A Second Secret

All characters are 18+

Tyler and Noah stood before each other, their pants to their knees and their smooth, stiff cocks in each other's hand. They'd been doing it for some months now, every Friday after school. It had been Noah's idea, a brainchild that had been brewing for quite a while.

Tyler's hand rested on Noah's shoulder, keeping them both steady as they pleasured each other. Neither of them were experts, but they didn't need to be. Their eighteen-year-old cock's needed little to bring them to that point.

They were more like brothers than friends, closer now than they had been before. They kept their secret well. Nobody knew that the two young men spent their Friday evenings milking each other. How could they? Tyler's girlfriend suspected nothing, and Noah was set to receive a football scholarship the following year.

It was the perfect plan, and one that neither of them could ever afford to reveal.

"I'm gonna cum" Tyler whispered, his fingers digging into his buddies shoulder as they continued working the meat in their hands.

His six inch tool was swelling in Noah's hand as sharp gasps begin to emit from his throat. Noah sped up, the sound of his wet strokes and his friend's laboured breathing filled the room.

His own cock, larger than Tyler's by an inch at least, twitched and pulsed. Months of practice had thought them to hold off until both of them were ready. It helped to avoid the awkwardness of beating your best friend off with a painful post-nut clarity.

"Me too" Noah gasped, and both young men sped up.

The feeling never changed. It was like fireworks were being set off in the deepest, most secret places in their bodies. No woman could ever make them feel like this. This was a special feeling, one reserved for the private encounters between friends. The encounters that would go to the grave with both of them.

Tyler's knees began to buckle. He leaned his head back, his eyes closed and his mouth open. His face scrunched in concentrated pleasure and his right hand continued to pump.

Noah's toes curled, and he moaned as quietly as he possibly could. He could feel the wave of pleasure begin to ripple through him. Neither of the young men let up, their hands sloshing furiously, squeezing and pulling on each other's pole.

Tyler shot first. His string of sperm squirted from his swollen, pink cock head, splashing against Noah's thigh and dripping down his leg. Another one, more watery than the first as the stiff young man gasped and moaned quietly.

Noah could hold back no longer. He grunted, thrusting his cock deeper into his friend's hand until a thick, heavy rope burst from his tool and covered Tyler's bare arm. Strings of his cum dangled and dripped as they continued to hand-fuck one another. More juice spilled from both of them, dripping to the floor below, and drenching each other.

And then it was over, and neither of them would talk about it for another seven days. Tyler wiped his semi-erect, drooling cock with his boxer briefs before pulling them back on in silence. Noah did the same, sliding his underwear over his muscular legs and hiding his cock until next week when they would do it all again.

The two young men took a moment to regain composure before Noah grabbed his backpack and stood up.

"Are you coming to the game tomorrow?" He asked Tyler who was in the process of turning on his PlayStation.

"Yeah, bro" he nodded "my dads gonna' drop me off. I'll hit you up when I'm on the way".

"Sweet" Noah grinned, and the young men bid farewell.

As he reached the front door, the weather changed drastically and a heavy rain began to fall. He glanced up at the sky, the clouds had become grey and thick, and the walk home would take thirty minutes at least. He sighed, but stepped out.

"Hey, bud" Mike called, and Noah swung around to find Tyler's dad appear in the hallway. "Need a ride?"

Mike had always been a nice guy, and Noah had gotten to know him quite well over the years. He was in his early forties and as gym-fit as any other dad he knew. He had a warm, yet stern manner, which made sense given his years of military service.

"That would be great, Mike" Noah beamed "thanks".

"You got it, just let me get my keys".

"Looking forward to the game tomorrow?" Mike asked as the pair of them sat in the car.

"Yeah" Noah told him "it's gonna' be a tough one, though. We haven't beaten them in the last two seasons".

"Sure, but you haven't been captain for the last two seasons, either" Mike noted, and Noah smiled.

