Gay Erotic Stories

Warning: this story is a work of fiction and contains graphic descriptions of hardcore sex between consenting male adults doing unnatural acts. All participants in this story are over the age of 18 at the time of the story. If you are not eighteen or the subject matter offends you, please log off. The Secretary, Part 1 By Nathan Harvey It was when I started High School that I began to realize when most of my classmates were going to go off to those fancy colleges. I was going to be left behind in this jerk water town with no possible chance of getting a decent job. In this day and age it took more than a high school education to even get into the door of any company that offered any kind of decent career opportunity. I was never going to amount to anything in my lifetime; I would be just like my stepfather, Stanley ‘Chips’ Chipalsky city trash man. Chips had spent all of his life as a junk man. Now don’t get me wrong, when he married my mother I was six, but he treated me like his very own son. I loved him in a way, but I really could never accept him as my father. He was a good man, a gentle man and when mother passed, he kept me with him treating me like his own son, but I wanted more out of life than living on the other side of the tracks and wearing clothes from Goodwill. I wanted to be more than being the stepson of Stanley ‘Chips’ Chipalsky, trash man. Mr. Stevens, that twink of a counselor I had been assigned to tried desperately to get it across to me that in this day and age I had to go to college. When he finally realized there was no way my stepfather could afford to send me to school and I simply wasn’t scholarship material, he suddenly looked up saying he had an idea. By adding computer and filing to my class schedule I would be able to apply for all the openings in the secretarial field. Asking him if he was crazy he began laughing saying, “Those secretaries as you call them are in a position to learn how to run a company, but they will never get the chance---but you boy would be sitting pretty with your great looks. He then told me that once I had my training, I could get a job in most any city in the world. The more he talked the better it began sounding and suddenly it didn’t seem so funny anymore. He said that if I wanted it bad enough l would have to become more than just a secretary---that I would have to do everything better. I would need to stand above the crowd, stand tall and find a way to make everyone see that I had executive potential. Well, by now he had made his point. It was on my first day in business class that I began to realize just how strange it was going to be---there were only two guys with all those girls in the whole class. Miss Bosom seemed more than surprised at seeing two guys in her class learning short hand and typing and with a smirk she announced to the girls that we would see if the “Stronger Sex could survive in a women’s world.” “Damn her’ I though, “the old bitch is going to give me a hard time, I can feel it.” Looking over at Morris Robertson, my fellow classmate I could see that fag was going to fit in real fine. God I hated fags. Telling Chips my plans, he seemed a little surprised but then he surprised me by lugging home an old office computer someone had discarded somewhere on his route. Checking out the machine it was slow, a real relic but working on it I soon began getting the feel of using the computer. As the machine buzzed and whirled and clunked words began flitting across the monitor. Chips just stood there in fascination watching. He looked so damn proud. For a brief moment he didn’t look as old or tired and I could see at one time he had been quite handsome, I could see how mother had fallen for him. He was built like a bull. All those years of helping him on the truck on summer vacations, I had also developed a hard body like his, so no one ever gave me any shit--I could hold my own. The one thing I had to say about my stepfather was that as a family, we had never lacked for anything. True it was always second hand and sometimes gifts were a little late, but he was a damn good stepfather. I felt ashamed of myself for being ashamed of him; of being glad he hadn’t adopted me and given me that stupid Polish name of his. Between my work in class and on the computer at home I was going like a bat out of hell--as for shorthand, I seemed to have a knack for it. Even old lady Blossom said I was her best student. In fact it was her suggestion for me to get even faster with my shorthand I should begin taking all my notes in my classes. At first most of the guys were giving me static about my taking shorthand like some dame, but as the school year progressed, I was the one they came to when they missed class and needed to copy someone’s notes. I’d even started a little business on the side typing their theme papers and running them through the spell checker on my computer. Suddenly I had become very popular with the guys as well as my teachers. Mrs. Sammons, my English lit teacher, was