Eric’s Deep Dark Secret I

It was during my freshmen year at high school where I discovered my true colours, something that I thought I could never live with. However as I continued with my life I found that that very experience was something that was inevitable.

My fantasising of men became clear to me when I had my first experience with my “supposed” arch enemy at school. Not once were we able to remain calm in the presence of one another. But in bed, it was another story all together.

I always wondered what I would look like with six packs, and a semi-muscular lean body, so during the times my class would get change in the changing room, my eyes would glance over other peoples bodies, admiring what could have possibly been mine if only I had been an athlete. I have never once regret my current look, I mean even without that lean muscular six packs body I still had a good looking handsome face, which everyone always thought to look cute, so either way it was fine.

Anyway I will start from the beginning!

Kyle’s Departure

As I arrived at my room, my roommate Kyle was already waiting for my arrival, he had asked my earlier that day whether I would like to hang out with him and his mates down at the pizza place, which is a regular event on Friday night. I who always had things do have never been with him on Fridays, and so I thought why not. You see, Kyle and I have been friends since pre-K but during weekends we hang very little, we both have contradiction hobbies and music genre. Oddly enough when we came to high school we ended up doing similar subjects, which ended us in the same room at school; for we were at boarding school.

We arrived at the pizza place just after six, and waited for another fifteen minutes before Zack, Max, and Brandon arrived. However little did I know there was a fourth who arrived with them, and it was Devon, my arch enemy. Two years ago, Devon and I were teamed up for a science project, but I who objected in doing all the work, got Devon “F”. His parents who found out removed all his games, comics and his computer, for their parents were scientists and their son having an “F” was something they did not want to see. Ever since then, Devon hated me, and as the years go by, things got worst, and so was my relationship with him. Now, he finds ever chance to hate me and despise me more, for when I took the main role as Romeo, or when I got chosen as Team Captain, or worst, was when by accident I asked this girl (at that time) to go with me to the movies, and later found out this girl had actually been Devon’s “girlfriend”. Point being, Devon hated me, and in return I hated him.

Everyone seated around the table nearest to the fire, for it had been snowing for the last twenty minutes, and ordered our pizzas; I ordered pepperoni with Kyle, Devon and Zach both ordered salads, and a vegetarian pizza, while Max and Brandon ordered themselves some garlic bread and chicken nibbles. After ordering, we began to discuss about the current news that had been hovering over school for the last couple of days. Max kept on raving about Mr Kim (the head of maths) to be having an affair with Melanie (the hot but no so smart girl), and that was the reason why both Melanie and Mr Kim was suspended from school. Zach and Brandon was discussion about how they would sweat talk a girl into having sex with them, while Kyle, Devon and I talked about the possibility of turning the principles cactus into next weeks lunch menu. It was more less Kyle and Devon talking to each other, I tried very much to avoid Devon’s eye. He had this glare of revenge burning in his eyes, and I knew that Devon was ready to pour more hatred upon me any time soon.

After an hour an a half, Helga our waitress seated herself between Brandon and Max, for Helga also a friend of ours. She had been working at this pizza joint since last Christmas, because at about that same time, he father declared bankruptcy and forced everyone to work. Helga who liked working was fine with the idea, but her mother, well, that is just something else. But after another half an hour, we decided to go back, since it was getting later, and any later would we be in trouble.

By the time we arrived back at our rooms, Kyle’s room had been cleaned out, his bed was stripped, his belongings gone, and everything that once belonged to him and vanished. At first we thought it was a robber but then thought otherwise, I mean why would anyone try and rob us when there is a lot of people right outside our room, passing by every minute. We decided to investigate, and thought the first place to go was to the house master.
“Your stuff is all missing…” He pondered for a minute before coming to a realisation about something. “Ah… You might want to see Mr Hunter, he will explain everything,” he said. He pointed at the building across the road.
Mr Hunter was the manager of this establishment, so he would know why Kyle’s stuff was gone.
“I do advise that you go alone Kyle,” he continued as we were about to leave.
“Why?” Kyle asked.
“I cannot say, sorry.”

They arrived in front of the building across the road; there was a sign that read “Boarding House Administration Office Building”. There was only two rooms lit, that was visible from outside, one they assumed came from Mr Hunter’s office, and the other from the lounge, for visitors to come and relax.
They opened the door and called out for Mr Hunter, who replied “In here”.
They arrived just outside his office, labelled “House Manager” over the glass door. Some from inside opened it and everything became clear after they saw who had opened it. It was Kyle’s dad James, who had opened it. As they walked into the room, Kyle’s mum Patricia, was sitting opposite My Hunter, she was crying, while Kyle’s dad returned to his seat adjacent of Mr Hunter.
“Do you wish Eric to hear this Kyle?” Mr Hunter asked.
“Do you want to hear this Eric?” Kyle asked me. I felt this was going to be awkward and decided to go leave.
“No thank you. You can tell me later,” and with out further ado I left Kyle and his parents to talk with Mr Hunter.