They drove in silence for a while, with just the hum of the engine and the crashing of the rain against the windscreen, until Mike spoke again.

"How is everything between you and Ty?" He asked curiously.

The question caught Noah off guard.

"Uh... Fine I guess" he replied "why?"

"Just wondering" Mike shrugged "he's been acting a bit weird lately"

"Weird? How?"

"Oh you know" Mike scoffed "probably just teenage stuff!"

"Yeah, probably" Noah nodded, but he wasn't so sure.

"You're a good friend to him" Mike continued "he's lucky to have you".

Noah didn't reply.

"It's a funny little friendship that you guys have, isn't it?" He added, his eyes firmly on the road ahead.

"I... I guess" Noah replied, and for a split second, his heart skipped a beat.

"So who's idea was it?"

The sentence made the blood in Noah's body run cold. Did he know? If so, how? Had he heard them? Or worse?

"W... What?" Noah yelped "what idea?"

Mike turned to him, eyeing him quickly before returning to the road.

"Come on, Noah" he scoffed "I was your age too once, y'know! So come on, spill the beans. Which of you came up with it?"

The young man wanted the ground to swallow him. His face burned red, his palms began to sweat and he wished that he had just walked home instead.

"Um... I... I don't really... I guess I did..." The words sounded foreign to him, but they had left his mouth before he could make sense of them.

Mike simply nodded.

"We'll stop" he added quickly, but Mike shook his head.

"It's a perfectly normal thing, Noah" he said "experimentation is part of growing up. Plus" he continued "you're both eighteen, you don't need permission from anybody".

"Right" Noah mumbled, sinking into the seat and staring at nothing out the window.

"So you're gay then?" He continued, and another flash of shame burned through the embarrassed young man.

"What?!" He barked "no way!"

Mike simply nodded.

"Not a chance" Noah continued, but the question had already been answered, and Mike moved on.

"So, here's the thing" he said, and it had only just dawned on Noah that they were no longer driving toward his house.

"I'm happy for you boys to continue playing your little games upstairs" he said, his eyes fleeting to the rear view mirror for a moment.

"But I have a duty of care, and I really think I should have a chat with your dad, just so he knows whats going on"

"No!" Noah snapped, his eyes wide "please, Mike. You know what my dads like!"

Mike pressed his lips together, nodding as though he knew only too well how Noah's very conservative father would take the news that his son and his son's best friend were engaging in such behaviour.

The car pulled to a stop, and Noah could see that they were now parked in a lay by off the side of the road.

"Well how about this then" he smiled, turning to Noah. "I'll keep quiet about what you two get up to. Hell, I'll even go to the gym so you guys can have a bit of privacy, because honestly, hearing you and my son moan like bitches in heat is becoming a bit of a nuisance" he laughed, but Noah remained straight faced, feeling ill.

"In return" he continued, and he reached for the zipper of his jeans as Noah's jaw dropped open.

"We'll have our own little secret".

Mike stuffed his hand into his pants and a moment later, Noah watched as he pulled a long, fleshy tube from the hole of the zipper and let it rest over his jeans. It was huge, dark and heavy looking.

"So what do you say, bud?" He grinned.

Noah stared at Mike's cock from the corner of his eye. How long had he known this man? The whole situation was absurd, and yet the idea of it, the taboo, dirty little secret, made his own cock twitch.

"What do I have to do?" Noah asked, sounding deflated but doing his best not to show his true feelings.

"Oh now come on" Mike chuckled "don't pretend you haven't thought about it".

He was right, Noah had thought about it. He'd even managed to catch a glimpse of the large, fleshy tool once before. Had Mike known all along? Had he allowed Noah to see it?

"What if Tyler finds out?" Noah asked, genuinely concerned about that aspect.

"We've all got secrets, Noah" Mike whispered, and the older man placed his large, firm hand on Noah's leg.

A nervousness that Noah had never felt before, ran through him. He froze in the chair as his best friend's father moved his hand up his thigh.