checking out workbooks and when she stopped at my desk and began going through my notes she let out this little gasp as she began turning the pagers. Looking down and giving me one of those rare frozen smiles of hers, she said that if she could have my notes of her class at year’s end, she would give me a final grade of A. Now to understand the importance of that, you had to realize that old Mrs. Sammons probably had never given an A to any student in this century--and I was going to be the first! Grinning up at her saying, “You have a deal Mrs. Sammons.” I now realized that that fairy Mr. Stevens really knew what he was talking about. Stopping by his office on the way to my next class, I wanted to tell him about Mrs. Sammons and my A, but he was with some other student. Looking up and seeing me, he motioned me in saying he would be free the next period. Telling him my next period was gym; he suggested I stop by after school if it was really important. Nodding I headed out to class, not wanting to be late as gym was my favorite class. I was good and I knew it, I had the speed and I had the smarts to be a good player, but more than that I like showing off my body and seeing the envy of the other guys. I knew I was better looking than most all of them and I was damn sure hung better then they were. It made me feel good to see the envy in their eyes. Somehow I never did get back to talk with Mr. Stevens and then we were on summer vacation. That summer I turned eighteen and I was beginning to feel different about myself. With my last year of High School coming up, I knew I was going places and this was just a short stop. It was back to the truck and trash for the summer, but I somehow this year for the first time, Chips and I began to talk. That was when I learned of the sacrifices he had made for mom and me. He had worked all his life for us, just to keep up with her doctor bills and to feed us. Now that Mom was gone, he was just a lonely old man. God I wondered how he stood it, he never dated, and all he did was work, eat and sleep. That was when I vowed I would have money. With me working on the truck route, we began making a little extra money and Chips insisted I keep it for myself. Watching my little stash of money grow, I began to scheme on how I could get a new computer and a faster printer. If I was going to succeed I knew I needed more state of the art equipment. CompuWorld had been advertising this computer in the papers and when I’d saved that amount, I took a day off from the trash truck route and headed out to buy my new state of the art computer. Upon entering the store, I was met by this older guy dressed in a blue blazer and camel slacks. After checking me out, he asked if I was just browsing or did I have a particular machine in mind. After telling him I was majoring in business at Central High he grinned knowingly, saying he had a great machine that would just fit the bill for a young executive. God was he smooth! Then leading me over to this nifty unit with AN LCD Monitor, he went on about its memory; its speed and the sharp picture, the reduced flicker and how it would reduce eye strain. Then telling me this whole bundle came with a printer and scanner, AND that I would need nothing more. Here at one low price, I would possess the state of the art in computers. I asked him to total it up, but I soon was aghast when he printed out the total of nearly three thousand dollars. Telling him, “No Way” I said I didn’t have nearly that much money, and what’s more their advertisements in the Tribune claimed I could get a good machine for just under a thousand bucks. He just stood there smiling at me saying, “Boy, that was the cheap one, just an advertising special--a draw, now this baby with the LCD monitor and scanner, and printer--you’d have the whole ball of wax. What you saw in the advertisement was the basic package, but you would be wasting your money. Why, in a few months time, you’d be back looking at the top of the line.” I could almost see the wheels turning as he told me this machine would be going on sale next month as a demo model and if I wanted, he could set it aside for me. As a demo, the sale price would that fit right into my price range. Saying it was still too expensive, he said in a low hushed voice, “Boy if you’re nice to me perhaps I could use my discount to help you out.” I began backing away from him--I’d been around long enough to know damn well what being ‘nice’ to him probably meant. I was almost ready to pop the sales jerk, when a voice inside me kept saying, “What are you saving yourself for Robby? This is your chance to get something for nothing, just a little bedtime. All the jocks at school make out---why not you?” This was the decision that would turn out to be a pivotal point in my life. He knew he had me and pressing a card into my hand, he said, “Tonight’s a Friday night and there’s no school tomorrow, call me later.” I had to wonder if everyone in store could see my flaming face as I hurried out. I couldn’t believe