Date: Wed, 16 Nov 2005 15:38:10 -0800 (PST) From: rimpigfl Subject: MY SECRETARY'S SON 05 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 5 "Okay, now that I've got this fucking telephone pole in me, what do I do now?" Robby asked. He was sitting on my groin, my cock totally buried in his ass for the very first time. "What I want you to do, without raising up, is to begin moving your hips so that my cock kind of 'stirs around' inside of you." I said. "That will really help you open up more." "Okay..." he said hesitantly, like he didn't think that was at all a good idea but he was willing, at this point, to do anything I told him. He began swiveling his hips, just as I had told him to do. I could feel my cock stirring around in his guts, opening him up, touching places that had never been touched in his life. I could feel his hard prostate pressed up against my cock and could hear the groans from him as his hip movements brought it into harder contact with my shaft. "Oh, fuck! This feels so fucking good!" he exclaimed. His ass was nicely open and it was time to begin the real taking of his virginity. "Okay. Now you can begin to move up and down on me. Just an inch or two at first." I warned him. He slowly rose up and then equally slowly lowered himself back down to my groin. "Fuck! That feels GOOD!" he exclaimed. "No shit!" I said. "Try raising up more." This time he rose so that nearly half my cock was out of his ass. He went back down, somewhat quicker this time, hitting my groin with a slight slapping sound. "Yeah! Fuck, yeah!" he exclaimed. "Okay, you're on your own. Take it as far and as fast as you want." I said and leaned back on my elbows to watch him ride my cock. Within a very short time, he was bouncing up and down on my cock like he'd been doing it all his life. Once I felt that he was really used to it, however, I grabbed his thighs and held him down. "Okay, enough of this. You ready to really get fucked. The right way?" I asked. He threw his arms around my neck. "Fuck, yeah! Come on! Fuck me! Please!" Robby begged. I didn't even bother to pull out. I just pushed him over onto his back and followed him over, making sure to keep my cock in his butt. We ended up with his legs wrapped around my waist and then, looking down into his beautiful face, I gave him one deep kiss and then rose up and started ramming my cock into his hole. Now I'd fucked a lot of holes when I was in college, but never had I fucked one that was so tight, so hot and so wet as Robby's was. Nor had I ever fucked an ass that was so beautiful or attached to a guy so beautiful. Mostly, however, I had never fucked an ass that was attached to a guy I was totally and completely in love with. I watched his face as I fucked him, watching the looks of ecstacy that played across his visage. I listened to the moans of lust that uttered from his throat, so lost in passion was he that he couldn't begin to utter words. As for me, I was lost in the intense feelings that my cock was feeling up his ass. I wanted to make sure that he got off from this, his first fuck but I was fighting cumming myself almost from the moment that I started fucking him. Finally, I reached down and grabbed his hard cock while I continued to fuck his butt. I began stroking him and it was only moments when I could feel his ass tightening around my cock and the contractions made me feel like his ass was going to break my cock off! Damn! I had never fucked a hole this tight in my life! I could tell, however, from the look on his face and the hardness of his cock, that he was completely 'gone' in the experience and loving every second of it. My balls were aching with that tingly feeling that says the sperm is moving up the tubes and that an explosion was imminent. I loved the feeling of his foreskin slipping up and down his cock, making jacking him off so easy! Lucky sons-of-bitches who still have it! His moaning was escalating and his hip movements along with the contractions of his hot ass told me that he was as close or closer to orgasm than I was. I speeded up my movements on his cock as well as pounding his asshole harder and faster. I wanted him to cum. I wanted him to either cum with me or right before. "OHH!!! FUCK!!!" Robby screamed out and I could feel through the shaft of his cock, the cum spurting out all over his chest and abs - some even made it as far as his face! "Yeah! Cum for me! That's it! Shoot that load!" I groaned while, at the same time, my own balls were contracting and I started dumping a huge load of my cum in his butt. I kept fucking him, his ass-chute getting slicker and slicker as I dumped more and more cum in him. Robby continued to pump cum from his piss-slit with each inward slam of my cock against his prostate. Finally, we were both 'shooting blanks', our balls emptied. My hips slowed down on their own and I let go of his