"Who's bigger?" He whispered, his hand now resting on Noah's crotch.

The question was both weird and hot in equal measures.

"M... Me" Noah told him truthfully, and felt Mike's grasp, squeezing his meat through his trousers.

"Thought so" he grinned.

Mike rubbed his clothed crotch, before taking Noah's hand and guiding it toward his exposed cock.

"Well I'm bigger than you" he continued, as Noah wrapped his fingers around it and held it in his hand.

The young man continued to hold Mike's cock as his pants were lowered to his knees. Mike grasped his crotch again, this time only his boxer briefs covered him.

"Is that yours or his?" Mike asked, rubbing the spot where Tyler had busted his nut.

"H... His" Noah whispered, and watched with a sense of strange curiosity as Mike leaned forward and lapped at his naked thigh, cleaning his son's mess.

He should have been horrified. He should have jumped from the car and ran home, perhaps even tell his best friend what his father had just done, and yet all he could do was sit there and feel his cock swell even further.

"Have you sucked him yet?" Mike asked, licking his lips as he sat up.

Noah still held the man's flaccid cock as he shook his head.

"Good" he replied and reached slowly for the back of Noah's neck.

"Kiss it" he added, carefully pulling the handsome young man closer to his crotch.

Noah released his seatbelt, feeling himself being lowered down, and a moment later, Mike's thick rod sat inches from his face. He could smell the man's musk. He'd been to the gym today, and his junk was sweaty, yet fresh. He inhaled it, the warm scent drifting up his nostrils as his cock swelled again.

Noah felt his boxers being slid down his smooth legs as he puckered his lips and pressed them against the soft flesh. Mike groaned.

"Again" he told him, rubbing his hair with one hand and his bottom with the other.

Noah could feel his cock leaking onto the chair as he kissed Mike's meat again. It felt wonderful, and yet wrong at the same time.

"Lick it, from here to here" Mike told him, pointing at the base of his own cock, just above his heavy set balls, and then again at the tip.

Noah leaned further, his face now buried in Mike's crotch, and ran his tongue from the bottom of his tool to the top. Mike shuddered.

"Again" he whispered, and he slid a finger between Noah's cheeks.

The young man gasped as Mike touched his most private area. Nobody had ever even seen it before, let alone touched it, and it drove him crazy. He licked again, following the first line as Mike groaned.

"That'a boy" he breathed "again".

Noah licked and Mike rubbed, and with each motion, pleasure poured through both of them.

"Suck" Mike said, and presented Noah with his finger.

The young man stared up at him, unsure what to do and Mike pushed his finger inside his mouth.

"Suck it like you'd suck Tyler's cock" he hissed, pushing his finger in and out as Noah lapped at it.

"Good boy" he continued and pulled it from his succulent lips.

He didn't need to be told, Noah knew what he had to do this time. He licked Mike's cock once more, and as he reached the tip, he took it in his mouth. It pushed his lips apart, filling him instantly. He could taste the man's sweat against his tongue as it pushed inside and began to swell.

Mike slid his wet finger between Noah's cheeks once more, he rubbed the young man's virgin hole, feeling it quiver under his touch and then he pushed his fingertip inside, and Noah gasped on his cock.

Deeper he entered, as Noah's tight ring spread apart. His warm insides moved as Mike pushed further, exploring the uncharted territory of the handsome football player.

Noah gagged on Mike's long rod, it was much larger than Tyler's, and the feeling in his lower half only added to the sensation. He felt dirty, in the hottest possible way. He wanted Mike, he wanted him more than anything.

"Lets get this off you" Mike said, reaching for Noah's t-shirt and pulling it over his head until the young man lay mostly naked, his mouth still around Mike's stiff cock.

"Keep going, Noah" he told him, slipping his thick finger back inside and hooking it so that the lean football player grunted.

"Nice and deep, good lad" he said, pushing his head gently down his shaft as Noah gagged violently.