what I was doing. All that afternoon I debated the pros and cons of it all, and finally the computer won out. Just after supper I told Chips I was going to the show with some buddies and I slipped into the kitchen to make the call. There was a ringing and then this low voice came on the line, “Collins here”. Stammering I replied, “Robby, Robby Willis sir, I talked to you at the CompuWorld store.” A long pause then he asked me if I had a car. I told him no. He then told me to take a taxi over to his place and he would meet me outside and pay the cabby. Without waiting for my answer, he hung up. Well there it was, I had just sold my ass for a computer. Somehow I should have felt bad, but I really didn’t. Girls were putting out right and left and so what if a guy did just once to get something he really needed. At least that was what I kept telling myself all the way over to his condo! When the cab pulled up to 76 Shore Drive, he was standing out front and waiting to pay the cabby. The cabby looked over at me and kind of snickered—I felt like he knew what was going on, thinking my face must have given me away. I wondered how many other guys he’d brought here. Mr. Collins asked me then if I had ever been in this building. Too embarrassed to answer, he just laughed the question off, telling me to come on inside. Once we were inside his place, I felt I was seeing how the other half of the world lived. Looking up into that high lofted room I could see what seemed to be a first a balcony and then I could see it was a loft bedroom overlooking the living room. As my eyes traveled down the picture infested walls past oil paintings, prints and photographs, I had to smile seeing this Wurlitzer grand piano sitting there in all its flashing black lacquered glory. Moving closer to me he was now asking, “Have you ever been with a man before Robby? Why don’t we relax and have something to drink and get to know one another.” Then walking over to a little carved chest he continued, “I’m an old fool for the Martini, you ever have one Robby boy? I mixed a pitcher full for us while I was waiting for you---here boy have take a taste of the twenties!” After looking that the funny v-shaped glass and thinking he sure didn’t mix big drinks, I took the stem of the glass and brought it to my lips, and drained its contents in one gulp. He began laughing saying, “ No boy! No, you sip a martini and then eat the olive.” Filling my glass again, he instructed me to sip the drink slowly and savor the taste.” It felt funny and it tasted funny but after a few sips, the second martini was gone. Laughing and pouring another refill in my glass, he just kept saying, “Just little sips boy, just little sips. Now let’s try again.” By now I was feeling a little dizzy and sort of giggling, I said, “ I think I like martini’s Mr. Collins.” Telling me to call him “Chet”, he said it was now time to do the deed. Leading me up the stairs, I was so wobbly on my feet I had a hard time making the steps. As he slid his hand around my waist he said he was going to show me a real good time. After finally getting me to the bed, he began undoing my shirt telling me to just relax and he would take good care of me. Pushing him away, I told him I could undress myself. Laughing, he said he apparently had a lot he needed to teach me. Fumbling and stumbling I managed to strip leaving my clothes in a pile on the floor. Standing there naked, I watched him as he removed each article of his clothing almost like a dancer and folded each meticulously. Then suddenly we were standing there together naked. Pulling me close to him, he pushed my face to his nipples telling me to suck them like they were my mama’s tits. After sucking and chewing on his nipple, he then moved my head to his other nipple telling me to treat both his little boys right. The feeling of his few prickly hairs on his chest against my face was somehow erotic and I began to think this wasn’t going to be all that bad. Then he began pushing me down and I began licking that little fur trail down his stomach to his crotch. Finding myself on my knees and his cock in my face, I began trying to push away but he said, “No baby, not now. You’re going to do what you came here for, you little cock tease!” Taking my head and guiding my lips to his cock, he began working it into my mouth. As the head of his cock began stretching my lips and the taste of his body filed my mouth, I realized what I was doing. Trying to pull away, he was prepared for my resistance. He had placed his hands on the back of my head and holding tight, he began fucking my mouth. Gagging me with each thrust of his cock, he kept pushing and telling me to open up my throat. Then with one hard lunge he drove his cock deep into my throat. He had me pinned to the bed. Laughing then he said, “See there boy, you can do it!” as he began pumping and twisting--driving his cock deep into my throat again and again. While I was struggling to breath with his cock lodged in my throat, he began pushing this little bottle under