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The Secretary, Part 2 By Nathan Harvey The work that day was especially grueling, but it kept my mind off of what I had to do. I knew it was going to be a very profitable day for the salvage end of our business. It seemed like everyone was house cleaning for winter. It was almost dark by the time we had finished unloading and separating the salvageable material and scrap from the trash. Somehow I hoped Chips wouldn’t bring up the computer again, but knowing Chips that was a long shot. Crawling into the truck with him we headed home. Chips had this grim tired expression on his face and looking over to me saying in a small tired voice, “All right boy now from the beginning, what’s the fuckin’ matter with you?” Feeling even worse than I had this morning I knew it was the time to confess. I began at the beginning of how I had saved my money for this new computer. Going on telling him how I had given myself to him at first to get that computer, before I realized it the sex had become like a drug to me. After a while I couldn’t help myself and I kept going back to him again and again for sex. As I continued talking and looking over at this big animal of an ex-marine, I could see the tears were welling up in his eyes as I continued, but still he said nothing. Giving a sigh then after I had told the story, after a long while he said, “In other words Bobby that bastard made you his grunt.” Looking over I questioned, “Grunt?” Seeming to slip into deep thought he began, “Yes boy, when I was a Marine all the boys knew that they would be shipping out. We all knew that it might be a one-way ticket and we all wanted to get our kicks. We knew we might never be coming back, so it was a common practice to find some low life sailor and use him as a grunt--in other works the guys would fuck the shit out of him. It was an accepted practice, we needed to get our nuts off and we needed an ass to fuck. It didn’t really matter if it was a guy. This is what that bastard did to you, for the price of a computer he made you into his grunt.” You, like the sailors began to like it after a while, and they like you became hooked on sex.” Somehow I felt compelled to ask, “Did you have a grunt Chips?” Then the low hushed voice he answer, “Yes Bobby I had a grunt but with us it wasn’t like with the other guys, I loved him but it was war time and after I shipped out, I never saw him again. If we had ever gotten together when I came back to the states my life would have been very different.” We rode the rest of the way home in silence. All through supper Chips was silent, it was like we had never talked. Then going into the living room he hoisted up the first box saying, “Well boy let’s see what you have here.” It was almost midnight but when I had the units assembled, he just looked at it asking; “Was it worth it son?” Blushing and looking down all I managed to say was I hated him, but I missed the sex. Chips said nothing and turning started up the stairs. Following behind him I headed to my room I said in a clear loud voice saying, “Yes, by god it was worth it”. Going into my room then and stripping and slipping into the shower, as the hot water pour over me it felt good to be clean, to have told Chips what I was. Thinking as they say I was now out of the closet. Shutting down the water and toweling my hair dry I smelled Chips before I saw him. He was wearing that Brut aftershave I had given him for Christmas. Lowering the towel from my head and seeing him standing there naked his cock proud and drooling he said, “Boy I know what you need and I am going to give it to you!” Taking me into his arms half dragging, half carrying me to my bed as he covered my body with his, he began muzzling me saying, “Tell me what he did to you boy? Tell me what you need to be happy.” Wanting to say no, but waves of lust were sweeping over me and feeling his hard body against me, I eagerly surrendered to him. Feeling my submission he began gnawing on my nipples then he began moving down my body licking and sucking and finally I could feel his tongue on my cock. Giving a little shiver he growled softly, “You like that Robby boy don’t you? You want more from Chips, you want me to go all the way don’t you Baby?” Suddenly my throbbing cock was now engulfed in this warm wet haven and feeling his tongue working my cock as it kept slipping into his throat, I wanted to scream out in pleasure. His hands seemed to lift my hips as his mouth sank deeper on to my cock and our bodies began moving in this pulsing rhythm of love. When I though it could never get any better he pulled off of me. Scooting up on my body, I wondered what he was going to happen next. Straddling my hips with his knees and raising up using his hands and spreading ass cheeks he ass seemed to suck my cock into his body. Then ever so slowly he began descending on my cock. Wiggling a bit and working himself and grunting saying, “Patience boy, it’s been a long time.” As my cock began slipping into the shelter of his hot ass I sobbed, “It feels so wonderful! I never knew it could be this wonderful!” Then as my cock slipped deep inside Chips’ ass, he began riding me and I kept bucking and squirming trying to get every last inch of my cock up his ass all the while babbling, “I never knew it would feel so wonderful to fuck a man!” Suddenly he was asking. “You meant that Bastard just used you like a whore and never let you fuck his ass?” Responding, “No sir, I thought fagots didn’t fuck men, he always said I was his bitch, his whore.” Grumbling he was saying, “Look at me boy! Do I look like a fagot? Look at yourself, you’re not damn fagot, you’re a man same as me and I’m making love to you. Fagot? Shit, that queer that was fucking you is the fagot!” Not even realizing what he was