Secrets Spill
It was a little after 1am Friday morning when I got back to my apartment after the fuck session with Brian. Of course, the reason I went to see him was to tell him the previous time with him was the first time I’d ever come close to doing anything with a man, or an eighteen-year-old boy in this case. I was about to be engaged to Susan. It was a mistake and I couldn’t do anything like that again. Not ever again.
Well, okay, that didn’t quite work out like I intended. Brian fucked me as if it was a conjugal visit at some upstate prison. A short time later I asked him if I could fuck him in return. I knew (or thought I knew) it was the last time I’d see his sweet ass and I needed to have it at least once. The feel of my cock entering and being fully in his ass is something I’ll never forget. He was ready and willing to say the least. It was better than the first time I fucked a female. Not exactly sure why, but it was. Maybe because men fucking men was still a taboo in my small town?
Before leaving, I reminded Brian about my relationship with Susan and my upcoming engagement to her. Sure, I still had to go through the process of asking her father for his approval to marry her, but that was a mere formality. Right?
Before I left his apartment, Brian finally confessed that he was dating a guy he met on Grindr. So I think he was willing to go his way and let me go mine. Since we currently lived in the same small town we might see each other at work, but nothing more. In a few weeks we’d both be returning for fall classes at our separate colleges and that would be it. My focus on Friday would be getting ready to see Susan’s mom and dad on Saturday. And Saturday night I would be asking Susan’s dad if I could marry his daughter after our senior year in college. We’d been dating at college for almost a year, so another year engaged seemed about right.
In the past year I’d probably only met Susan’s parents five or six times. Her mom, Linda, seemed to like me a lot and always made friendly conversation with me. On the other hand, Susan’s dad Cliff always seemed to be giving me the “side eye.” Like, I wonder if this dude is already fucking my daughter? I wouldn’t say he didn’t like me, but it was always like I was on the witness stand and he was getting ready to put me under oath. I told Susan that. She said, “oh, he’s always treated my boyfriends like that. If he didn’t like you, believe me, you’d know.”
So Saturday morning I pack up my car and get ready to drive over to Dayton. I was staying with the Jacksons Saturday night and coming home Sunday evening; hopefully with her dad’s approval to get engaged to his daughter.
Halfway there Susan calls. “Hi Mark! Listen I thought I should call to tell you Dad has a date with his card buddies tonight and Mom has to go see her sister in Columbus. Her sister fell today and Mom needs to go see how she’s doing. Mom won’t be home until noon Sunday and with Dad who knows? When Dad goes out with his card buddies, he may not get home until after midnight tonight. That’s his usual pattern with his pals lately.
“Susan, what the Hell? Your parents knew I was coming for the weekend. I only see them every few months, and now they aren’t going to be there? You know I’m coming to ask your parents, well your dad, if we can get married. And they won’t be home? Fuck.”
“Mark, I know and I’m sorry. But you can still ask my father on Sunday before you leave. It will be fine. Look at the bright side. We’ll have the house all to ourselves until at least midnight. We won’t have to go find some secluded spot where I’m banging my head on your car door while you bang me ha-ha.”
“Well, damn, why didn’t you say that in the first place? Hell, yeah, let’s hope your dad stays out all night with his buddies. Maybe we’ll have time to fuck more than once.
Hey, how about your white panties and thigh high stockings tonight? I love the way you look in those. My favorites for a lot of reasons. I hope you shaved all over today. I’d like to spend some time between those sexy legs licking on that sweet pussy.
“Mark, I’m shaving right now. I’ve already been fingering myself thinking about your tongue in my cunt. I hope you aren’t forgetting about rimming my ass.”
“No, you don’t have to worry about me rimming your perfect ass. I may have some extra ideas about your ass ha-ha.”
“Uh, NO! We’ve gone over that too many times Mark. Just NO. Get that out of your head. I love you to death, but that ain’t happening. Ever.”