my nose telling me to breath. As the fowl odor filled my lungs the feeling of fear and shame of what I was doing seemed to vanish as my body began relaxing. Now the only sound in the room was the sucking and slurping of my mouth as his cock filled my mouth and throat. Reaching up and grabbing his ass cheeks, it was like I was never going to get enough of him. After feeling his cock expanding even more suddenly it began pulsing and then there was the hot wash of his cum spraying into my throat. Now wanting still more, I was sucking him even deeper into my throat. I was sucking on him like his cock was a treat giving me mother’s milk. Pushing me back he was saying, “Slowdown baby, I gotta’ save a little juice for your ass!” Pulling me to my feet I kept repeating, “No please, not my ass.” Then as he lay me over the bed and feeling his hot lips on my cock I kept protesting, “ No, please no” but he knew I was too far gone now, and that he could do anything to me now. Somehow I had always thought that when I lost my virginity it would be with a woman, but here I was going to let a man fuck me. As his hot lips worked my cock, I could feel his fingers slipping into my asshole. Shivers of lust were now running through my body and moving my hips and pumping my cock into his mouth, at the same time he was driving his fingers deeper into my ass. My ass had now started convulsing wildly with each thrust as my body felt like it was trying to suck his fingers deeper inside me. Then everything seemed to go fuzzy and wonderful and I felt like my balls were about to explode. Then suddenly my cock began erupting and it felt like he was sucking the cum right out of my body. I seemed to just keep shooting forever and this fuzzy and wonderful feeling began taking over my mind. Laying there gasping for air, my heart felt like it was going to leap from my chest. I could feel him raising my legs. It was so exciting, so wonderful and then suddenly this hot blinding pain was shooting through my body. Gasping and screaming, I yelled, “NO” Laughing he said, “ No boy, I’m already there so just relax now and let it happen.” I began to cry as he began slowly fucking me. Looking up and grinning he was saying, “I knew you’d be cherry boy!” Slowly, ever so slowly the burning pain in my ass seemed to diminish and my body began to feel like it was stretching to fit his cock. Chet, after feeling my body accepting him began laughing saying, “Robby Boy you’re a fucking whore now, you sold your ass for a discount on a computer!”. Feeling that cock riding in and out of my ass nothing mattered now, but that wonderful feeling of his cock inside me. Then feeling that warm orgasm spreading deep inside me, I began begging him for more. Grinning at me saying, “Baby anytime any place.” Ever so slowly the booze had begun to wear off, but that wonderful feeling of some one being a part of me gave me a special feeling of belonging, a feeling I’d never had before. I had no idea how long we had been there or how many times he had used me, but I still wanted more. When he told me I’d better be getting home now, almost reluctantly I crawled out of bed to shower. When I’d returned to the bedroom and started to dress, he handed me the shirt he’d been wearing saying it would look good on me. Taking it and slipping into its soft fuzzy material, I felt like a prince. It was when we were in his car I asked Mr. Collins if he wanted to fuck me again. Looking over at me and rubbing my legs he replied, “Hell yes Robby and call me Chet! And do I want to fuck you again, how about our making Friday nights ‘our night’?” Pulling his big Lexus up into our driveway I was glad our house was dark. That meant Chips was asleep. How in the hell would I explain getting dropped off by Chet in this car? Standing and watching him backing out and pulling away, as I headed up the stairs I began to feel this pain in my ass. Slipping in and creeping up the stairs I managed to strip and crawl into bed without waking Chips. It was not hard now to justify what I’d done-- after all if it was okay for a girl to put out, why not a guy? It was almost dawn before I managed to get to sleep and I knew Chips would be in my doorway at dawn expecting me to go out on the truck with him. It felt like I had just closed my eyes when he was shaking me. Rolling over saying I didn’t want to get up, he said to get my ass out of bed or he would haul me out. Sitting up then and looking at this big hairy beast in the pee stained boxers he always slept in, for the first time I noticed he was hung like an animal. I’d seen him in his shorts before and even naked, but this was the first time I really noticed his cock. I wanted to touch it. Blushing and shakily crawling out of bed, suddenly I was ashamed for him to see me naked, afraid I would spring a hard-on in front of him. Me the kid that had been bathed by him, had showered with him, and now I was afraid to be naked with him. Wanting to just get away from him, I said I would be down in a second when I took a quick