Our Secret

By eighteen, Dean had been in prison five times. For most people, that would be something to be ashamed of, Dean however, revelled in it, almost boasted about it. It was no secret that the young man had always had a nasty reputation. He'd been selling drugs since he was a child, his own father had seen to it that he was good at it, too. By sixteen, he'd been charged with so many assaults that it became almost impossible to count and just like his proficiency in dealing drugs, he was something of an expert in dishing out beatings.

"What's up?" He mumbled as he walked into my living room.

He looked like he always did. A brand new designer tracksuit, funded no doubt by the money he'd made from drugs. His hair was messy, as though he'd stepped out of the shower and decided against doing anything with it, but despite that, he was as painfully handsome as he had always been, from a woman's perspective, of course.

We sat in silence for a while as he scrolled on his phone. We were friends, but even I knew how dangerous the young man could be, so for the most part, I said very little.

"If this motherfucker doesn't message me back I'm gonna' pull him out of his house and smash his..."

"Who?" I asked, already knowing what his plan would be for the unfortunate person he was talking about.

"Never mind" he sighed as his phone beeped "he replied".

Dean seemed almost upset that his plan of attack was foiled so soon.

"You know what I could really do with now?" He continued, as I mindlessly trawled through Netflix.

"What"

"A blowjob"

I scoffed, well used to his vulgar attitude by now. "Aren't you seeing Samantha Knight?" I asked.

"Is she here?" He replied smartly and I decided not to respond.

"Besides, her mouth is only good for one thing, and it ain't sucking" he snarled, laughing at his own joke "nah, I need someone else".

"I'm sure you're not short of women" I said, barely paying attention to him "just hit one of them up".

A silence fell, which I was glad of as I read through the synopsis of a show that looked quite good.

"I have a better idea" I heard him say, but again, I was preoccupied.

The longer the silence remained, the more conscious of it I became until eventually I turned around and my jaw fell open.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I asked, covering the sight with my hand "stop fuckin' around on my sofa!"

"Oh chill out" Dean sneered back "I bet you've jerked off loads of times here"

"Yeah, because it's my fucking sofa, now pull your trousers back up! My parents will be home any minute!"

Despite the fact that I was covering the view, I could tell that my demand had fallen on deaf ears as Dean's hands remained firmly behind his head.

"I will" he grinned at me as I continued to hold my hand up "once I've cum".

"Dude, stop fucking around" I sighed, turning back to the tele.

"Awh come on bro" he replied, sounding almost as though he was begging "help me out".

The words sounded foreign. Had he really just asked me to help him cum? I turned back to him, my face crunched with confusion.

"What did you say?" I asked, feeling both disgusted and annoyed.

"Don't pretend you've never thought about it" he grinned and in the corner of my eye I could see that his cock was now sticking upwards from the waistband of his crisp white boxer shorts.

"Believe me, I've never thought about it" I spat truthfully "now stop messing around, I told you my folks will be home soon".

"Then you better hurry up and make me cum"

I flashed him another look of fury but as I did, I felt something inside me. Was it excitement? It couldn't be. I wasn't gay, nor was he, or so I thought. I'd never even considered another guy like that, least of all Dean, even though he was quite handsome. No, I must have been mistaken.

"Get lost" I growled.

"Haven't you ever just wanted to try it?" He pushed, and despite the fact that moments before I was burning with anger, the idea suddenly seemed less bizarre.

"No" I spat "not... Not with you"

"Offt, that hurt" he joked "but come on, how about it? I won't tell if you don't"

I lay on the other chair, staring up at the television but thinking only of the young man sitting across from me. What the fuck had just happened to me? I wasn't gay, there was no way. But why was my mind firmly on the pole sticking out of his bottoms.

"Here" I heard him say and I reluctantly turned my head and watched as he kicked off his perfectly white trainers and stripped from his bottoms.

"You won't know unless you try" he grinned devilishly and now I couldn't help but stare at the long, thick cock between his legs.

It looked almost inviting, with his pale purple head, glistening with pre-cum, his veiny shaft throbbing and his low hanging balls dangling between two perfectly tanned, toned thighs.

"Give it over" I told him, unconvincingly "my parents..."

"Don't be such a pussy, man!" He interrupted and I watched with a curious interest as he reached down and began pumping his cock with his hand.

"I haven't cum in days" he told me "so either I blow my load all over your mum's nice rug or I blow it in you".

Up until this point I hadn't noticed that my own cock was now straining viciously in my bottoms. Had Dean not been standing across the room, naked from the waist down and staring directly at me, I would have pulled it out and blown my own load.

"Nobody will know" he said "it will stay between us".

I have no idea why, nor do I know how he convinced me, but he did. I swung my legs off the sofa and stood up, staring at his cock as I did, watching as it became more erect.

"Take off your clothes" he whispered with a grin.

It was as though he had brainwashed me. I'd never in a million years have agreed to this, not even if I was drunk beyond measure, and yet here I was, pulling off my t-shirt and lowering my bottoms.

"Mines bigger" he remarked as my semi-erect cock sprung from my Calvins, but I ignored him.

"We'll help each other, yeah?" He whispered again and I nodded mindlessly as I felt his warm fingers wrap around my shaft.