While Kyle was in the office, I retreated to the lounge, and as I suspected, I was right, the other light did come from this very lounge. It was big and overlooked the night city, the lights from buildings below with the snow it looked amazing. After ten minutes, I heard footsteps from outside the room, followed by Kyle’s voice.
“I want to see Eric before I leave dad,” he said, and few seconds later, he appeared just in the doorway of the lounge.
“Hey, what happened?” I asked, but I knew the answer to that already.
“I got expelled,” Kyle replied, he did not look happy.
“They found out huh?”
“Unfortunately. When mum heard the news, she thought they were joking,” Kyle now looked really unhappy, this was one of those moments that I wished I was not around to witness.
“I told you it was a bad idea,”
“Huh… Anyway, I have to go now, they want me off the school grounds before nine or they will call the police,” informed Kyle, he looked around and walked up to me. “I want you to promise that you will not tell this to anyone.”
“What should I tell them? I mean it’s going to be obvious that you’re not at school anymore.”
“Tell them I moved to Switzerland or something. Anyway, I should be going now.” And without any more excuses to stay any longer, Kyle left me alone in the lounge.

By the next morning the news of Kyle leaving had spread throughout the entire house, and even though he did not board, had already heard the news to. By Monday morning, stories of his mysterious departure had evolved to being kidnapped by aliens, or taken by the police for drug use. I found this very amusing, but like I said to Kyle, I would never tell anyone the truth.

Devon’s Twin

It has been a week since Kyle had left me alone in my room. I have been wondering who my new room was going to be, Mr Hunter has informed me the day before, that a new roommate would be arrive sometime in the next few days; and so he did. By Thursday, as I arrived back at my room, I found that the Kyle’s old bed had been made, the table piled with books, and two luggages’ were on top of the made bed, open. I moved to look whether there was a name on the bag, and I did, Damien Demeris. At first I did not click at the name, but found the name to be familiar, well the surname did. And I finally understood why.

The door to my room opened and Devon and this guy who looked exactly like Devon himself walked into the room. Devon had a twisted smile on his face, and introduced me to this guy.
“Damien, this is Eric,” Devon pointed out.
Damien extended his hand to shake mine, but the thought of touching him made the hair of my neck stand. But oddly enough, unlike Devon, Damien seemed… nicer, a lot nicer. He smiled at me; it was a warming smile, a gesture of friendship. 
“This is Damien, my twin brother,” Devon said, as he left the room, while he laughed his wicked laugh. “Whahaha…”

I shook Damien’s hand, and I knew that something had stirred inside my stomach. I felt warm, and calm, and felt like nothing bad was going to happen to me, no even Devon can ruin this moment.
“Hi, um… Damien right?” I asked; he smiled yet again in return.
“I guess you know my brother Devon then?” he said, in a slight british accent.
“Unfortunatly… Not that you’re anything like him,” I said, I saw a disappointed expression of Damien’s face, and quickly added “Are you?”
“My brother can sometime seem like a bully. But I know there is good deep,” he thought for a moment then added, “very very deep.” He laughed, and it was so amazing, his laughter felt very warm and outreaching.
“I never knew he had a brother, let alone a twin brother,”
“He doesn’t talk about me much you see. Out of both of us, I am the smartest, and always took the spotlight when it came to things like grades, science fair projects etcetera. He is in fact smart if only he put his mind to it, but ever since two years ago he just change, and never tried again to out shine me. He wouldn’t tell me why.”

I felt so bad now; probably the reason for his current failure and lack of self-confidence was because of me. “Where have you been then?”
“I have been schooling at Europe since the beginning of junior high. My parents thought it was best that I go and live with my Uncle and Aunt in England,” Damien replied.
“Well that explains the British accent,” and I immediately feel head of heels over Damien, “So why have you returned all of a sudden?”
“My Uncle passed away a few weeks ago…” Well that explained Devon’s one week of absence from school “… and my aunt was having a hard time trying to fit back into society. She was very devastated by this. So I thought it was best that she return back with me and we can watch over her encase she does something stupid.”
“Really!?”

Just then the door flew open and Devon was standing there, looking at me with disgust.
“Damien, Mr Hunter wants to show you to the staff, so quick move along.” Devon interrupted.
“Ok, tell him I will be there in five minutes.” Damien replied, and began to unbutton his shirt.
Devon gave me a smirk before leaving. I then sat on my bed, staring at Damien, getting changed.
“I arrived from England just this about three hours ago, haven’t had the chance to get unpack yet,” said Damien.
“You can borrow mine.” I said, as I pointed to my closet.
“Thanks,” he replied, as he pulled out a blue jersey and pulled it over his head. “By the way, where do I throw my dirty laundry? Devon told me you don’t wash them yourselves.”
“That of course is an option, you can drop it in the laundry bags every morning, which they pick up and get washed and dropped at your room the day after, or you can just go and wash them your self in the laundry room in this house.”
Damien threw his shirt on the bed, and raced to the door.
“Sorry, I have to go, we can talk later tonight ok,” he winked at me than left.