“Ha, okay I’ll be there in about an hour Susie Q. We can talk about it then and maybe I’ll get you to change your mind. You might like it. Be in your panties and stockings and get ready to show me your little girl ass.”
“I’ll be ready for you Mark, but you can bet your ass I won’t be ready for THAT.”
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90 minutes later I’ve already licked her ass for ten minutes, her pussy for five more and now I’m ready to go balls deep in this sweet little girl. God, she’s gonna be a great fuck for a long time. If only I could fuck her ass. Just looking at her white, creamy ass made me feel like a deviant pervert, ha-ha. It’s really that sexy.
“Babe, I know what you said more than once, but… “
“NO MARK! We aren’t doing that. Just forget it. Okay?” I want to get you off and make you happy, but we aren’t doing that. I’ve talked to many of my friends and they say it hurts like hell. I’m not doing it.”
“It only hurts the first time baby! But, okay. I got it. I hear you loud and clear. Can I ask you one other thing?”
“Sure, ask away. As long as it’s not about your cock in my ass.
“If I can’t do that to YOUR ass, would you consider strapping on a dildo and fucking MY ass instead?
Silence. Complete utter silence for what seemed like an eternity -- even if it wasn’t. Then she just looked at me like I’d landed from Mars.
“What the hell Mark! That’s fucking gay. You want me to fuck YOUR ass? Only queers want to be fucked in the ass. Are you some kind of homo, Mark?”
“No, come on Susan, not even close. But I’ve had things up there before and it feels pretty good to be honest with you. It’s stimulating to say the least. I’d just like to try it once. With you.
“Perfect, Mark. When you ask my dad if you can marry me, are you going to tell him ‘oh by the way Mr. Jackson, I like dick, too’?”
“Come on Sue, now you’re just being ridiculous—“
“Am I Mark? Am I? We’ve been dating for almost a year and only today I found out YOU want to be fucked in the ass. I’m assuming it wouldn’t matter if it was me, or a fucking dude. Yeah, that’s a good question Mark. Have you ever been fucked by a guy? Have you ever had a cock up your ass Mark? I’m betting you have you fucking queer. Hell, you’ve probably fucked more than a few guys too. You goddamn faggot. I can’t believe I’m just finding out about this.”
“Well, I’m sure glad I brought this up. Listen, Sue, I’ll never bring it up again. I just thought I’d ask. Now I know, okay? I didn’t mean to offend you. I was just being honest. I’m not the first guy that put something up his ass. It just feels good. And to be perfectly honest, I’m pretty sure a lot of women like the power they have when they fuck a guy that way. I’ve seen videos of girls fucking their boyfriends. Believe me, they get into it big time.
But it’s not something I want you to do, if that’s not for you. But what if I never asked and it’s something you actually wanted to do? I was just being considerate. Now I know. I’ll never ask again. I promise.”
“Considerate? HA! For your selfish self. Well, trust me. I don’t want to do it and I’m not going to do it. It’s fucking gay Mark. Next thing I know I’ll come home someday finding you sucking a cock. Or worse, taking one up your ass.”
“Okay, okay, okay. Dammit, let’s stop talking about this. I’m sorry I brought it up. Let’s get a shower and I’ll sleep in the spare bedroom. That way when your dad gets home he won’t think I was fucking around with you in his and your mom’s bed. I don’t need him asking me that!”
Sunday morning….
“Sorry, change of plans again. Since mom won’t be home until later, dad is staying up at the vacation house to do some fishing today. He said he’ll be home later. He’d like you to come up there so you guys can talk alone. I guess he wants to “put you on the witness stand” before he approves anything ha-ha.”
“Did you tell him I was coming to ask his permission to marry you? Ugh. Real nice. I was hoping to drop it on him without giving him time to think about it. He’s probably got ten thousand questions ready to ask me. “
“Yeah, first one will probably be ‘Mark, are you a homo?’ He assumes all good-looking guys are a little light in the loafers ha-ha. How are you going to answer that sweetie? Especially, after last night?