I mirrored him, reaching down and taking his tool in my hand. It felt not unlike my own, though admittedly his was larger. I wrapped my hand around the base, pulling it toward me so that his slick glans became enveloped by his long foreskin.

I felt a shiver of pleasure as he did the same and at that exact moment, I realised that I had made the right decision. It felt magical as the two of us stood face to face, my cock in his hand and his in mine, pleasuring each other in a way that two straight eighteen-year-olds weren't supposed to.

With his free hand, he pulled his shirt off and we both stood naked before each other.

"I'm not kissing you" I told him instantly and he grinned.

"I'm not fuckin' kissing you either" he laughed and we continued stroking each other's stiff rods, as though that was somehow less gay than kissing.

My own prick was now leaking almost as much as his. The sounds of sloshing as we massaged each other's wet cocks filled the room and apart from that, only the sound of our heavy breathing could be heard.

"I'll suck yours if you suck mine" he said eventually and in the heat of the moment, I nodded.

Dean held my cock as he dropped to his knees and I stood there now staring out the curtained window as the neighbour began cutting his grass across the street and the handsome young man on his knees before me, sucked my prick into his mouth.

Despite my tall tales, nobody had ever sucked my dick before and I'd certainly never imagined my first time would be with Dean Reece-Parker, yet the feeling of his warm, wet tongue sliding up my shaft made me shiver with pleasure.

I closed my eyes, deciding to picture a woman below me, but when I did I found that the image of Dean felt more enjoyable. I watched as his head slid up and down my cock, I felt as his tongue lapped at my aching balls, playing with them, toying with my rigid member.

I gasped, biting my bottom lip as my hands felt for his head and I guided him, deeper and faster as he gagged and slurped on my sloppy cock. He quickened his pace and I could feel my sensitive cock head slamming against the back of his soft, moist throat. It was heaven and I was moaning deeply, loudly, quickly.

"I'm... I'm gonna..."

I couldn't finish the sentence. He wasn't stopping, nor was he slowing down or even easing up, in fact, the vicious young drug dealer seemed to be taking more of my cock than he had been to begin with. I felt my cock swell and a burst of immense pleasure rippled through every fibre of my body as I shot rope after rope of hot, thick cum into his throat.

I growled, my knees buckled and all I could do was hold onto his naked shoulders as he continued sucking every drop of cum from my pulsing rod.

"Jesus Christ, man" I gasped as he pulled my cock from his mouth.

He smiled up at me, wiping his lips with the back of his arm and standing up, pushing his tanned, slender hips outwards to that his solid cock pushed against my, now flaccid one.

"Your turn" he smirked.

I can't say that I was much in the mood for performing oral sex on Dean at that point, but we did have a deal and so slowly and slightly reluctantly, I lowered myself to my knees as my cock continued to expel fluid onto the wooden floor between my legs.

"Nice and deep now" I heard him say and once again I took his throbbing prick in my hand, only this time I pointed it at my mouth.

I don't know what I was expecting. I suppose I'd never expected anything like this to begin with, but as his wet glans slid across my tongue, it didn't seem too bad. He purred with pleasure as more and more of his shaft entered me. It didn't taste like much, except for the salty fluid that was now pouring from his slit in huge amounts.

He took me by the back of the head, seemingly impatient as he punched his cock further down my throat. I gagged, but he continued. His tool was now mostly inside me and despite the animal-like noises that were now coming from me, he seemed to be enjoying it, and so too, was I.

There was something hot about the whole scenario. Here was this feared drug dealer, known for his violent outbursts and yet he seemed so harmless as he whimpered and moaned with his cock buried in my throat.

I tongued the underside of his shaft, feeling him as he shivered with pleasure. I was enjoying this now, it felt as though I was in charge, even though it was I who was sucking him. I reached up and took hold of his heavy sack, feeling his balls inside, kneading them and playing with them which he seemed to enjoy.

"Oh shit, yeah... Like that... Fuck that's good"

I found my rhythm, his balls buzzed in my playful hands as I lapped at his long, fat cock. I knew it wouldn't be long. I could feel it.

I went faster, then slower, then faster again. It drove him mad but he was moaning uncontrollably now and I loved it. Dean Reece-Parker was totally at my mercy and I could make him happy or I could stand up and walk away, not that I planned on that.

"Swallow" he told me, and I realised then that perhaps I wasn't in charge, but I didn't care.

I felt his cock swell in my throat. It was an odd sensation, but an enjoyable one. His body began to shake, his hands held me in place, his cock impaling my throat and then a guttural groan spilled from him and I felt an explosion of hot cum splash across the back of my throat.

I had no choice but to swallow, but the more I gulped, the more that spilled from his swollen cock. I could feel his balls pump more and more of his seed into me. It filled my mouth, dripped down my chin but I continued devouring it like a hungry animal until finally he fell back onto the sofa and his soft, wet cock bounced against his groin.

Dean stared down at me, a smile crossing his face as he did.

"If you tell anyone about this, you're dead. Got that?" He said, and I could tell that he was only half playing.

I grabbed my shirt and pulled it over my sweaty torso, nodding and smiling as I did.

"Our secret" I told him.

"Our secret" he replied, squeezing his flaccid cock so that the last dribble of milky juice spilled between his legs and onto my mum's nice rug.