saying, all I knew was this was the most glorious feeling I’d ever had as my balls erupted shooting my cum deep into his body. Panting and gasping for breath suddenly I felt him moving off of me and raising my legs. Not knowing it could possibly get any better than this his this hot wet tongue plunged into my ass and feeling that wet wonderful reaming all I could do was throw back my head against my pillow and revel in the exotic feelings of those wild new sensations. Still Chips was not finished. Feeling him lifting my legs and pulling me up on my shoulders, I felt his cock at my ass and then he began to sink into my body. He was so much more endowed than poor old Chips, I felt like a virgin all over again. It was like that enormous organ of his had a mind of it’s own as it plunged and scraped and gyrated deep inside me. Pushing back as hard as I could begging for more Chips began slamming into me like some kind of wonderful machine and my body responding to him was trying to suck him even deeper into me. How long he hammered my ass or how many times he came was lost in the sheer delight of lust. It was when he finally withdrew and I lay in his massive arms, that he pulled me to his chest whispering “Robby, I’ve always loved you but never as much as I do now! You know I’m here for you.” Laying my head on his chest I could feel his heart beating and hugging him tight I drifted off to sleep. When I awoke that next morning at first I though it had been a wonderful dream. Then moving, I knew it was no dream. My whole body felt like it was on fire and I could still taste his cum in my mouth. Chips had fucked me raw and I had sucked him, God how many times! I even remember licking and sucking his body and fucking his ass with my tongue. How could I have done that, I had become his. What did he call it, his grunt? Stumbling out of bed and into the bathroom, I could feel the dried cum all over my body. As the water flowed over my body I kept thinking, how was I going to face him--I had sex with my own stepfather. Suddenly the curtain slid back and he was standing there naked. Stepping into the shower when his body touched mine it was electric. Soaping up his hands as he pressed against me he began soaping my body. As we moved against each other I could feel his excitement as his cock rose between my legs. Then his hands moved around to my ass and as his fingers worked the soap into my crack he whispered, “It’s been so long baby, I gotta have that ass again.” Once he had penetration, I could feel him lifting me off of my feet as his cock sank even deeper inside me. As his hands grasped my waist it was unbelievable, as he seemed to be jacking himself off on my body. Then feeling that warm wonderful feeling shooting through my gut he let me down then. Swatting me on my ass saying, “Baby, did you forget this is your first day of school today. You gotta have breakfast.” Turning and sliding my arms around him and slipping to my knees, the water pouring over me, I looked up saying, “This is all I want for breakfast!” And I took his cock into my mouth. Finally dressed in some of my new finery and sitting across from Chips, he look up saying, tonight you move your things into my room. It seemed to go without saying that I was now as he put it his grunt. Standing and putting my arms around him all I said was, “Yes Sir.” Grabbing hold of me he said, “Remember boy as my grunt you have responsibilities. First as long as you are under my roof you are mine, I don’t want you fucking around with anyone else, got it?” Giggling like a girl on his first date saying, “Yes Sir” “Second, you are a man, not a fag and I will not put up with any nonsense. “And lastly” and he blushed saying, “I love you”. Kissing him and heading out the door I knew I was not a fag, I was all man and I was Chip’s grunt, Needless to say as the days and weeks passed I began to learn my new duties in this new relationship. I learned how to make love to a man as a man. I learned the small ways to show my love, and the meaning of submissiveness. Finally, I learned what it was like to be possessed, to belong to another person. Now I walked with a difference now, I knew where my head was at, and yes I knew where the one between my legs belonged now. I had accepted the fact that school was now my job—I needed to excel for Chips—to make him proud. I had even begun to feel that the one good thing about that summer was I now knew who and what I was. I had become a man and I was in love with a real man, not like that fag of a salesman. Still somehow Chet always was between Chips and me, no he never said anything, but it was like a stain, a blemish on our perfect relationship. Nights when I lay in Chips’ arms I could feel it something still stood between us and I was afraid he felt that I was used goods. Little did I realize now that his resentment wasn’t for me, but was for Chester Collins the manager of CompuWorld. That he had taken advantage of me. It was on a Friday and I was at my computer when a message flashed up on the screen. It was a buddy message from Chet Collins asking if I would forgive him for being such an ass that he needed me. Calling Chips over as he read the message Chips told me to tell him how much I missed him. Looking up at Chips from the expression on his face I knew then that this was going to be Chester Collin’s day of reckoning. Typing out how much I missed him and longed to see him Chips whispered, “Make it sound like you’re eager.” Well going back and typing, I needed him and could we get together tonight; there was a pause and then a big font saying yes. Saying he would pay the cab I responded by telling him to just leave the door unlatched and stay in bed naked and be ready for me. Closing down the computer and heading up stairs to shower Chips began telling me his