Secrets in the Closet

A/N This story still does not have a beta, anyone interested please email me. More importantly I would like to thank girlwithpearlearring and Vickychicky for the good reviews! It really inspires me to know someone is out there reading this! And thank you to those that left ratings also! Next update should be monday or sooner.


Chapter Two

A nagging feeling in the back of my mind had been worrying me all day. I had never told anyone, let alone actually shown them, the things I was doing to my sister when no one was around. All day at school, every time I saw Steve talking to his buddies or some girl I imagined that he was telling people.

By the end of the day it felt like I was literally going to jump out of my skin. Aimlessly I wandered out to the football field where Steve was practicing with his teammates. I took a seat on the bottom bleacher, where he would be sure to see me.

“Hey! Did you come out here to watch me?” Bianca, my girlfriend, said as she came bouncing up to me in her little cheerleader uniform.

“Uh yeah. Who else would I be watching?” I replied while lighting a cigarette.

“Awww you’re the best! I have to get back though, before the coach gets pissed.” Bianca said giving me a quick kiss before bounding back to the large circle of girls that had formed on the other side of the field.

I took a deep drag off my cig and looked around, trying to spot Steve. He was the cliché popular football star, except for his shy personality. All the girls loved him, but he never went out with any one of them exclusively. Which made them love him all the more since he was unattainable. Suddenly I saw his number, 38, running right by me. I knew for sure it was him when he looked over at me and while he was distracted got brutally tackled by two guys.

Yikes…. That had to hurt. But not as much as I’m going to make him hurt. I thought.

After football practice I waited outside the boy’s locker room for Steve to come out. Only after everyone else had left, and I thoroughly checked the locker room, did I realize he must have went out the back way to avoid me. Anger bubbled up inside me and I could feel my face grow hot and red. I sprinted out of the locker room and ran to the parking lot.

Steve’s bright red mustang was still there, then I saw him talking to some dark haired girl by a pickup truck. I smirked and jogged up to them, making sure not to allow my rage to show.

“Hey what’s up? I thought you were giving me a ride home bro?” I said lightly.

“Oh. I must have forgotten.” Steve said, suddenly staring at his shoes.

“Well lets go dude! I got shit to do!” I said as I started walking toward the mustang. I heard Steve quietly saying goodbye to the girl, most likely a freshman or sophomore, since I had never seen her before. I made a mental note to find out her name tomorrow at school.

I waited for Steve to unlock the door then got in the passengers side. After getting in Steve put the key in the ignition and the engine roared to life. The car shot out of the parking space, breaks screaming as he took a corner too fast almost hitting a white SUV.

“Change of plans Stevie. Your going to take me to your place.” I said patting Steve on his upper thigh. I could see him turn slightly white, a scared expression plastered all over his face.

“I don’t think that’s such a good idea man.” He said as he slowed to stop at the light. There was only two ways we could go from school. Left to my house or right to his.

“I don’t think it’s your job to think at all. Just do as I say.” I demanded. Steve waited a few moments before turning right. Inside I wanted to scream for joy as he submitted to me. It was much more satisfying dominating a guy who everyone thought was so strong, and masculine. As opposed to my sister who was disappointingly easy to master.

We didn’t talk for the rest of the ride home. He cranked up the volume, his speakers blasting out Tuesday’s newest CD. Too emo for my taste, guess Steve was not only shy but sensitive as well. I laughed inside.

Steve pulled into the driveway of a little brick ranch, the same as most of the other houses around here. We both got out and he led the way inside.
“Hey honey! How was school? Whose your friend?” A short, middle aged woman with cropped blond hair practically pounced on us as soon as we got through the door.

“This is Dustin, Mom. We’re gonna hang out in the basement.” Steve said without bothering to stop. I followed him after smiling politely at his mother. If she only knew….

We walked down some narrow steps until we came to a seriously cluttered and messy basement. I assumed this was Steve’s room, since the rest of the house had been quite tidy. That and the fact that there was wrestling posters featuring men clad in the tiniest spandex outfits decorating his walls.