“You know, if you are going to bring that up the rest of my life, maybe we need to take some time to reconsider. I’m not going to hear you call me a faggot for the next 50 years. Like a told you, I’m not the only straight guy who likes something up his ass occasionally. Jesus.”
“I was just joking. Keep your shirt on sweetie. Why don’t you go get cleaned up and I’ll get you directions to the vacation home up at the lake? It’s about an hour north of here. Dad will want to get out on the boat, so you probably won’t have a lot of time to talk to him. Then you can get back here, say hi to mom, and then head back to Indiana to be ready for work tomorrow.”
Two hours later I arrive at the Jackson vacation home. It’s an awesome house overlooking the lake. Cliff, Mr. Jackson, greets me at the front door.
“Hi Mark. Come on in. How was the drive up?
My future father-in-law (assuming I get his approval and Sue quits calling me a homo) is standing in front of me. He’s just coming out of the shower wearing nothing but a white bath towel around his waist. His tanned chest and legs do not look like those of a 50-year-old father of three girls. He could easily pass for 40. I’d never realized how handsome he actually was. Of course, I’d never seen him almost completely nude before.
Suddenly, I’m feeling thinking AND feeling some things that I should not be feeling and thinking. What the hell is going on with me? Maybe I am a latent homo. Damn.
“Come on in and sit down on the sofa over there Mark and I’ll join you in a minute. I’m making some coffee. Would you like some?”
“No sir, I’m good. I actually don’t drink coffee. Never liked it for some reason. Water would be fine though.”
“Sure. Sorry I didn’t make it back to the house last night Mark. Susan said you wanted to talk to me. Maybe ask me a few questions. So shoot. What would you like to ask me? No hard questions though ha-ha.
By the way, you don’t need to call me sir, or Mr. Jackson. Cliff will be fine.”
“Well, sir, uh Cliff, I’m guessing you have a pretty good idea of why I’m here and what I’m wanting to ask you. Since I know you’re probably in a hurry to get out on the boat, I’ll just get right to it. I’d like your permission and approval to marry Susan. We’ve been dating for a year now. At the end of this next school year we’d like to get married. But I thought it was appropriate to get your permission first. Old school I guess.”
“Well, I appreciate the consideration Mark. Not many guys do that these days. Are you sure at your age that you are ready to commit to one person for the rest of your life? Have you had any other relationships that were just as serious but over time you changed your mind? I mean have you had other long-term, serious relationships with other girls or women?”
“No sir. I mean I’ve dated several girls during my four years in high school, but none that I ever wanted to spend the rest of my life with.”
“How many of them did you fuck, Mark?” If you tell me none, we’re going to get off to a rocky start. Good-looking guys like you don’t go through high school without fucking a few. Am I right?”
“Well, Cliff, I don’t want to get off on a bad start with you, but I don’t think I need to, or should share my physical relationships with other girls in high school. Any plausible deniability to Susan would go right out the window. I don’t want to know if or how many guys she might have had sexual relations with and I’m sure she feels the same way.”
“How many times have you and Susan fucked, Mark? Don’t try to tell me you haven’t. I’m not naïve.”
“Mr. Jackson, if Susan wants to answer that, she can. But I’m not going to. Have I touched her in ways you might not approve of, yeah, I’d have to say yes. But I’m not going to say any more than that. She is 22 years old. It’s not like she’s a child.”
“Okay, Mark. Fair enough. You’re right. She’s a legal adult at 22 and she can do what she wants. But she still lives in our home and I’m still going to want to know what she’s up to – and with whom. I was 22 once and I know what I would have been doing with a girl who looked like Susan. Hell, even when I see her today she reminds me of her mom at 22 and I still get hard looking at both of them. So, whatever you guys have done, I can’t undo.”
So, then, how many GUYS have you fucked Mark?"