shower. As I headed to the bathroom I could see him holding my new shirt. When I entered the kitchen Chips was sitting at the table eating when I pulled out my chair. Looking up as I began eating from the plate he had filled for me he asked, “You doing something you want to tell me about Boy?” Turning scarlet I knew he knew something was different about me. He was always like that; he seemed to sense my moods, read my thoughts. Looking down, trying to hide my face from him I heard his voice, “You’ve had sex with someone haven’t you boy?” Blushing I didn’t know what to do, what to say, did he know I had let a man fuck me? Finally looking up all I could manage was, “Yes Sir.” Leaning back saying, “Well boy don’t get the girl pregnant or you’ll end up working on a trash truck all your life! Follow your dreams Robby.” All that day on the truck all I could think of was how much my ass hurt, then looking over at Chips handling the heavy stuff, his shirt sticking to him showing his hard firm body I kept getting erections thinking of that cock up my ass or down my throat. God what was I thinking? Even my stepfather was turning me on! I had to get my life under control. Every once in a while I caught him staring at me as if he was waiting for me to say something, to confess my indiscretions. The rest of that week I worked my head off trying not to think, it had finally sunk in I was a damn fairy and it kept coming back to me what Chester had said, “I was a whore--I had sold my body to him for a discount on a computer. ” Then smiling, I was thinking, but what a computer! It was about the middle of the week, Wednesday I think I got a call from Chet asking me if I was ready for another round. Thinking fast I pretended I was talking to one of the guys saying I would love to take in a show tonight. Looking over at Chips I asked, “It’s alright with you if I go out tonight isn’t it?” Nodding and winking I realized he knew it wasn’t one of the guys. Chips could read my every thought; he knew damn well I was lying. I could here Chester telling me to take a cab and he would pay the cabby when he arrived at his place. Hanging up the phone saying I had to shower, Chips told me to use some of that cologne I’d given him for Christmas. Girls always like a man to smell good. I had never lied to him before and for a brief instant I wanted to tell him what I had become. I kept trying not to think of myself as a whore on that ride over to Chet’s condo. All the way over I kept telling myself it was like a date—just a date like all the guys go on, but I knew deep down I was going there for him to fuck me. I needed him and I wanted him. When the cab pulled into the drive and Chet paid the driver, I was so hot now I didn’t care about anything--I wanted him up my ass. Once the door closed behind us he said we would have a Martini to get the blood pumping. Taking the glass he began up the stairs saying he had a lot planed for me tonight. I was eager and more than ready, he seemed to know everything about sex and I was eager to learn. Setting our glasses down he began undressing me telling me that this was all part of that wonderful sexual experience, it was like unwrapping a gift, the finest gift one man could give to another, his body. As he began to ‘unwrap’ me, his hands seemed to move across my body, then my shoulders and finally my nipples. With each touch I wanted more. Then kneeling in front of me he began slipping off my shoes, then my socks and then reached up and undid my jeans. Smiling and telling me I was a beautiful young man, I felt this rush of desire running through me---he wanted me as much as I wanted him. Pulling my jeans off of one leg and then the other, suddenly his face was between my legs and he was devouring my cock. Feeling those hot wet lips and then my cock seemed to slide into his throat. It was so awesome so wonderful as his throat began doing strange and wonderful things. My heart was pounding and I began working my cock in his throat wanting more of that wonderful feeling. So excited now and panting and gasping for breath, he pulled me to my feel and I felt his fingers working into my ass and pushing back on his fingers, I began fucking myself on his fingers. Feeling my knees going weak, he held me erect as he began sucking on my cock even harder. Suddenly my whole body was shaking and he began sucking my cock like it was a soda straw--sucking the cum out of my balls. Now my mind seemed to have sunk into this blue funk of ecstasy as Chester whispered, “Ready for me baby?” Pushing me up on the bed I scooted up spreading my legs begging him to fuck me. Muttering, “Oh Baby, baby you’re going to get the fucking of your life.” Then pulling my legs up over his shoulders, his cock seemed to find it’s way into my ass. One little sharp pain and he was inside me and pushing, I began begging, “More, please more, harder.” By now the only sounds in the bedroom was the slurping and sucking sounds of his cock was making working my ass and then he began laughing saying, “Baby you’re