cock, letting it rest on his abs - still bloated and with a drop or two of fluid still clinging to the head. I leaned over him, kissing him deeply and he clung to me, mashing out chests together until they were glued by his cum. Pulling back, I noticed on glob on his cheek and another white streamer across the bridge of his nose. I licked up both of them, reveling in the taste of fresh, warm boy-cum. "You are now well and truly fucked." I murmured, smiling down at him. "Thank you. That was the most incredible experience of my life! Even better than fucking you!" he enthused. "I have to admit, I loved fucking you. Almost as much as I love you." I said, meaning every word of it. He blushed and smiled at me, suddenly looking very young and very vulnerable in my arms. I could feel my softened cock begin pushed out of his hole by the muscular contractions of his butt. He groaned as it finally plopped out. "I wanted to keep it in me longer." he explained. "That's okay. I have something I want to do to you now, anyway." I said, not telling him what. I pulled back from him, grabbing his legs, while I lifted them and pushed them back. "Here." I said. "Hold these." He did as I asked but had a very questioning look on his face as he complied. I lay face down on the bed and again buried my face in his butt. Feltching - the act of eating out a butt right after it's been fucked, especially the sucking out of the cum shot into it - is one of my favorite activities. Not only do I love to do it, but I have never found a guy who I've done it to that didn't love it as well. I know from experience that it soothes the raw tissues of the ass that has just been fucked. Those tissues are also more sensitive so that the feelings caused by licking and sucking on them is more intense. As I started eating out his well-fucked butt, sucking out as much of my cum as I could get his hungry ass to give up, I could hear him moaning at the sensations my lips and tongue were causing. A lot of guys won't feltch but I knew what effect it would have on Robby and, especially since this was his first time being fucked, I wanted him to experience the feeling. I also saved some of my cum from his ass to share with him, which I did after eating his butt for a while and then, once again, rising up between his legs, bending over and kissing him deeply. I knew he wasn't expecting the mouthful of my cum from his own ass but he quickly began licking out my mouth with his tongue to get as much of it as he could find. While, of course, ass- eating and especially feltching are somewhat raunchy activities, that is what make them so exciting. They are also extremely sensuous and erotic. I wanted Robby to not only experience them but I hoped he would learn to love them as much as I did. So far, he didn't seem to have any trouble at all 'following the program'. "Mmm! You taste good." he said, smiling. "So do you." I grinned down at him. "Uhh...do you think that we can...well..." he faltered. "What?" I asked. "We can do anything your heart desires." I smiled. "Could we get something to eat? I'm starving!" he stated. I chuckled. Like I said, males are either horny or hungry. Horny was over temporarily so hungry was next on the schedule! "Sure. Sex does make you hungry doesn't it. Burns up a lot of calories. The most fun exercise I can think of." I said, getting off the bed and pulling him off with me. We headed downstairs to the kitchen where I threw some steaks in a frying pan, added some frozen home-fried potatoes and then, in a separate skillet, scrambled some eggs. There was coffee left so I had Robby make toast and the whole thing took less than fifteen minutes. We carried our plates and mugs of coffee out onto the deck. I don't know if he'd ever eaten a meal, outdoors, naked before. I almost never put on clothes here - unless it was in the fall and winter. The weather now, however, was still warm enough to go nude and it was my intention to keep us that way for the rest of the weekend. Robby was incredible 'eye-candy' and I intended to partake of the sight as much as possible. Besides, I figured being naked was more conducive to sex and I planned to have a lot more of that before we had to go back as well. As if to confirm my supposition, Robby looked at me and said, "I've never eaten a meal naked before - especially not outside." "Nothing to worry about except dropping something hot on your cock or balls." I grinned. "There isn't anyone within ten or twenty miles of us." "Do you always spend a lot of time naked up here?" he asked. "All the time - except in fall and winter. Then I'm only naked inside. Don't want to get frostbite on my cock." I joked. "No! That would be horrible!" he grinned. "So...we gonna stay naked the rest of the weekend?" "That's my plan. You have a problem with it?" I asked. "No. I like looking at you naked." he smiled shyly and started