plan. By the time I had dressed like he’d told me--in jeans, no underwear--Chips was out from his shower and dressed. Pulling on our coats then we headed out to the truck. It was just a short ride over to Chester’s condo and as we pulled into the parking space in front of Chester’s condo, I had to laugh at how outrageous the truck looked parked in that long line of elegant cars. Heading up to Collins’ apartment Chips tried the door and it was unlocked. Slipping in he slid the bolts shut and I called out, “I’m here lover.” Chips had told me to go into the bedroom naked, so standing there in the hall I began undressing. Padding up the carpeted stairs naked with Chips behind me, I burst into the room telling him how much I missed him and how sorry I was not to have come sooner. He was out of bed and all over me like a damn animal in heat. Telling him I needed him, Chet pulled me onto the bed he had my legs up and his cock deep in my ass in no time flat. Just then we were blinded with a flash of a camera and Chips came bolting into the room. It was almost comic as I felt that hard shaft shrivel and pop out of my ass. Jumping off the bed Chester demanded to know what the fuck was going on. Then as his eyes began to clear from the flash and he got a good look at Chips, he began to tremble. Suddenly he was on his knees saying he was sorry. Now Chips was standing directly in front of him saying, “Baby you are going to pay for fucking my grunt!” By now old Chester was so frightened he was pissing all over the carpet. Kneeling there in his own water he watched as Chips began stripping. He tore off each item of clothing with such violence it was almost like a preview of what was to come. Then completely naked, his cock standing proud, he said, “My boy tells me you never let anyone fuck you, is that right fagot?” You could see Chester wince at being called a fagot; he was more than aware what that connotation meant. Then pushing him to his hands and knees Chips said, “Now make like a bitch fagot and give your master a fuck.” Looking up in absolute terror as Chips gave the order he looked over to me saying, “Shove your cock in his mouth to keep him quiet Robby.” Chips watched in satisfaction as I rammed my cock deep into his throat and even as Chet was gagging and choking, he mounted Chester and in one dry push rammed his cock deep into his ass. Suddenly I could feel his silent scream as my cock slid deep into his throat. Collins was now bucking and squirming like a bull in a rodeo, but no way could he escape the cocks that were invading his body. Then finally weak and beaten from exhaustion he just settled down letting us use him. Standing before us now in complete surrender, Chester Collins was a beaten man. He was nothing but a bitch now and ours to do with as we wished. It was when Chips pushed him over on his back and began working his fingers into his ass he realized what was coming and began whimpering and begging us to let him go. Then almost as fast as the eye could see Chips had his hand up his ass and was fisting him. Thrashing around like a fish on a hook Chips had extracted his pound of flesh from Chet without spilling a drop of blood. Pulling his hand from his ass and going to the bathroom to wash, he left Chester curled up in a fetal position. For a man that used other men for his pleasure, he was now reduced to nothing more than a cunt needing a cock. He would never be a man again. He would well know the craving of a slut that needed a cock up his ass. Storming out of the apartment Chips warned Chester never to call again. As we crawled into the truck, somehow I felt a little bit sorry for Chester, after all if it hadn’t been for him I would never have Chips as my lover. No matter after that our life resumed and now it was better than ever. It came as no surprise to read the small article in the paper were a Chester Collins had been picked up for soliciting men. As the article went on he was the former manager for a local computer store. That was all it said--there was no more. Asking Chips what was going to become of him, he said that was entirely up to him, he could go away and start a new life or he could wallow in self pity and destroy himself--remember that everyman controls his own destiny. He was right, Chips was always right about everything. Our love and understanding had grown as I truly began to feel the love he’d always had for me, now we had this tangible way of showing each other. With Chips it was different than with Chester, With Chips it was the feeling of fulfillment, not lust or sex I learned what real love was. As the winter grew bitter and his business was cut into by the city starting its own trash collection program, I began to worry about him. Still he never complained, but I worried. He began to work longer hours and seemed to be making less money. I tried in every way to make it better for him. I started cooking and cleaning, anything to give him more time to rest. Then at night I would lay in his arms and I knew he was too exhausted to make love to me, but being in his arms was enough. It was then late spring and school was almost over and things seemed to be getting better. I was now all excited about graduation and finding a job and helping with the expenses. Then one night Chips came home from his run very late and I knew something was very wrong. He seemed so unbelievably tired and I hurried him off to bed. I rushed to bring some hot soup up to him. All that night I sat there listing to his labored breathing and by morning he was silent. He had passed away while I slept. It was then that I found the envelope on the dresser. He had known this was going to happen and he had prepared for it. He had left this love letter for me and then a page of instructions. He had known his time was over and he had done