The Secret

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They say that everyone has a secret. I guess my secret is that I've been mindlessly attracted to dick for as long as I can remember. My best friend's secret is that he knowingly kissed his own cousin in high school, but the most interesting secret that I've ever come across isn't even from a person I know very well.

Calvin Marriot was the type of guy that every young man wanted to be. He was handsome, popular, sporty and as confident as you can get. He'd had pretty much every attractive female in the school, and even though he'd broken the hearts of each and every one of them, they still lined up to have another go.

He had the body that one would expect him to have considering he played almost every conceivable sport known to man. He was broad and well built, usually found bulging out of his clothes somewhere, and to top it all off, Calvin had the attitude of a typical high school bully.

Personally, he'd seemingly overlooked me for most of my life, though he did once punch me in the stomach and make me kiss his fist for the honour of it, but for the most part, I got off pretty lightly.

Like most outrageously handsome, rich, snobby young men, Calvin had an impressive car and drove to and from school whilst us mere mortals either biked it or bussed it. It was one wet afternoon when my bike proved to be the best thing to ever happen.

I didn't usually take the shortcut through the woods. In fact, I hadn't taken it in quite a while, but the rain was pouring and the winter chill was beginning to set in, so rather than spend any longer than I needed to getting soaking wet, I turned course and set off through the trees.

The town I lived in was a dull place. On a list of the most exciting areas in the country, it wouldn't have ranked at all. Nothing happened, nobody did anything exciting or scandalous, it was simply a boring town to live in, so when I found a car parked down a trail that wasn't meant for cars, I was quickly curious.

It took a moment for me to realise who owned the car, but when I did, I gawped at it. Calvin's BMW was parked in the middle of nowhere, and when I didn't see anybody inside it, I took a closer look. I guess part of me was a little worried, but when I stared inside the window, my jaw dropped.

His clothes were all strewn across the seats. His pants were balled up, his t-shirt, too and his socks and boxer briefs were laying neatly on top of the pile. The idea that somewhere in the woods, the most stunning man in the town was naked, made me instantly aroused.

As much as he was a complete assbag, there was no denying how very good looking Calvin really was, so I did what any sane, horny eighteen year old would do, and I stowed my bike out of sight and hid in the bushes, waiting for the elusive naked jock.

The rain came down heavier, but the tall trees afforded the protection I needed to stay relatively dry. I crouched there, my eyes narrow and eager, and then in the distance, I found him.

The sight was glorious for more than one reason. The young man was indeed naked. His smooth, muscular body almost glistened from the rain, and he walked with such confidence that it was almost like he had forgotten that his perfect cock was sticking out from his body, hard and wet, and looking as delicious as the rest of him.

I held my breath and my cock. It was absolutely mouth watering, but I couldn't make a sound. If Calvin Marriot was to ever find me spying on him, my face would be caved in. I watched as he approached his car. One hand slid up and down his seven inch erection and the other one squeezed his left nipple.

He stopped in a clearing which was absolutely bizarre to me, because it was a popular route for hikers and dog walkers. I watched as he turned and faced the way that people would enter, and ferociously jerked his long, meaty cock.

I couldn't believe my eyes. Was the nineteen year old some type of exhibitionist or flasher? It was certainly a strange thought, but seeing him in all his glory was making me extremely horny, so I continued to watch as he pleasured himself, and then he blew my mind even more.

Calvin slid his hand across his plump ass. He pried one of his cheeks apart and rubbed his finger across his hole. I watched in awe, but instead of sliding his finger inside himself, he grabbed something instead, and my heart began to race as he pulled a large, silicone butt plug from his hole and began to fuck himself with it.

By now, my own cock was craving release. I slid my hand inside and grasped it whilst Calvin rammed his hole and jerked his rod just a few feet in front of me. My pants were tight, and I was in a pretty decent hiding spot, so without thinking too much of it, I pulled them down to my ankles and spied from the shadows as I wanked.

There was something so incredibly perverse about it. I was spying on the most popular guy in school. Watching him doing something so private in such a public space, and it made me feel like we were both doing something dirty.

As my orgasm began to bubble inside me, I took one more delicious look at the muscular jock, and a second later, my world came crashing down.

My phone began ringing. Calvin spun on his bare foot, his eyes narrow and searching, as though he was now hunting me. He covered his cock with his hands and the plug sucked back into his hole, and I stood there, frozen with fear as my cock deflated and my phone gave me away.

"What the fuck!?" He growled when he finally found me. "Are you a fucking pervert or something?!"

I tried to speak as he dragged me by my arm, with my pants still around my ankles, but the words lodged in my throat, and a second later he'd shoved me to my knees in the mud.

"You better start talking, motherfucker!" He snarled, "or I'll beat your fucking ass!"

I had no idea what to say. How could I defend myself like this? It was obvious, surely, that I had been spying on him and jerking off to the sight, and a moment later, that idea seemed to register with him.

"Oh you like it, huh?" He asked, his demeanour changing rapidly, "you like what you see?"