to blush again. "Same here! I love looking at you naked!" I assured him and saw the blush deepen. "After we eat, could we lay down and sleep for a while? I didn't get much sleep last night." he said quietly. I could tell he didn't want to bring up the fucked up mess that last night turned into. "I think that's a great idea. I didn't get much rest either." I said. "I really want the chance to...well...to sleep with you." he said, barely above a whisper as if ashamed of his own needs. "Something I have been looking forward to - having you asleep in my arms." I said. His smile widened. "Not half as much as I have." he said. I knew I shouldn't bring it up, but I had to know something. "Robby, don't get me wrong here. I love you. I've never been in love before so I really don't know what it's all about but...well...I just don't get what you see in me? I can understand why I fell in love with you - I just don't get why you fell in love with me." I said. He looked a little perplexed at first, like he didn't know how to explain it either. Finally he looked up at me. "I was never attracted to boys my own age. I always like guys who were older. Guys who were more intelligent and who made me feel...well...I guess the best word is 'safe'. Does that make any sense?" he asked. "I guess in some ways it does. You never had a father, did you?" I asked. "No. He and Mom divorced when I was a baby. From things she said, he didn't want to have a kid. Didn't want anything to do with raising one. I think maybe the responsibility scared him off or something. Mom says he was never very responsible. He's never tried to contact us or see us in all these years." he said. "I guess that made you feel somewhat rejected?" I asked gently. "Yeah, I guess so. Hey! Don't get me wrong. I'm not looking for a 'father'. You're not old enough to be my father." he insisted. "I know that. But it could be the reason that guys your own age never held much attraction for you." I said. "Maybe. But mostly it's because they're mostly assholes. I was looking for somebody to love and all they look for is an easy lay. And once they get it, they're on to the next one." he said. "I know. I used to be that way." I said. "So what happened? You're not like that now." he said. "Somewhere along the line, I guess I grew up. I found out that one-night stands can end up being very lonely. I guess I figured out that the only thing that means anything, in the end, is love. Like I said, I have all the toys. I've got money. I've got houses. I've got cars. I've got everything I could think of to make me happy. But I wasn't happy." I admitted. "What about now?" he asked, smiling. "Now? I'm the happiest I've ever been that I can remember. I wasn't even this happy the day I brought the Ferrari." I assured him. He looked at me wide-eyed. "Do you really mean that?!" he asked. I guess for a seventeen year old male, the idea of acquiring one of the premiere sports cars in the world would rank right up there with your first wet-dream. It seems I had expressed myself in the best metaphor possible that he could understand. But I meant every word of it. "Robby, I've told you..." I started to say but he cut me off. "...that you always mean what you say." he said, laughing. "Robby, let me let you in on some of the wisdom I've gathered in my years." I started to say. "Oh, like you're so fucking old!" he giggled. "No, I'm not old but I have lived longer than you have and done a lot of things you haven't had the chance to do." I insisted. "Okay. I'm sorry. I'll listen." he said contritely. "Well, you'd better or I'll turn you over my knee and spank you!" I said in mock fury. "No you wouldn't!" he laughed. "Oh, I wouldn't, huh!" I said, making a grab for him and missing. "You wouldn't do it because I might enjoy it too much!" He giggled. "Anyway, what wisdom were you going to impart?" "I was about to say that you can love 'things'. The trouble is, they can't love you back." I said. "Some people are like that, too." he said, dejectedly. "Yes. Some people are like that, too. You have someone specifically in mind?" I asked, wondering where the gloominess had come from so suddenly. "Yeah. My Dad." he said. "Well, yes and no. Unfortunately, you might love the 'idea' of a Dad. But you couldn't love your Dad." I said. "What do you mean?" he asked, obviously annoyed at my remark. "Robby, to love someone, you have to know them. You've already told me you never knew him. I know you would have liked to, but you didn't. Therefore, you may love the 'idea' of a Dad, but you can't have loved yours." I said. He thought about this for a moment. "Okay. I understand what you're saying. I guess you're right. I couldn't love him. He never gave me the chance to." Robby said sadly. "And that's proof positive that he was an asshole. The idea of having a son and not even getting to know him? I can't even