Secrets 3

Danny and the boy were talking about something that I couldn’t hear. I placed my ear against the stall wall so that I could get a better impression of what they were saying. It wasn’t too much better, but I did hear Danny say, “Sean”. 

I only heard fragments of what the other boy said. “...want me to do?” His voice was very deep.

Again, I wasn’t able to hear much, but after a moment or two, I heard the boy answer, “Okay.”

“Good,” Danny said. 

Then I heard the sound of a belt being unbuckled. I didn’t know if it was Danny’s or the other boy’s. Seconds later, I I saw the other boy’s pants drop to his ankles. I was only able to see his slightly hairy legs from the waist down, and I saw a tattoo on the boy’s left ankle, a Japanese symbol. I saw Danny crouch down before the guy and I heard a sharp sigh coming from the other guy, as I assumed Danny had just put his mouth around the dude’s dick. I should’ve left, but I didn’t. I really didn’t know why I wanted to say - none of this was my business at all. 

My dick started to slowly stiffen in my underwear. I heard the slurping sounds Danny’s mouth made on the guy’s cock, and the moans and groans the guy made. I remembered being inside of Danny’s mouth just the day before, how warm and wet his tongue had felt. Instead of taking my dick out and whacking off like I kinda wanted to do, I stood up slowly and opened the stall door, once again trying to be as quiet as possible. I was about to leave the bathroom, but then my stupid curiosity grabbed hold of me again. I peeked through the crack of the toilet door stall at Danny and the other boy. Danny’s head bobbed up and down against the tall boy’s dick - and the boy was staring straight at me. His eyes were very dark and menacing. There was no expression on his face when he saw me, just a blank stare. He grabbed Danny by the back of his head and pushed him harder onto his dick. I turned and walked out of the bathroom as quickly as possible.

* * *

“You smell,” I told Patrick. His whole body was covered in sweat; his damp shirt clung to his muscular chest, showing the imprint of his pecs and nipples. “How come you didn’t take a shower?” I asked. Even though I had said that, I was glad that Patrick hadn’t showered - I liked his raw, natural smell. 

“I don’t ever use the showers at this school,” Patrick answered.

“Why not?” I questioned.

“Just don’t.”

I took sneak glances at Patrick as I drove him to his house. He was aware that I was looking at him, I could tell. But he never said anything about it. About fifteen minutes later, I pulled up into Patrick’s driveway. His car was missing from its usual spot. Patrick turned and reached behind me, in the back seat, to get his gym bag; he was only inches away from my face, and his sexy scent was making me tingle. “You comin’ in?” he asked.

“Your house?” 

“Where else?”

“Oh.” It had been at least a month since I’d been inside Patrick’s house. Usually, he preferred coming over to my house instead because he my house was ‘better’ or something. I was excited by the chance of going into his house. I was also wondering a little bit why Patrick wanted me to come inside. He already knew I was into guys, but I wondered if he knew that I was into him. As usual, I had to fight not to get too excited. “Yeah,” I said. “I can come in for a little while.”

Patrick smiled and climbed out the car. I did the same thing. We went into his house and right upstairs to his bedroom. Patrick’s bedroom was basically like I remembered it with a few changes; he had dozens of posters of on his walls of athletes, rap stars, and swim suit models. On another wall, he had pictures of himself and of other friends. I saw a picture of Patrick and me from last year. And then I saw a picture of Patrick and Rose, smiling, his arm around her shoulder, and her head leaning against his chest. I turned away to see Patrick stripping his clothes off. He pulled off his shirt, revealing his beautifully sculpted torso; his chest and abs shimmered with his perspiration. 

Going into his closet, Patrick pulled out a towel. He was fully aware that I was watching him as he pulled off his basketball shorts and underwear at the same time. My dick must have leapt up at that very second. I didn’t really get to see Patrick’s cock, because he had held the towel up before his waist, blocking the view, but it still made me hard thinking about what was behind that towel. “I’m `bout to take a shower right quick,” Patrick said. “You can watch TV, or get on the computer or whatever you wanna do.” He turned and walked in the direction of his bedroom door toward the bathroom. The back of his towel was slipping a little bit, and I was able to see a little bit of his ass crack. As if he felt my eyes on him, Patrick turned, looked at me for a second and smirked - and then he went to the bathroom. I wondered what Patrick’s motives were, and why he really invited me over to his house - it couldn’t have been for the reasons I was hoping they could be. 

I heard the sound of water running in the next room and knew that Patrick was showering. I went over to his computer and turned it on. I checked my email on line and saw that I had a message from an email address I didn’t recognize. In any other circumstance, I would’ve deleted the message. But for some reason, I felt compelled to see what was inside. I clicked on the link and opened the mail. The message was short and it didn’t really make sense to me:

If you want to know: ‘dark bunny’ in reverse.

