covered his face before he again buried it in my ass and continued to feast at my cleft. Just as I had done to him, he worked on opening my hole and shoving his tongue as far inside of me as he could. Though it had been a long time - years in fact - since I had last had anything up my ass, I quickly re-learned how to relax my muscles and allow him entry. And enter he did! Deep inside my hole! No one had ever eaten my ass so deeply before - or so well! If I didn't know better, I could swear that he'd done this before but I did know better. Evidently, Robby was a 'natural' at rimming, just as I was. Nobody ever had to teach me how to eat butt and there seemed to be nothing that I needed to teach Robby. What I didn't expect, however, was the reaction it caused in me. As I lay there panting and moaning, I suddenly heard something come clearly out of my mouth.... "Robby! Fuck me!" The End of Chapter 3 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!!! Instead, there is now a Yahoo Group that you can join where you will find links to all of my stories and the illustrations to BUDDY SYSTEM and to DANGEROUS MARINE. I will ONLY Notify people who are members of the group about my new stories. To join the group, go to: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Rim_Pigs_Stories/ I also have a "blog" called THE PIG TROUGH where I do more serious writing about life and everything in it. You can reach it at http://www.livejournal.com/users/rimpig/ As always, I ask if you liked the story to make a contribution to Nifty to keep the site running and free! Thank you. RimPig