imagine that! Worse, when I look at what kind of a person you are, all I can think of is what a loss for him!" I said. Robby looked at me through those amazingly blue eyes with such a look of 'worship' that it almost scared the shit out of me! I never expected in my life to see someone look at me that way. I had to admit, it caused a rush of good feelings through my body that was every bit as good as an orgasm. Maybe it was one. Call it an 'emotional' orgasm. All I knew is that I never wanted to give Robby cause to not look at me that way! Ever! But I figured I had better put a stop to this whole thing before I got out of my emotional depth. Like I wasn't already? "So, you ready for that nap?" I asked quietly. "Yeah. I'm ready." he smiled and, getting up, he walked around the table and grabbed my hand. Pulling me to my feet, he led me back inside the house and up the stairs to the loft. We climbed into the bed and Robby curled up to me, my arm around him and his head resting on my chest. We didn't say another word and, in just a few minutes, I could tell by his regular, deep breathing that Robby was deeply asleep. I let my fingers play in his hair and stroked my hand down his smooth, muscular back. I didn't think I could go to sleep this way but, I no more than thought that and the next thing I knew, I was waking up, curled up to Robby's back like we were spoons with my face in his hair and smelling the scent of him while I pulled him close and tight to my body. Of course, I had a hardon which was pressed into the cleft of his buttocks and when I slid my hand down his chest and abs, I encountered and equally hard cock growing out of his small, blond puff of pubic hair. All I could think of is what I would give to be able to wake up every day like this, Robby in my arms, sleeping peacefully! But I also realized that getting to the point where we could do that could be a very difficult and long-term process. I didn't think his mother was going to give up having him at home very easily. In fact, I couldn't imagine a situation under which she would. Well, unless Robby got married - but that was to a girl. Not to her boss! The worst thing about this whole situation was that the best thing for me would be that she would throw him out of the house. I just didn't think there was any chance of that at all. No, if Robby and I were going to find happiness together, it was going to take a miracle. That, or some very difficult work. It was going to take both of us risking everything that meant anything to us for the other. I would have to risk my career and my possessions while he would have to risk the relationship he had with the only parent he'd ever known. But deep inside, I knew that for me, the risk was more than worth it if I could feel like I felt at that moment, holding Robby in my arms. I just lay there, feeling the warmth of him, smelling his scent, allowing my fingers to gently stroke the smooth hardness of his muscular body. It had been so long since I had anyone in bed with me, much less someone with the beautiful hard-body that Robby had. It was almost like the most erotic wet-dream I'd ever had. There was just one difference - it was real. Gradually, Robby began waking up. The first thing he did, whether consciously or unconsciously (I wasn't sure), was to push his butt back against my hard cock so that it was buried deeper into the cleft of his butt. I groaned softly at the feelings that ripped through my guts! I wanted to bury my bone in his hole again. It was like I was seventeen again! My sex drive was out of control. Just being near him had me instantly harder than hell. At the same time, I had this ache deep inside my chest which flared up any time I even thought about Robby. Especially if I thought about his smile. His smile just melted my insides. I'd never had anybody effect me this way in my entire life. Oh, there'd been guys that I'd had the hots for, who I wanted to fuck. And, it was true, that part of what I was feeling was a tremendous desire to have sex with Robby but it was WAY more than that! In fact, I had to admit that I'd finally found out that there's a difference between fucking and making love. What I wanted with Robby wasn't just fucking! "That feels really interesting back there." he murmured, wiggling his little butt so that sparks seemed to flow through my hard cock. "Well, it might feel interesting but I don't think that we're gonna do anything with it." I said. "Why not? I really want you to fuck me again!" he insisted. "Because, right now, I don't think that's such a good idea. You're not used to being fucked and I don't want to hurt you. We need to let your ass rest a while. I'm betting you're pretty sore back there." I explained. "No, I'm not. I feel fine - just very empty back there." he said. I reached down between us and slid my fingers into his trench, pressing the