Mike held him in place as a spark of panic shot through the young man. He couldn't breathe. His throat was now filled with cock and his hole was being probed harshly.

Mike waited, allowing Noah to bask in the discomfort, but knowing that he loved every second of it. He pumped his hips upwards, pushing his full, hairy balls against the young man's smooth face.

Noah's hole tightened as he struggled for air, and Mike released him. He waited for the young footballer to sit up, perhaps even get angry, but the cock-hungry teen dove right back down, taking every inch again.

Mike groaned as his cock swelled. His finger was now jamming in and out of Noah with force, sending shooting sparks of pleasure through his virgin ring. The sight alone was enough to make Mike explode, but he held off, for now.

"Sit up" he told Noah, who didn't seem too eager to remove the cock from his throat.

The naked young man eventually obeyed, sitting in the chair with his pants and underwear around his ankles and his stiff cock perched between his legs.

Mike leaned across him, grabbing the handle under his chair so that it shot backward and Noah lay there, exposed and staring at the roof.

"You're very handsome, Noah" Mike told him, rubbing his naked leg again as Noah lay motionless.

"You shouldn't be hiding away in my son's bedroom, having secret wanks. You should be out here, pleasuring men like you were born to do".

As demeaning as the words were, another glob of pre-cum spilled from Noah's straining cock, pooling in his bellybutton.

"Don't" Mike growled, as Noah reached for his own aching cock, and the young man reluctantly dropped his hands.

"Lift up your legs young man" he continued, and Noah obeyed, placing his heels on the chair as he exposed his puckering hole.

"This is how sluts get off" Mike told him, roughly forcing his finger back inside him.

Noah gasped as his hole spread again and more fluid drained from him. It felt heavenly, and humiliating at the same time.

"Now, suck, slut" Mike snarled, grabbing him by the back of the neck and dragging him forward.

Noah hungrily tongued Mike's wet cock back into his mouth. It was drooling, like his own, but Mike's fluid was thicker, and more mature than anything that spilled from Noah's. He swallowed it, feeling it run down his throat as his hole was prised open once more.

"So you're my son's little slut?" He asked as he jammed a finger into Noah's rectum and the young man yelped "Noah the little slut".

Noah's face blushed red, but his cock continued to strain, untouched and ignored.

"Do you want to be my slut, Noah?" Mike asked, slapping his flawless ass as a pink handprint appeared.

Noah moaned into the older man's cock, nodding as he did.

"Then suck that big cock like a slut would!" He snarled, spanking the young footballer again.

Noah's cock was now twitching violently. Mike was making him feel things he'd never felt before, and it was amazing.

Mike grabbed the back of his head, clutching a handful of hair and slamming Noah's head further down his shaft. He gagged, choking as his throat pushed open.

The rain hadn't eased, which was just as well as cars flew by on the road opposite them. It was a highway, though not as busy as most, but Mike knew that the risk of being seen was his favourite part.

"Pants off" he told Noah who was still struggling against his cock.

The young man seemed almost hypnotised as he kicked off his bottoms and underwear, and was now wearing nothing but his trainers.

In one quick movement, Mike dragged a naked Noah from the car and the pair of them stood, face to face in the rain as cars whizzed by.

"What are you doing?!" Noah spat, covering his naked crotch and hiding behind the car.

The noise of the cars was almost as loud as the rain, and Mike grinned down at the naked young man, his cock still stiff and pointing from his jeans.

"Suck" he said, pointing to his throbbing member, and Noah looked mortified.

"We'll be seen!" He replied anxiously.

"Who cares?"

The pair of them stared at each other for a moment, before Noah crept forward, still under cover of the car and took Mike's cock into his mouth once more.

Mike groaned, spilling more pre-seed into Noah's eager mouth. The sight of the cars, the chill of the rain and the warm, fulfilling feeling of Noah's tongue made him shiver in ecstasy.

