First Time Secrets (Vol. 3 – A Time for Everything)

by Mason Lee

  First Time Secrets

  Vol. 3 – A Time for Everything

  By Mason Lee

  © 2014

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  Vol. 3 – A Time for Everything

  David resolves to never tell Dean about the shocking events that occurred at the Professor's party and tries his best to forget about his obsession. After finally committing himself to Dean, David believes that perhaps he is actually in love with the young man and he let’s everything else go.

  But the Professor and his boyfriend are not about to let David get away that quickly and he soon finds himself entangled in a lie that just keeps getting bigger and sexier…

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  Vol. 3 - A Time for Everything

  David shivered uncontrollably as he sat on his bed, holding his arms and rocking back and forth until he finally gave up and pulled the covers over his head, hoping that if he closed his eyes, it would all fade away. He was still hard and he was ashamed of himself for it. How could he have been so easy and so stupid? He stupidly threw himself at the one man that he knew would most likely chew him up and spit him out. He'd be lucky to still have a boyfriend after tonight's escapade.

  The word boyfriend washed over him and his shaking stopped but his face was still hot. He reviewed the evening before the party and his stomach flipped back and forth as he remembered his weak excuses for leaving Dean's arms. He had been so happy there. It had seemed so right and then he had to go and ruin it all because of this sick obsession, this need that had gotten inside of him and ate at his chance for happiness.

  He decided, before closing his eyes, that he couldn't tell Dean what had happened. Even if it made him a liar. He was too afraid of what the handsome, young man would think of him, throwing himself at a known predator like that. David might be out of the closet but he was still familiar with secrets and the party would have to stay buried there, along with the other things that he didn't want to remember right now.

  In the morning, with a whole new day before him, the sunlight peeked in through the slats of the blind and his dingy room seemed to sparkle. David took it as a good omen and decided to start with a clean slate. He brushed his teeth and combed through his blond mane with his hand and closed his door behind him. He had made up his mind. He would make amends with Dean first and then never lie to him again. He knocked softly on Dean’s door.

  “Who is it?” his boyfriend asked. His voice seemed to indicate that he was still half asleep.

  “It's David.”

  He didn't sound confident at all and tried to clear his throat; he didn't want a trace of nervousness to seep through.

  There was the sound of feet shuffling and Dean stood at the door, no gesture, no wide smile to welcome him back.

  “Hey, what's up?”

  “Can I come in?” David asked. He felt even sorrier than he sounded.

  Dean drew his shoulders back and his bare chest was hard and sculpted and it looked as if he were creating a barrier where David was not allowed.

  “I don't know what happened last night, man, but I have to tell you that I felt pretty shitty about the way you left things.” He looked him right in the eye as he added, “Especially considering what we just did.”

  David's hand had reached Dean’s chest of its own volition and when he felt Dean's heart hammering under his touch, he felt something melt inside and he opened his arms. Without a word, his mouth opened and his tongue found Dean's lips and his apology began with his soft, wet kisses.

  Dean let himself be walked backwards to the bed and David continued his caress, kissing the boy's eyelids, his cheeks, his cupid's bow, sucking on his full bottom lip and nibbling gently on his top one. Dean was malleable and his eyes were closed and David knew he was seducing him rather than confessing and perhaps he should feel guilty for that, but with Dean's scent around him and his taste in David's mouth, all he cared about was the pounding need between Dean's legs and his own desire to have him.

  David reached the young man's hard, pointed nipple and found that when tracing the tip of his tongue across the pink bit of flesh that Dean groaned and pushed his hips up, as if to give him his cock as well. Dean continued his assault on the nipple while reaching down to stroke his boyfriend's hard dick under his shorts, grabbing him roughly by the base and pulling his cock forward, feeling Dean throb in his hand as he kept up the tongue lashing.

  “David,” he groaned and pushed up again, “that feels so good. Everything you do feels so good.”

  His muscular thighs clenched and shivered and David grabbed the waistband of the shorts and pulled them off. The gorgeous boy was naked under him now and David wanted every bit of him. Keeping his hand tightly wrapped around Dean's dripping cock, his tongue traced slowly back and forth, in the same tempo and pressure that he had used on the young man's hard nipple, along the head of his cock.

  “What are you doing to me?” Dean whimpered and David licked up his puddle of precum and jerked him firmly up and down to squeeze the rest of his salty juices out, and suck them out directly from his slit.

  “I thought you regretted what happened…” Dean said quietly and between deep, raspy breaths, but David heard every word.

  David looked up and shook his head, staring at the gorgeous boy that had changed his world, when he whispered, “I'm so sorry. How could I regret anything with you? I think I'm in love with you.” He didn't look away, even as the last of his deepest secret came out, although he wanted to.