gently against his hole. He jumped and grunted at the touch. "Fine, huh? I don't think so! I think it's quite sore back there. We'll give a few hours before we try it again." I said. "But I want to make love!" he insisted petulantly. "I never thought I'd hear myself say this but you don't have to fuck to make love, babe." I said gently as I put my mouth on his shoulder and began gently sucking and licking on his sweaty skin. "Mmm! That feels really good!" he moaned. "Tastes pretty good, too." I murmured. He turned in my arms so that he was facing me. Our mouths met in a deep and searching kiss. "So tell me about making love without fucking?" he asked, raising his eyebrow in dismay. "As near as I can tell, I've been making love to you from the first night we met. What do you think was happening in the shower every night?" I smiled. "Well, I kind of wondered since you seemed to love touching me but you totally ignored the fact that I was hard the whole time!" he smiled. "I guess you noticed I was, too?" I asked. "How the fuck could I miss that!" he said, reaching down and stroking the aforementioned appendage. I groaned at his touch. Grabbing his hand, I moved it up to my chest. If he kept that up, I couldn't talk at all! "I just figured that you were hard because someone was touching you. I couldn't even imagine that you were hard because of me." I admitted. "Why not? You're a fucking hunk!" he insisted. "Well, thank you but I don't think of myself as a 'hunk'." I told him. "You ought to!" he stated. "Be that as it may, I just felt I was too old for you. It didn't stop me from wanting you, though." I said. "I just wanted you to make the first move." "Why?" he asked. "Why?! So I'd know for sure that I hadn't misread something. You remember who your mother is? I had a lot to lose if you didn't want my attentions." I explained. "Oh, you thought I'd scream 'rape'?" he smiled. "Something like that." I said. "I'm not usually shy around good looking guys but, with you, I was fucking petrified." "Why? I'm not all that special." he said. "Bullshit! Not only are you fucking beautiful, but somewhere down inside I knew this was more than just horniness I was feeling. I knew that you were very, very special. That you could be very special to me. I guess that's the 'love' part." I said. "I was scared that I'd read everything all wrong and that you couldn't love me - when I'd finally found you. I promise you I've never been in love with anybody before in my life. So I wasn't sure about anything!" "But I felt the same way! I was sure you didn't want some kid falling in love with you!" he said, plaintively. "To be honest with you - I didn't. But you're not 'some kid'. To be honest with you, at times I'm afraid you're more mature than I am." I grinned. "Actually, I was scared to death of you falling in love with me." "But you just said..." he started and I interrupted. "Yeah. I know what I said but I was scared of you falling in love with me at the same time. I told you, I'd never fallen in love before and, to be honest, I figured I wasn't capable of it. I thought that if I had been it would have happened by now. I guess I was wrong all the way around." I admitted. "So it's kind of like you were a 'virgin', too." he smiled. "Yeah. I guess in that way I was. You see, I didn't think guys could fall in love with each other. I thought we were all too selfish and self-centered. At least all the guys I knew were. Even the straight ones. I figured that guys just didn't have those emotions. Stupid, huh?" I shook my head. "Not stupid!" he said, kissing me gently. "Just scary. Emotions are scary to guys. I guess we're all told were not supposed to have any so we keep acting like we don't. Then when things hit us, we get scared because we don't know what to do - how to act. Nothing is more scary to a guy than to be in a situation where you don't know what you're supposed to do or how to act." "See what I mean! No kid could figure that out! I didn't even figure that out!" I exclaimed. He laughed. "Dan, I think that probably the scariest thing for both of us is 'needing'. I need you. I really do. My life is so much better with you in it. And maybe you feel the same way?" he asked. "Oh, I definitely feel the same way! And you're right. That is scarier than hell! I've never needed anybody! I've always tried to be my own man, make it on my own. The idea of needing someone else, sharing my life with them, that scares the shit out of me. I mean, alone, it doesn't matter what anybody thinks of you. But when you love someone, it matters a LOT what they think of you." I said. "So, since we both know now that we love and need each other, I guess we don't have to be scared anymore?" he said. "No, now is the scariest part of all." I said. "Why?" he asked. "Now we both have something to lose." I said. We didn't talk much after that. I did end