I could do nothing but nod. Best case scenario, Calvin would tell the entire school that I watched him jerk off. Worst case, he'd kill me.

"Well join me then" he smirked, "strip naked".

I opened my mouth to reply, but he cocked a brow and I realised pretty quickly that he wasn't asking me.

I was already half naked, but stripping completely, in a place where other people could stumble on us at any moment was terrifying.

"W... What if we get caught?" I asked nervously, and watched as he swung his large cock in his hand.

"Then you better be ready to jump on your bike and get out of here" he grinned, and my eyes widened.

He'd seen my bike. Calvin had known that someone was watching him, and yet he still performed. Maybe he was an exhibitionist.

The idea excited me, so without thinking too much more about it, I undressed and threw my clothes to the side until the two of us were naked.

There was no comparison between us. Calvin was shredded and I was skinny. His cock was large and thick, and mine was pathetic next to it.

He stared at me. His eyes scanned my nudity as I shivered and stood awkwardly. Was he going to beat the shit out of me naked?

The muscular brute stepped toward me and I winced, bracing myself for the punch, until he got down on his knees before me, and took my cock into his mouth.

The world spun around me. I gawped down at the popular footballer as he licked and sucked my growing cock. Nothing on the planet could have prepared me for it, and I had to take a second to make sure that this was actually happening.

He took the full length into his throat and ran his tongue along my sack. His strong hands gripped my waist and pulled me deeper into him, and he did it all without a single gag.

My mouth hung open as Calvin Marriot sucked my cock. It would be a story that nobody in the world would ever believe, but it was happening, right before my eyes.

I could hardly contain myself, and I was sure that in just a few seconds, I'd cum into his mouth and then he'd probably kill me.

He pulled away but continued to hold my throbbing cock in his hand, licking it up and down and sucking my pre right from the slit. I remained frozen in place.

"Can I eat your ass?" He asked me, with a pleading tone to his voice. I simply stared in shock as he spun me around and buried his handsome face between the cheeks of my ass.

My eyes rolled back as his tongue hungrily lapped at my ring. He reached between my legs and jerked my pole as he slurped and sucked my hole. A shiver of pleasure rippled through my body as he slid himself up my ass and began truly eating my butt. His wet lips slapped around, his tongue wormed deeper and his hand sloshed up and down. I was in heaven.

Calvin stopped after a few minutes and crawled back around to my front. He stared up at me, his mouth wet with saliva and ass juices, and then he said something that made this whole situation even more insane.

"Let me be your slut" he whimpered, his hand pounding his meat, "treat me like a whore".

I cocked a brow as he pulled me back toward him by my waist.

"Hit me with it" he said, grabbing my cock at the base and smacking it off his cheek, "call me names".

I couldn't believe my ears or my eyes. The guy who spent most of his life intimidating weaker people, was on his knees begging for me to call him names. I considered getting dressed and leaving, but how awesome was this?! I could get revenge for all of the poor kids that Calvin Marriot had bullied, and I could get an orgasm out of it, too. I grinned sadistically.

"Kiss it, bitch" I said, and felt a surge of nervous electricity rush through me. Nobody on the planet had ever called Calvin a bitch to his face.

He pressed his lips against my wet helmet and I slapped it off his mouth.

"You're a dirty little slut, ain't you?" I smirked, spreading my pre-cum across his face.

"Yes sir" he moaned, basking in my juices as I covered his face.

"Put your tongue out, pig" I ordered, "and beg me for my cock".

He slid his tongue from his mouth and began to beg me. "Please sir" he mouthed, "please let me have your hot cock".

I whacked it against his tongue, leaving strings of pre all over it.

"Don't swallow yet, bitch" I ordered, "eat my hole again".

I spun around and sat down on his face. I grabbed his hair, yanking it hard as I forced him to inhale my butt and fuck me with his mouth. Calvin moaned and gasped as he did it.

After almost ten minutes of him tongue fucking my wet hole, I was ready. I turned back to him, keeping a fistful of his hair, and rammed my eager cock deep into his throat. This time he gagged.

"Fucking swallow it, bitch" I growled, getting carried away with myself as my balls tightened and Calvin choked. "Swallow it all down like the dirty little slut that you are".

He moaned as I exploded into him. I felt his throat close around my throbbing cock as he swallowed down my large load, and on and on it went until my balls were empty and he hungrily cleaned me up with his mouth.

I stepped back, completely shocked by what had just happened, and I watched as Calvin blew his own load all over the wet ground. He moaned and gasped, his hand working his nipple and his tongue sliding around the cummy mess on his lips, and when it was over, he got to his feet.

"If you tell anybody about this" he started, and I smirked.

"Shut up, bitch" I spat, and he froze, "next time, I'm fucking you".

Calvin's mouth fell open and he looked around nervously.

"Wait, for real?" He asked, his cock already beginning to grow again, "y... You'd do that again?"

"I am doing that again, slut" I breathed, "only next time that ass is mine".

I could see the shock in his face. Hell, I was just as shocked, and even more so when he spoke again.

"Yes sir" he grinned, and the two of us parted ways, until the next time.