I reread that one line over and over again, and each time I read it, I was more mystified than the first time I read it. “Dark Bunny” ? What was that supposed to mean? Who sent me that email? Danny? What did it mean ‘If you want to know”? I logged off and shut off Patrick’s computer. I kept thinking of that message and what it meant and who wrote it. I also thought of Danny sucking that guy off in the bathroom. 

Ten minutes had passed and Patrick was taking a shower. I wondered if he was jacking off or something. I went over to his large, comfortable bed and laid down. The blankets smelled just like him. I sniffed Patrick’s covers and his pillows, loving the way they smelled. 

“Sean, what are you doin’?” Patrick asked.

I nearly leapt out of my skin. I didn’t even hear the water stop running in the other room. I felt very embarrassed and didn’t know what to say. “Um...” I muttered.

Patrick laughed. “Just fuckin’ with you,” he said. He walked into the bedroom, dressed only in his towel, which was very loose on his waist. Patrick’s body was slick was water instead of sweat now, and he looked just as enticing as he always did. I forced myself not to get hard as I kept taking sneak glances at his naked torso. Patrick went over to his drawer and pulled out a pair of tight Calvin Klein briefs. I nearly lost my control again when he took his towel off and began to towel himself off, showing me every detail of his wonderful body. His large cock dangled between his muscular legs; he turned around so that wet his back and gorgeous ass faced me. “Sean, dry my back off for me.”

At first I didn’t believe what I heard and then I figured that Patrick was just playin around with me. But then he asked again, very seriously, “Come dry me off, Sean.” I felt so nervous and horny that I didn’t know what to do. Why was he asking me to do this? He knew I was gay. Was this his way of teasing me? I still wouldn’t allow myself to think Patrick was into me in any way. Still a little bit apprehensive, I got off the bed and walked over to Patrick slowly. His naked, round, right ass was inches away from my crotch. I was inches away from my hot, naked best friend. It was all to surreal for me to believe that it was actually happening to me. 

Patrick handed me the towel, and softly, I began to towel his shoulders off, going in soft circles. I moved downward toward the middle of his back. His muscles flexed everywhere I touched with the towel. I got super nervous when I moved down to the arch of Patrick’s lower back. I wanted to be brave and dry his ass off too, but I didn’t want to test my boundaries that much. But Patrick didn’t seem to mind. He stood perfectly still, not moving or saying anything, completely calm. I wondered if he was hard. Probably not, but it was nice to think that maybe he was. He had to know that I was enjoying this, he had to. So maybe he wanted me to go further, to do the things he had never done with his girlfriend, Rose. I used that as my justification when I moved lower and started to rub the upper half of Patrick’s great ass with the towel. Patrick was still as calm as before. He shifted a little bit, but just a little, spreading his legs apart just a little bit. I rubbed his left ass check with the towel, about fifteen times and then moved over to the right one. I still couldn’t believe I was actually doing this.

“Get in between,” Patrick said, separating his legs a little more.

I was a bit confused to what he meant. “Get between where?”

Patrick looked over his shoulder into my eyes. “My ass,” he said. It was then that I realized that Patrick was enjoying this sexually just as much as I was.I did as he asked and went into his tight ass crack with the towel. I rubbed up and down the length of his butt crack a few times, and then Patrick abruptly pulled away. “That’s enough,” he said quietly. I think that he just realized the significance of what was happening and it was too much for him. He changed quickly into his underwear, and pulled on a clean shirt and a pair of jeans. I felt very awkward and confused. Patrick felt the same way. I could tell that he wanted me to leave but didn’t want to tell me, so I just volunteered to say it.

“I think I better go,” I said.

“Yeah,” Patrick muttered. “I’m kinda tired right now.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” I said as I was about to walk out of his room.

Patrick didn’t look at me. “Yeah.” He was really embarrassed and so was I. As I was leaving his room, I saw a poster on his wall of a cartoon character that kinda looked like Bugs Bunny, except one of its eyes were missing and it was smiling with dagger-sharp teeth instead of buck teeth. On top of the poster were the words “Dark Bunny” written in large gothic-styled lettering. I thought of the email I received: “If you want to know, ‘dark bunny’ in reverse.” 

“What is it?” Patrick asked me, seeing the look on my face.

“Nothin’,” I said. “I’ll see you later.”

I walked down the staircase into the empty living room, toward the front door. I pulled it open and stopped. My heart skipped. The panic I had experienced before in Patrick’s room just multiplied by three. Rose was standing on the other side of the door. When she saw that it was me who opened the door instead of Patrick, her beautiful face transformed into the most hateful, threatening visage I’d ever seen. I just stared at her for the longest time, not knowing what to do or say. Finally, Rose asked me, in a very venomous tone: “What the fuck are you doing here?” 

To be continued...