up fucking him again and it was even better than the first time. He was able to take me inside him much easier and I didn't worry so much about hurting him and could concentrate on making it really good for both of us. That was a new experience. Oh, not that I hadn't always tried to do that with the guys I'd fucked but then it was for the selfish reason that I wanted them to want me to fuck them again. Now it was because I really wanted to give Robby pleasure. I didn't even care that much about myself because somehow I knew that just getting him off would get me off - and it did. The rest of the weekend was like that. We made love so many times I don't remember how many times there were. It almost seems, looking back, that we were fucking the whole time. But I know that isn't true because I also remember a lot of time just holding and kissing one another. I also remember long talks about how we grew up and what kind of a future we wanted with each other. I know at some point we ate, I remember fixing food for us but I couldn't tell you what it was. What I could tell you is the scent of him, the taste of him, the touch of him. Those are the things I remember about that weekend. I remember what it felt like when he would explore my body and when I would explore his. I remember wanting, more than anything, to lose myself in him and for the weekend to never end. But, of course, it did. I let him drive back home. I'll never forget the look on his face when I handed him the keys to the Ferrari and told him to get behind the wheel. It was, I guess, what his face must have looked like when his Mom bought him his first bike. I knew what I wanted to do for his birthday - buy him one of his own. I also knew that I couldn't do that. How the fuck would I explain to his mother buying him a hundred-thousand dollar sports car?! I knew however, I wanted to get him something incredibly special for his birthday - something to celebrate not only his turning eighteen but celebrating our love for each other as well. I just couldn't figure out what to get him. When we got back to my place, we didn't want to part. Finally, I told him that the only choice we had was to call his Mom and tell her it was so late and that Robby was so tired, he was going to spend the night and he go to school directly from here in the morning. Diane accepted the excuse but wanted to talk to me to make sure that Robby was not 'imposing' on me. I had to keep from showing my enthusiasm at how much I wanted Robby to stay and she seemed to accept that I really didn't see it as an imposition. Robby and I were grinning at each other like two kids who were 'getting away' with something through the whole conversation. I guess we both knew that we were just 'prolonging the agony' of parting but we at least had one more night together. We worked out together and swam in the lap pool, then we went into the whirlpool and spent the next half hour kissing and touching each other in the hot, bubbling water. We then went into the shower. This time, we did much more than wash each other's back! We basically washed each other. It was the most sensual and erotic shower I'd ever had. I had so many fantasies from the previous week of showering with him but restraining myself and I lived out every one I could remember! I then took him to my bed and slowly made love to him. Having gotten somewhat used to being fucked, when I licked his hole, it blossomed open for my tongue and I was able to get deep up inside him. One thing for sure, I'd never met any guy that loved having his ass eaten as much as Robby! Once he got over his initial reluctance, he would beg me to do it and do it and do it! My jaw and tongue were becoming completely worn out from eating his butt so long! But I was as into it as he was! I loved eating his ass! Almost as much as I loved shoving my cock in it! Evidently, my long butt-eating session had another effect on Robby. It made him into a superb ass-eater. Now, even though I love to eat butt, I'm usually not one for having my butt eaten. Most guys are not very good at it. Oh, some of them are eager enough, but they really don't know what they're doing. The strange thing is, the only really outstanding rim-artists that I've ever encountered were usually 'Bi' guys who loved to eat pussy! They really knew how to eat out a hole! Part of what made sex with Robby so exciting was the eagerness he brought to it. I suppose it's common with those who have just lost their virginity but Robby particularly seemed to revel in the experience and seemed incredibly eager to learn everything he could! He was not only becoming a great ass-eater, he was also becoming a great cocksucker! There wasn't much he needed to learn about how to fuck me - he'd done a fantastic job with his cock from the very first time. But Robby, above all, loved for me to fuck him. I could tell