After several months living with Damien as a roommate, I soon became accustomed to his habits. Damien sure did look good when he was just in his boxers, or sometimes he would wear pouch boxer, which would turn me on due to the beautiful shaped bulge between his crotches. When this would happen I would have a wild fantasy dream of sucking his beautiful nice shaped hard cock, but of course it was hard to determine its look since I have never seen it. But I have a plan so I can see it, and now just waiting for the right opportunity to do it.

Every morning after he would shower he would return to the room before I would, and when I arrive he would be half dressed, and on weekends he would wake up earlier than me and would leave the showers after I arrive. Then I decided that if I called in sick during a school day. It would allow me to remain in the room and force him to show his body without anything on. And so the day arrived when I would pull this.

I choose the day with the most boring subjects on which was Wednesday, and the night before that, I told the house master I am filling ill. The next morning, I executed my plan to call in sick. The house master arrived at my door, and told us to get up, and as planned I would pretend to cough.
“Uuhk, uhk…”
“I guess you aren’t feeling well. Ok, I will call the nurse to check up after breakfast.” The house master said, and left seconds later after he was sure that Damien had got up and left.
Ten minutes later, I quickly turned to one side facing Damien as he Damien arrived. I quickly closed my eyes so he would think I was a sleep. He was wrapped only in a towel around his waist, revealing his nicely toned body and the light abs that were beginning to form; his slender legs, quite hairless, and his arms, slightly muscular. His wet black jet hair, and his piercing sharp blue eyes, and his chiselled face made him perfect, and with his sweat and tender voice, made him the ultimate creation. Now, since it was the beginning of spring, we were in no hurry to get change to remain warm.
Damien, walked over to the closet, and search through his stuff, pulled out a small t-shirt and blue jeans. He then moved down to the draws and pulled out a pair of white socks and a grey coloured pouch boxer. 

He then stripped off his towel and revealed his firm bubble butt ass, unfortunately he was facing the wrong way, and I was unable to see his package. But I was wrong, he turned around slightly so I was able to see some of his pubic hair, it was short, and so I knew he must have shaved it. He then peered over his shoulder to see me, and quickly I closed my eyes. However, that was all the luck I was to have, he then got dressed into this pouch boxer, and pulled his jeans on and his shirt, and quickly put on some socks and his gym shoes and left for breakfast.

I lay their motionless at the sight I had seen in my life, it was amazing, even without all Damien’s parts exposed, he had become so horny he could have just climaxed right there and then without even touching his manhood. But I forced myself not to. I wanted to preserve this memory for later, when I have build up an incredible force that cumming would take me to the heavens above. However, as I recalled the memory over and over, the sensation grew stronger and stronger, my hands had begun to tremble, and I knew that if I give in, I would loose it all. I quickly leapt of out of bed, and raced over to the water bottle which I sprayed over my face and my manhood to relieve of my horniness. It was so cold that the sensation died in an instant. And I knew from that very moment, the next time I say Damien naked, I was sure to blow a load with his presence there. 

Unfortunately, due to my sudden thought that I could have nearly cummed in his presence, I promised myself never to see Damien naked again this year. Finally after a few more months, our freshman year would be over, and this meant that I would be leaving for the summer holidays, and leaving his presence behind, something I have been dying to do for so long. And so the final day of school had arrived, everyone was packed, and my parents were outside the house ready to drive me home at last.

My belongings had been packed in the car, and I decided to check my room again encase I have left anything behind. I arrived at the front door of my room, that once read “Rm 12: Eric & Damien”, but now read “Rm 12:”. 
I opened the door to my room, and found Damien lying in his stripped bed, with his backpack on the ground lying against the bed. He looked up at me, and smiled.
“It has been an interesting year,’ he said.
I smiled in returned, and began to check the room for anything I might have missed. But as I bend over to look under the table, this thought came into my mind. I turned to face Damien.
“Damien… I want to know something…” I took a breath.
“Go ahead and ask,”
“Are you… Are you…?” I asked.
“What about me?”
“Are you g-” KNOCK! There was a knock from the door, it was my dad.
“Come on son, were going to be late,” he said, as he waved a hello at Damien.
“Oh… Ok.” I looked over at Damien once again, “Are you coming back again next year? Or are you returning to England?”
“I don’t know,” Damien replied. He looked up at the ceiling then said, “I sure am going to miss this place when I leave,” He got up and picked up his backpack.
“Come on Eric,” My dad urged.
“Give me a sec ok,” I replied quickly.
“Don’t be to long then.” My dad left both of us in the room.
“Well, I better get going then,” I said finally, I moved closer to him, and gave him a hug.
“I’ll email yah during the holidays ok; I will tell yah whether I am off to England again or not. Well, got to go,” Damien turned on his heels and left the room.
With that he left me by myself, just like Kyle did with me, only this time there was a hole in my heart.

To be continued…