  Dean was much stronger than him so it was nothing for the young man to pull him or flip him or even pin him down, but instead he brought David's other hand to his lips and kissed every finger gently and then sucked each, one at a time, into his mouth. David gave him his hand and returned to his dick, copying Dean's lips and tongue with his own on Dean's shaft.

  Dean cried out and thrust in and out of his mouth slowly and when David looked up, he saw his lover staring back, watching him with a tenderness that David couldn't fathom that someone would have for him. David opened his mouth wider and took all of the boy inside, his lips touching the soft hair that grew around his thick root.

  Dean whispered, “Wait, please,” and raised his feet off the bed, spreading his legs open wide. He was showing David what he wanted, giving him his newly opened ass, begging him to fill it again. David sunk to his knees and licked his lover's tender skin and listened to the sweet noises of want that rose from the young man as he penetrated him with his tongue, pushing inside and tasting him there.

  He swirled his tongue around the satiny skin and then entered him again. Dean reached down to his cheeks and spread them open wider for David with a groan and begged.

  “Yes, David, take me, fu
ck me with your tongue and then your cock. I want you so fucking bad.”

  David slid his tongue in and out of the boy now, faster and deeper. His ass was soaking wet with his saliva and the wet noises grew louder and louder the deeper David entered him.

  Dean moved his hard, well-muscled cheeks, opening his hole wider and wider for more and thrusting himself down on the wet, intrusive tongue that was making him shake and plead for more. David's bulging dick was dripping from need and he found that he couldn't wait another minute. He rose up on his knees and thrust his cock inside the young man's ass.

  He didn't hesitate this time. He knew that Dean was hungry for him and, at this moment, he wanted nothing more than to overwhelm him with pleasure. With two more fast pumps, he was buried deep inside his lover and Dean cried out, “David, yes,” and he repeated his name and yes and please again and again. David stared into his eyes as he drove his cock home inside his beautiful lover.

  David watched his perfect, lean lines and held his powerful legs up and nibbled along his calves, the back of his knees, giving him his mouth with every thrust of his dick inside his hot, velvety hole. Dean moved his right hand to his cock and started masturbating back and forth to David's rhythm in and out of him. With his left hand, he drew David to him and whispered, “I love you,” before opening his mouth and taking David's tongue inside as he was taking his dick.

  He felt the boy suck on his tongue and his ass was slick and buttery and so tight as he drove back and forth. David's balls were drawn up and he knew that in a moment he would splatter Dean's insides with a hot, gushing wad of cum and he broke the kiss to tell him in a low, harsh voice between deep breaths, “Dean, I'm going to cum…so good, oh God,” and the last pump made him explode and his whole body trembled as his climax tore from him and found its home inside his lover.

  “Fill me up, yes, give it to me,” Dean jerked himself faster and faster and just as the last spurt of David's release entered him, he let go and the spasm rocked his body, his cum coating David's stomach, even darting up to his chest and dripping down to coat his pulsating shaft.

  David sank to his lover's arm and covered him with kisses, feeling his erection soften and slip from Dean's silky insides. He lay at his side and felt his skin meld with his, their combined sweat and orgasms making them sticky and parting almost impossible. David found that he never wanted to leave. Rolling to his side, his chest touching Dean's back, his hand on the boy's chest, his lips on the sensitive, soft skin on the back of his neck, he sighed, completely content.

  *****

  The next morning, David made his way to the administrative offices and stood in line until it was his turn. The gray-haired lady peered at him over the top of her glasses and smiled.

  “Can I help you, young man?”

  “I need to drop a class.”

  He hoped that no explanation was needed. He didn't know if he could articulate that he was afraid of a professor.

  “Just fill out this form,” the woman said.

  Her bent, arthritic fingers passed him a yellow piece of paper and a short pencil and he quickly wrote the correct information in the correct places. When he passed it back, she looked through the glass instead of over it and clicked her tongue.

  “Oh my,” she looked at him again over the lenses with a puzzled expression.

  “Did I do something wrong?” David wanted to be done with it and quickly.

  “No, the form is fine. It's just that you're the second young man today who has dropped Professor Kaufman's class,” she pursed her lips as if to stop herself from saying what was on the tip of her tongue.

  “Well, never you mind then. Have a good day,” she smiled at him and turned away and David wished desperately that he could ask her what the secret was, but he wasn’t sure that he really wanted to find out.

  *****

  The week had been glorious - carefree, easy. No more shame or obsession, no more desperation or panic attacks. David would always wind up knocking on Dean's door at the end of the evening and rush into his lover's arms as if he hadn't seen him in ages. Their desire for the other seemed to become even more urgent, if it was possible, and when they were spent and empty, Dean's head lay in the crook of his arm and David always fell asleep with his hand over the other man’s heart.