“WHAT THE FUCK, MR. JACKSON! WHAT THE HELL’S WRONG WITH YOU?” Is this a joke? Are you messing with me just to see if I’m right for your daughter? Did Sue put you up to this after my talk with her last night? Sorry sir, I’m not gay, I’m not bi, and I’m no cocksucker, or ass fucker, if that’s what you’re asking. Did Susan know you were going to do this? This is embarrassing. Anyway, doesn’t matter. I gotta go. I won’t say anything to Sue about this. I just need to know if I have your approval to marry Susan and we can forget this ever happened.”
At this point, Susan’s father dropped his towel exposing the biggest, fattest cock I’d ever seen outside of a porn movie. Gay or straight. His entire body, his cock and balls made Brian’s look, well, like a teen boy’s in comparison. God, his body for a 50-year old was beautiful, sexy, hot…whatever you want to call it. His skin was tanned and shaved from the neck down. Not a hair anywhere. Not even around his cock. Like a tanned, oiled bodybuilder in a way. His legs were firm like his ass. His pecs were again like those of a bodybuilder.
“Sit down Mark, you aren’t going anywhere until you suck this cock and swallow some daddy cum. All of it."
“I’m sorry Mr. Jackson, I can’t do that. I’m straight. Period. Susan can verify that if you need to know for sure.”
I admit I was shaking and scared for a variety of reasons. One, while the head on my shoulders said no to what I was seeing, the head on my cock said yes to all of it. God, he was a beautiful manly, man. Two, his stature and build told me that he could force me to do this if he was determined. As in rape me. His build, his height, his weight would easily overpower me if I tried to fight him off. Assuming I even wanted to. But I did want to fight him off, because I knew it would never be the same – it could never be the same – with Susan if I let this happen between me and her father. Three, I’m not gay or bi in spite of my two man-on-boy fuck sessions with Brian. Those were just “accidents or mistakes” before I made the plunge into heterosexual marriage that would and could never happen again.
“Mark, you’re not leaving here until I find out how good you are at dad/son love. If you are good enough, you, me, and Susan are going to have a wonderful marriage. If you aren’t, Susan will have to keep looking…if you get my drift.”
“Mr. Jackson, Cliff, I ABSOLUTELY DO NOT get your drift or anything else about what is happening right now. I’m not judging you and your sexual preferences. And I’d never say anything to Sue or her mom about this, or what you do with other men - apparently your card-playing buddies. That’s your business. But I’m as straight as an arrow and being with a man, any man, doesn’t and never has appealed to me.”
As Cliff moved closer to me he said, “Mark, I met a young man on Grindr. I’ve been meeting him for a few suck and fuck sessions. Sue and her mom don’t know, of course. They think I'm playing cards on Saturday nights. Interestingly, the guys is dating a guy from the same town you live in. Small world, huh? He told me a lot about this guy. The more he described him, the more he sounded a lot like you. Brian said the guy was college age and very handsome. His name was Mark, too. Probably just a coincidence. He told me the guy is a great cocksucker and the best ass rimmer between here and Indianapolis. Mark, when I heard all that, I was a little jealous. I wanted to get my hands on that hot fuck.
Mark, don’t even try to tell me that Brian’s “Mark” is not you. I know it is. Son, I’m on to your little secret even if Susan is not…at least she’s not on to your secret YET. You aren’t getting out of here until I find out if you suck, rim, and fuck as good as Brian says you do. I can tell by the tent in your pants that you’re ready to show you future father-in-law just how good of a little fuck you are. Get down on your knees Son, put my fat daddy cock in your mouth and let’s get started. Susan called and she decided to come up this afternoon to see how we got along. We don't have a lot of time to find out how good a little cocksucker and fuck toy you are."
I looked up at this huge cock from my kneeling position then into the eyes of this beautiful man. My brain said no; do not do this Mark. My body from my eyes down, looking up at my future father-in-law, told me my life would never be the same…and I didn’t care. I took my first daddy cock in my mouth...and I couldn't wait for what was coming...