Noah was soaked now, rain poured down on his naked body, saliva and pre-cum dripped from his chin, and yet Mike showed no signs of stopping. He thrust his hips deep into his son's best friend's throat, fucking him like he was nothing more than a toy. Mike's toy.

"Bend over the hood, son" Mike told him, and the young man's large eyes widened, cock still in his mouth.

He pulled the wet flesh from his throat and gawped at Mike, his eyes pleading as the cars continued to swish by.

"I... I don't have condoms" he said, a string of pre-cum linking from his lip to Mike's swollen cock head.

"Good job I don't use them then, isn't it, slut?" He sneered down to the young man, reaching forward and dragging him to his feet.

Mike could feel the resistance from him as he walked the naked young lad to the front of the car. His cock had softened and hung limply as he was shoved forward, and yet there was something in the young footballer's eyes that assured Mike that he was having the time of his life.

"Do you think they can see you?" Mike asked, grasping Noah from the back and hugging his arms around his slender, smooth body.

"Do you think they can see your cock, slut?" He continued, grabbing Noah's flaccid tool and shaking it at the passing cars.

He spun the young man around and pushed him over the hood, his ass now pointing up, on show and his face burning red.

"What's wrong, slut?" Mike asked, spanking him hard and Noah yelped.

"Not like all these strangers seeing you like this?" He spanked him again, the young man's cock twitched and began to harden against the cold, wet metal.

"Turn around and lift those legs, slut" he growled, spinning him onto his back "let everyone see what a cock hungry little whore you are".

Noah's cock was now painfully stiff, but Mike had paid no attention to it at all. The young man felt humiliated beyond words, but it was the best feeling he had ever experienced.

He lifted his legs up, spreading them wide so that his hungry hole was now exposed to anybody who cared to look. Hopefully, he thought, the rain would prevent unwanted attention.

Mike placed his hand on Noah's red cheek and pulled it apart, exposing his hole even further. He spat on his hand, slapped it against the sensitive area and dug his finger deep once more.

"Yeah, that's right, Noah" he sneered, punching his finger past the knuckle as Noah whimpered "moan for me you little slut!"

Noah did moan, he moaned loud and breathlessly and then Mike pushed a second finger inside, hard and fast, pulling them both out and ramming them back inside as the slender football player groaned.

He felt pathetic, as though he had lost any sense of masculinity as he lay on the hood, his legs spread wide, being drilled by his best friend's dad. It should have felt so bad, but it didn't.

"You ready to get fucked, slut?" Mike asked, still forcing his fingers inside the writhing young man.

"I can't hear you, slut!" He snapped, his free hand spanking Noah again.

The naked young man nodded, his hole tightening around Mike's fingers.

"Yes!" He whimpered, his sore, wet ass being spanked again.

"Yes what, slut?"

Another strike.

"Yes Sir!"

Mike grasped his own thick rod and pumped it as he got into position. The handsome, nervous young footballer stared at him, waiting for his hole to be spread open.

"Remember this the next time you're playing with Tyler" Mike sneered, pushing his thick, bulbous cock head against Noah's firm, tight ring.

The young man groaned and writhed as Mike pushed inside him. He could see the pain and pleasure mix in the man's handsome, youthful face as his hole spread open, taking it's first cock.

"Don't touch!" Mike snapped, slapping Noah's hand away from his spewing cock.

He dug deeper, his cock expanding as it forced Noah's rectum open. He cried out, biting his fist as more and more of the fleshy tube entered him.

A horn sounded as it sped by and Noah's eyes widened through the pain. Mike smirked at him and continued.

It burned, and it hurt, but Noah moaned in pleasure as Mike's large cock pushed over the sensitive, sweet spot inside him. A trail of milky fluid spilled from his rod, mixing with the pre-cum spread across his smooth, toned stomach.

Mike reached for it, scooping the mess into his hand and holding it over Noah's concentrated, blushing face.

"Clean your mess, slut" he hissed and the rain poured down even heavier as a flash of lightening lit the sky.