  One of those fine days, the lovers were walking to the library, hand in hand, which David found to be as intimate as anything they did in Dean's bed, when David thought he saw the Professor out of the corner of his eye. He felt the familiar chill between his shoulder blades and Dean noticed that his grip had become much tighter.

  “You okay?” Dean asked, glancing over at him.

  “Yes, fine,” and he flashed a fake smile at the young man, hoping that the panic wasn't too obvious.

  They got a table in the center of the cavernous room, spread out bags and papers and laptops and, once they sat, Dean's hand immediately wandered to David's thigh.

  “That's not fair,” he whispered, trying to pretend as if he didn't love every touch.

  “I know,” Dean smiled and removed his hand. The place on David's skin tingled as if it had continued.

  “I've got to find those books,” David stood, but before leaving, placed a hasty kiss on his lover's cheek.

  After a few minutes of wandering, David realized he had made a wrong turn and was lost somewhere, down an unfamiliar aisle. Stacks of dusty volumes towered over his head and everything smelled of old paper, until he smelled a strong aftershave. The scent was familiar, but it was too late for him to escape it.

  “David,” Professor Kaufman had materialized at the end of the aisle and David's heart pumped madly as soon as he saw him. “I'm heartbroken that you dropped my class,” his black eyes glittered and watched David's every move, still a jungle cat sizing up a morsel.

  “I know, sorry, I just couldn't handle the workload,” David mumbled, stepping backward, in the opposite direction. He suddenly wished that Dean had come with him.

  “That's bullshit and you know it,” the Professor grabbed his hand and the much larger man easily pulled him close so that he was chest to chest with his obsession. David could feel every breath the man took and could feel that the Professor's enormous erection was clearly pressed against David's pelvis as well.

  “Just tell me the truth, David. You were scared by my little game at the party. That's it, right?”

  David swallowed hard and it was almost impossible to speak. The wave of desire coursed down the length of him. The man's dick drilling into him, his powerful arms keeping him exactly where he wanted, his lusty gaze spoke volumes and David felt himself melting - how could he fight it?

  “Yes, that’s it…” he mumbled and tried to look up to return the heated gaze but found it frightening. “And I have a boyfriend now.”

  Professor Kaufman laughed, but it was not from amusement.

  “My dear, little virgin boy, are you in love?”

  His wide, strong hand had traveled up to David's face. The man's lips were only an inch away and his breath on David's mouth stirred something inside him.

  The words he wanted to say were impossibly tangled and he didn't think he could make a sound anyway and his body acted on its own accord. He reached for the Professor's mouth with his own and a long, hard sigh escaped his lips, as if something were breaking inside, when the man's hot lips were finally on his.

  The Professor's tongue penetrated him and slid along every inch of him, opening his mouth wider as if he would swallow David whole. He thrust his tongue in deeper and David found himself whimpering as he sucked on it. He fed on the man and the wet noises coming from the two of them grew louder and more heated. David felt the strong hands travel down his back to his ass where he cupped David's cheeks and ground his huge hard-on against David's aching cock.

  When the Professor's hand moved to the front of his pants and touched him there, he shivered and moaned. His mind was screaming at him to say no, to stop and run away, but his body had betrayed him and he b
ecame just a sensation. Charles Kaufman finally was unzipping him and stroking his cock, kissing him ferociously and touching the wet place on the front of his underwear, making him melt like David always knew he would.

  The tongue withdrew and David felt his bottom lip quiver. His mouth was empty and he wanted it filled, something to distract him from the fact that his lover was somewhere in this room and yet the dark-haired man that he still yearned for was touching him in ways that Dean would not approve of. His nervousness was mounting and he thought he might be able to disentangle himself, but then the Professor stated the obvious.

  “You didn't answer the question, David,” he whispered, and with every word his hand worked up and down, squeezing the precum out of his dick.

  “What's the question?”

  David's back was pressed up against the shelves behind him now and he didn't know which he wanted more, to run or to slide to his knees and beg to choke on the bulging pole that he couldn't stop dreaming about.

  “You're so easily distracted aren't you, sweet boy?”

  Professor Kaufman stopped moving his hand now and just held him tight. David cried out in his hand and the Professor smiled wickedly when he felt a new gush of wetness soak his underwear.

  “I asked if you were in love, David.”

  David gasped - how could he say yes right now? He finally whispered, “I think so,” but knew that was a far cry from the answer that he should be giving.

  “Well, then,” the Professor moved his hand slowly up to the waistband of his ruined underwear and pulled it down, exposing his dribbling hard-on finally, “you definitely shouldn't be letting me do this to you, should you, David?”

  His voice was mesmerizing and his eyes burned through him and the touch of his palm on David's bare skin made it impossible to withdraw. His breath came faster and faster and he gulped again when he shook his head no.