everything to save me from the grief of making those final decisions for him. Laying next to him and holding him that one last time, I promised him I would always love him. Then getting up I began to follow the instructions in the letter, first the mortuary, then the lawyer and finally the church. At the service I began to realize what a wonderful man he had been and how many friends he had. Hundreds of people were there expressing their grief at my loss. When I went home to that empty house then I also began to realize I had lost a part of myself, but I knew I had to go on, I owed it to Chips and somehow I did make it through to graduation. Stanley ‘Chips’ Chipalsky city trash man had been more than a stepfather to me, he had been my teacher, my lover and my life. After the sale of the house and what little Chips had left in the bank, his debts were paid. He had been a proud man and now he could rest in peace. I was now finished with that part of my life and now it was time to make my way and my first decision was go follow the money. South Bend had no great industry anymore or any giant corporations, so that meant I would need to move. Taking what little I owned and of course my computer, after packing them, I then contracted to have them stored until I could find a place and send for them. Since we were so close to Chicago I felt that would be the starting place for my new career. Boarding the South Shore train and stowing my bag I was now off, there were no tearful goodbyes, the one man I loved was at peace now, and I could leave. Sitting back in the seat watching the people boarding on the local stops, I began wondering what kind of lives they were coming from and what kind of jobs they were going to. Clutching the Chicago Tribune in my hands I began checking out the job listings in the Classifieds. With no luck there I decided I would try my luck with the state employment office. As we got closer to the city and the car began to fill up, this older man took the seat beside me. Looking me over like I was some kind of road kill, he asked if I was going to Chicago to find work. Something in his approach wreaked of another man, of Chester Collins the manager of CompWorld. Nodding he began saying a fine young man like me should have no problem of finding a good sponsor. The more he talked the more I though, sponsor shit, what he was saying was more akin to a pimp. Listing to him chatter along as he tried to press his knee into my leg, I began to think, “Why not hit him up for a few dollars?” Pressing my leg against his, I began telling him I had no real money and I sure could use a sponsor. His eyes began to glitter as he began thinking he had a real ruby on his hands. Playing my advantage I said if he could spot me enough for a room perhaps there would be some way I could pay him back in some fashion. Looking down at his lap, I could see his excitement growing. Leaning closer to me while trying to cop a feel of my arms, he began saying that a lot of young boys like me stayed right down town at the State Street YMCA. Looking into his eyes I went on saying, “Are they very expensive Sir.” That did it! You could almost smell his lust. Scrambling in his back pocket he produced a billfold and looking at me and then at his money, he extracted a single one hundred dollar bill. Handing it to me he said, “ This should be good for one night”. Handing me his business car he said to write my name on it and he would come over tonight and see me when I was settled in. Taking the card and writing Chester Collins on it and handing it back to him I asked if he had another card for me to keep. Pulling out another card and handing it to me I read, “Larry Hecklenski” Sales reprehensive, Cranston Lit. I shoved the card in my pocket and told him I would see him tonight. About then the car began to shudder as we began slowing and coming into the city. One of the conductors cried out, “Prudential Station.” About then some man came up to Larry and shaking his shoulder said, “Little late aren’t you this morning? Trouble with the family?” Laughing saying he was just slow getting around that he would stay in town late and make up the time. Jumping up and heading to the door he did look back and wink and me. I was coyly thinking--poor married fag out on the make. Well one thing for damn sure when he asked for Chester Collins at that Y he was damn sure going to be out of luck. I knew Chips would be laughing in his grave as he said it, “extracted my pound of flesh”. Chips had taught me far more than he’d realized. Sitting there watching as the crowd busted their butts getting off when the isles were clear I stood and pulled my bag down. I had done my homework well. I’d made reservations at the Lawson Y and it was just a few blocks up north from the station. What I needed now was a good shower and a place to change out of my jeans to my business suit. Stepping out on the streets of Chicago I could feel the excitement in the air, people rushing everywhere all seeming to have important places to go, people to see. Walking into the heart of the city or I should say” the Loop” now and turning at Marshall Fields, I headed north and to the Lawson. As I walked my pace quickened, I wanted to be like them, I had someplace to go, something to do. Still and I was enjoying people giving me the once over. Seeing my reflection in the store windows, I was pleased. Just like Chips had said, I had become a man. “Robert Willis” I though, “You’re one damn good looking dude!” After crossing Wacker Drive the streets were almost deserted and I knew I was in kind of a no man’s land. This was the beginning of a racially mixed neighborhood, most of them being male--some black, some Mexican, but all of them gay. To be continued… Comments may be made to Nathan Harvey at harveynate@AOL.com