Noah felt his mouth fill with salty liquid. He could taste his own juices as they swam around his mouth. His hole was now stuffed with every inch of Mike's hard cock, and he swallowed it eagerly.

Mike grasped the young man by the hips and pulled his thick rod out. Noah gasped, and yelped as it slid back in forcefully.

"You want it harder, slut?" Mike asked, glaring menacingly at the naked young man.

He didn't reply, but Mike took his silence as a yes and repeated the action, pulling every inch from his gaping ring and slamming it back inside.

More fluid spilled from Noah's untouched cock, and Mike began to pound harder. The two of them grunted and groaned. Noah cried out as his overly sensitive prostate was assaulted, again and again and again.

It felt as though surges of electricity were being pumped through his private parts. Each thrust sent another wave of bitterly sensitive pleasure through his cock and he was sure that without meaning to, he would cum at any second.

Mike was sweating now, his own face red and concentrated as he fucked his son's best friend brutally. His heavy balls bounced off the young man, his large cock spread him wide, and he simply lay there, taking it, like a slut.

The two of them were soaking now, in rain, sweat and other bodily fluids. Mike was nearing the end, his entire body straining for release as he continued to fuck the footballer.

Noah was panting, trying his best to hang on as the man continued to assault his insides. It shouldn't have felt this good, he shouldn't be enjoying this as much as he was. What would Tyler think?

"Cum, slut" Mike gasped, sweat dripping down his face "but don't you dare touch that cock".

It was surely impossible, Noah thought. How could he cum without touching himself? And yet the feeling buzzing inside him, made him believe that it could happen.

More cars whizzed by as Mike violated the young man further. He was on the verge now, ready to pump the little slut full of nut, but he wanted to see it first, he wanted to watch as his son's friend squirmed and moaned and squirted his seed all over himself. He wanted to watch the confusion, to see the young man question his sexuality, and forever seek out this feeling again.

Noah gasped, his whole body trembled and a feeling unlike anything he had ever known tore through his aching, naked, shivering body. He didn't care about the cars, he didn't care about the rain, he didn't even care that it was Mike who was causing him to feel this way, he just wanted it to continue.

His hole quivered as Mike continued to pound him, and then it happened. His erect cock began to spasm against his smooth stomach, it jumped and twitched of it's own accord, and then a rope of thick, creamy cum burst from it, splashing up his chest.

He moaned, louder and deeper than he had ever moaned before. Another rope, joining the first as it drenched his naked chest again. Mike continued, milking every drop from the spent young man who's eyes were rolling into the back of his head.

"Yeah, fucking take it you dirty slut" Mike snarled, his fingers digging into the young man's slender hips as more fluid sprayed from his untouched cock.

Noah could hardly breathe, his mind seemed foggy, as though the whole thing were a dream, and yet he felt more alive than he had ever been before. His own cum slid around his body as his hole continued to be probed, and despite the most intense, mind blowing orgasm that he had just had, he was hornier than he could ever remember being before.

"Cum in me!" he gasped, his body being pushed and pulled as Mike fucked him.

The words of the cock hungry slut were enough. Mike pushed deeper into him, his cock expanding and his balls tightening, and he growled like an animal as he began to flood his wrecked insides.

It was like a volcano erupting inside him. Waves of thick, manly seed sloshed around, being shoved deeper and deeper as Mike continued. More of it spilled, adding to the growing mess inside him.

Mike groaned gutturally, fucking the last of his nut into his son's best friend, and finally, it was over.

The older man stepped back, his wet, semi-erect cock slipping from the gaping hole with a squelch, and he stared back at Noah who was once again rock hard.

"How about you spend the weekend with us, Noah" Mike asked breathlessly, stuffing his dripping cock back into his pants "I'm sure Tyler won't stay up all night".

Noah slid of the hood, feeling the man's sperm deep inside him and nodded.

"I'd like that, Mike" he grinned and the two of them sat back in the car and returned home.