Steve set his backpack down on the dilapidated futon and pretended to ignore me. I went straight for his desktop computer. It was sitting in the middle of a crude wooden desk with heaps of junk and old food wrappers surrounding it. The chair creaked when I sat down.

Steve whipped around and said, “Hey! What are you doing?”

“What does it look like I’m doing?” I said as I wiggled the mouse to wake the computer up.

“That’s private! I never let anyone on my computer.” Steve rushed over to look over my shoulder trying to see what I was doing.

“Well I am, so chill out before you piss me off.” I said, glaring up at him. I could see he wanted to say something back but he swallowed it instead. I went back to searching his computer for anything interesting.

After awhile Steve got bored peering over my shoulder and wandered away to sit on the futon behind me. Just as I thought I wasn’t going to find anything I spotted a folder called ‘GGW’. Naturally like everything else I opened it to find page after page of Girl’s Gone Wild videos. I started laughing, perhaps a little too loudly, but it was so funny! Who did he think he was fooling?

I swiveled around to face him and said, “what do you have these on here for? So you can pretend to be straight and jack off together with your football buddies to some titties?”
Steve jumped up, crossed the room in two giant steps, and slammed the power button on the tower.

“I don’t have to pretend to be straight.” He said angrily.

“Sure you do. It must be hard work lying to everyone you know. Not to mention having to pretend to be interested in all those girls you go out with.” I said.

“I’m not a fag!” Steve shouted.

“Now, now don’t let your mother hear you. She might think we’re up to something down here.” I chuckled.

Apparently that was the last straw for Steve. He tackled me while I was still sitting in the chair. His hard muscled body felt like a ton of bricks when he hit me, sending us both crashing to the floor. All the air in my lungs rushed out of my body and my back killed from landing on the hard plastic chair.

Steve was stronger then I was, he worked out more, and ate healthier. But I had the real life fighting experience he didn’t. I quickly shoved him off me taking a punch to the jaw in the process. I pinned his right arm under my knee so it wouldn’t happen again, then straddled him.

He grabbed my face with his free hand and attempted to claw out my eyes. I tried to pull away but his nails were dug into my skin. So I slapped him open handed several times across his handsome face. When I looked down he appeared to be dazed so I slapped him again, harder this time. His grip on my face loosened. I pulled away and pinned his free hand under my other knee.

“Are you going to be good now?” I asked as if nothing had happened.

This angered Steve and he started struggling under me again. I punched him in the throat to let him know I wasn’t playing around. He immediately started to choke and cough. I got up and grabbed some bottled propel from his fridge. When I got back he was clutching his throat, still on the floor, tears streaming down his face.
I sat down next to him and undid the cap. “Here drink this. It’ll help you breath again.” I said handing it to him.

He took little sips at first then big gulps. I reached over to wipe his wet face with my sleeve. He flinched a little but let me.

“Why do you think I’m gay?” Steve asked not looking at me.

“I don’t think. I know.” I replied softly.

Suddenly Steve grabbed my face and kissed me. I let him, but only for a few seconds. I relished the feel of his scratchy face against my shaved one. Then I shoved his face away from mine, slapping him upside the head.

“Never do that without me telling you to.” I said. “Now take your pants off.” I added.

Steve looked stunned then after a few minutes he stood up, undid his belt, and let his pants drop. He was wearing a sexy pair of tight navy blue boxer briefs that barely contained his erection. As excited as I was, I was also a little disappointed. I thought he would be harder to get than this.

“Take those off too.” I commanded.

He obeyed much faster this time. His erection sprang free of it’s tight cotton confines as he pulled his underwear down. Actually I was a little disappointed, his dick was nothing like I had pictured it. It was maybe five inches now that it was fully erect, but the real disappointing thing was how slim it was.

I didn’t mind a guy with a average sized cock as long as it was thick. Actually it was slightly comical seeing this body builder lookin dude with a tiny cock dangling between his legs! But hell, not many guys had my nine incher, and I wasn’t going to let it ruin my fun.

“Lay down on the futon on your stomach.” I said.