that he did everything he could to open himself up and to eliminate any difficulties to getting my cock buried as deep inside him as I could drive it. That night, I took an inordinately long time to eat his butt, digging in deep with my tongue and thoroughly enjoying the scent, taste and feel of him. For his part, Robby lay face down on the bed while I lay behind him, face down in his ass. He moaned continuously - occasionally begging me to "never stop!". But he knew, as I knew, that what he really wanted was my cock buried deep in his hole. Up until now, we had always fucked in the 'missionary' position - me over him, him on his back. That night, however, I decided that I wanted him face down. I wanted to feel him under me. I wanted to feel him 'submitting' to my cock. Above all, I wanted to view and feel the 'backside' of him. I was intimately familiar with the 'front' of him, his beautiful face, his gut- wrenching smile, his large pecs, his rippling abs and his thick cock. The back of him, however, was just as beautiful! His broad shoulders, the muscular 'flare' of his lats and, best and most beautiful of all, his rounded and beautiful 'bubble-butt' - on which I was happily feasting! Reluctantly pulling my face out of his ass-crack, I reached over to the night stand and grabbed the bottle of lube. I began lubing up his hole, starting with one finger but quickly working my way up to three. Robby started humping the bed, pushing his ass back against my fingers, driving them deeper and harder into his butt. His wanton behavior and the feel of his hungry ass let me know how badly he wanted fucked. And I wanted just as badly to fuck him! I rose up and lubed up my cock. His legs were nicely spread and I could see his luscious pink hole winking at me from the cleft of his butt. I rose up over him on one hand, using the other one to press my cockhead against his eager hole. The lips of his ass nipped at the head of my cock as if his hole was trying to gobble my cock - a truly HUNGRY hole! Once my cock was at the entrance to his chute, I let go and rested with both hands flat on the bed and both arms fully extended. I let the weight of my body push my cock slowly into his hole. Robby wasn't willing, however, to wait for my slow entry. Instead, he pushed up and back with his butt, impaling himself on my hard, thick manroot. We both groaned loudly as my cock sunk deeper and deeper into his hole. I lowered my body so that I was now resting on my elbows with the curve of his butt in the curve of my groin. I could now lick, suck and bite at the skin on his shoulders and neck as well as reach his ears to swab them out with my tongue and use my teeth to gentle nibble on his lobes. I could feel him shiver in delight under me as I did so. I was gently and slowly moving my cock in and out of his hole but he kept pressing his butt backwards, making each thrust harder and deeper. Finally I decided I would give him what he evidently wanted. I rose back up to my hands and began using my legs and hips to slam my cock into his butt as hard and fast as I could. He kept thrusting back with his ass so that the bedroom was filled with the sound of the hard slaps of his butt hitting my hips with each thrust. Neither one of us was going to last long at this pace. We were like two race horses heading, neck and neck, towards the finish line. Finally, I heard him cry out and felt his chute tightening around my cock as I shifted my hips so that I was slamming hard into his prostate on each thrust. "FUCK!!!" he screamed out as he dumped his heavy load of cum beneath him on the bed. "YEAH! FUCKIN' CUM FOR ME!!!" I screamed out as I gave into my own orgasm, dumping my load in his heaving ass. It seemed like we came for hours, crying out in animal grunts. Finally, I couldn't support myself anymore and collapsed on his back, our bodies being glued together by our sweat. I lay there, panting near his ear as his own body heaved in deep breaths. We lay there for a long time, I think I went into some kind of twilight state of altered consciousness - not sleep but not awake either. It was the forcing of my softened cock from his ass that brought me once again to full consciousness. I slid down his body and again, laying between his legs, buried my face in his just fucked ass and began sucking my load from his hole. He groaned at the feeling but lay still, allowing me to feast at his hole for as long as I wanted. When I'd finally gotten all of my cum that his butt was going to give up, I moved up the bed beside him, He turned towards me and I gathered him in my arms. We shared some of my cum which I had sucked from his ass and then I pulled the covers over us and we slept - warm and comfortable in each others arms. The End of Chapter 5 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. 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