nothing but a little nympho--you know that? You’re never going to get enough cock, but old Chet’s gonna give you all you need baby!” And that was how it began. Now every Friday and sometimes Saturday I would go over to the condo without fail. I now even had my own key to let myself in. Getting sucked off and then fucked by Chet had become like a drug to me, I could never get enough of him. I knew he felt like that about me also because he was always giving me things, new jeans, silk shirts and even a neat gold ring. I had now come to think of him as my lover even though he’d never said that he loved me. I wondered if men said this to one another--still he had to love me because of the way he treated me of all those things he gave me. All that summer I was in heaven. It was on one of those Fridays I had let myself in and looking around, he didn’t seem to be home. Then I heard sounds coming from his bedroom. Heading up the stairs at first I though he might be showering and getting ready for me, but then I heard the low moaning and groaning and I knew he had someone in there. Approaching the door I could see him kneeling on the bed with someone’s legs over his shoulders and he was pumping his all like he had done mine. I found myself suddenly screaming out, “You damn Bastard, I though you loved me!” Looking up in surprise and laughing Chester said, “This isn’t about love boy, this is sex. Come over here baby I got enough cock for both of you boys.” I screamed out, “ I hate you Chet, I never want to see you again.” Turning then and running out of the room and bounding down the stairs I was outside. I realized I was just another toy for him, a whore, something to be fucked and thrown away. Making my way down the walk I could hear him calling after me telling me to come back. Still crying like some damn girl, I felt so cheap, I had given myself to him and he’d just used me. Vowing I would never go to see him again and not knowing what to do or where to go, I started walking home. I knew when I got there; Chips would be wondering why I was home so early. If I could only manage slip in and go to my room, I just couldn’t bear to face him and have him and asking me a lot of questions. Letting myself in as quietly as possible, as soon as I was inside Chips called out from the living room saying someone name Chester had called and he wanted me to call him back as soon as possible. Going into the kitchen to use that phone and called Chester. He was his same old jolly self as if nothing had happened tonight. Saying he had met this young man today and was hoping that we could all have a little three way. Telling him I never wanted to see him again--then I remembered the Computer. Then after pausing I was saying, “Chet, remember you own me that computer for what you did to me.” Responding he said, “Baby it was just as good for you as it was for me, you wanted my cock up your ass and don’t you forget it you conniving bitch.” Now I knew where I stood with that bastard and taking a deep breath I replied, “Then I will have my father come down to your store and tell everyone that you’re a fagot and you fuck boys and then he’ll beat the shit out of you in front of god and everyone!” Silence, then in a low voice he said, “Okay boy you win, I’ll send out the demo I promised you, but you keep your damn mouth shut bitch.” All I said was, “Deal” and hung up. Then I went up to my room and cried myself to sleep. Showering for work that next day I stood there looking in the mirror. I was big, I was hung and I was all man and I was a fag! Pulling on my skivvies and jeans and heading down to the kitchen, Chips was already at the table. Looking up he asked, “You okay boy? I heard you crying last night.” Looking down at my plate and mumbling that I had broken up with that someone special I was seeing, he didn’t look at me when he said, “Oh, I understand boy, but school starts next week and you’ll meet someone your own age.” Blushing I wondered, did he know? If he knew why didn’t he just say he knew I was gay? Was he waiting for me to tell him? Somehow it came as no surprise when the UPS truck pulled up and the driver began unloading those black and white boxes up to the door, but Chips had this questioning look on his face. Telling Chips that I had a secret part time job, I knew it was a stupid lie and I knew he didn’t believe me. He just said, “I think it’s time you told me really what’s going on boy.” Before I had a chance to say any thing Chips had the door open signing for the packages. Setting them inside and turning to me saying, “Time to go to work boy but tonight we talk!” For once I was glad to ride on the back or the truck with him driving. I knew I had to tell him, I could no longer bear the shame, but mostly it was the need I was feeling just for the touch of a man. I had made up my mind that tomorrow after work I was going to confess to him that I was a queer and then he could throw me out, if he wanted. To be continued… Comments may be made to Nathan Harvey at harveynate@AOL.com