Steve obeyed wordlessly. He had a very nice ass, most Italians do, round but not too round. I walked over and sat down next to him. Steve buried his head in the pillows, as if he didn’t want to see what would come next. Even though I knew inside he was dying to know. I slipped the mini bottle of lube out of my front left pocket and as quietly as I could squeezed some into my hand. I smeared it over all my fingers, then paused a moment to look at him. His ass was slowly but surely being raised up and wiggling at me ever so slightly.

I was right! What a little slut he is! I thought.

With my left hand, the one without lube, I pulled one of his ass cheeks aside holding it in place, exposing the tiny rosebud center. Steve pushed against my hand proving what a whore he really was. Slowly I slipped my index finger inside him. A muffled moan issued from the pillow. When I was knuckle deep he pushed back against my hand, hard. Shoving the rest of my finger inside him. I felt my own dick harden slightly at how bad he wanted it.

Slowly I slide my finger half way out then back in, and he moaned louder. I gently started to rock my finger in and out until I could feel his ass loosen slightly. I took advantage of this by pulling my finger out and replacing it with two. Steve started moaning non stop. Good thing I had shut the basement door behind me on the way down. Or Steve’s mother would find all about what a dirty slut her little darling really was.

As I slipped a third finger in Steve lost what little control he had. He started thrusting his ass back against my hand. His moans got deeper and huskier. Suddenly I pulled my fingers out of him before he could cum. I heard him almost growl in frustration, but I ignored him. I left him there half naked and quickly washed my hands in the basement bathroom.

When I returned Steve had put his pants and I assume underwear back on and was sitting stiffly on the futon. I could tell he didn’t know what to do with himself, but wanted to appear relaxed and casual. He jumped a little when I came around from behind and sat down right next to him.

Without saying a word I unzipped my pants, and pulled them down to my lower thighs. My boxers were tented out from my erection, even though I was only half mast. I reached over and placed my hand at the back of Steve’s head, gently stroking his hair before pushing him toward my crotch. At first he resisted, pulling his head away.

“Your going to suck my dick.” I said matter of factly.

“I told you I’m not a fag man.” Steve said, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

“Really? Then the other guys on your football team like when another guy fingers them?” I asked. My voice as casual as if we were discussing what was for lunch at the school cafeteria tomorrow.

“If you tell anyone…” Steve started to threaten me.

“Look, stop thinking so much and suck my dick before I lose my hard on.” I interrupted, growing impatient.

Steve looked over at my dick, his eyes widened slightly at the size, and he actually licked his lips unconsciously.

He wants it so bad….. I thought

Again I put my hand on the back of his head and gently but firmly pushed him down toward my crotch. This time he didn’t resist me. His lips hovered only centimeters over the head of my dick. I responded by thrusting upwards, forcing my dick to touch his luscious lips. I saw my pre cum smear across his lips, his tongue poked out to lap every drop up.

Then he opened his mouth wider and took the head of my dick in between my lips. His tongue swirled around the head and felt so wet and warm and soft, it was incredible. He started bobbing his head up and down, taking a little more of my cock inside his mouth each time. Since he wasn’t experienced at giving head to a guy, and believe me I can tell, he couldn’t take all of me in his mouth at once yet.

Oh well, I’ll just have to teach him how to be a good little cock sucker.


“Mmmmmmm. Yeah. Suck me good you little slut.” I moaned.
My dirty talk spurred Steve on and he sucked me harder and faster. When he reached down to massage my balls while he sucked I had to force myself to calm down and hold off on cumming just yet.

Then I saw him humping the air, he was that turned on. He had probably dreamed of sucking cock for years. That thought sent me over the edge. I felt my balls tighten in Steve’s hand, and felt my hot seed shoot out through my shaft straight into Steve’s greedy mouth. He swallowed immediately, at least I didn’t have to teach him that.

Normally I would have forced myself to hold off as long as I could. But it was already getting late, and I had shit to do. I quickly got up, tucked my withering dick back in my boxers, and pulled my pants up. Steve was looking up at me wearing a slightly confused expression. I grabbed his face and leaned down until we were only inches apart.

“You belong to me now. I own you. Don’t ever forget that.” I said before leaving without another word.

I had to hurry or I would be late picking Bianca up for our date.