Date: Sat, 30 Aug 2008 19:09:03 EDT
From: Tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: Man in the Closet

			     MAN IN THE CLOSET
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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I was playing in my Mom's closet one day like I often do. She has this
really big closet, twice or more the size of mine, and she had all these
boxes with all sorts of strange stuff in it. Mom, who was and is still
really, really pretty, used to be an actress on stage and has these
costumes that she wore during them. Also, she did some other things like an
assistant to a magician and such...so you can imagine that Mom's boxes have
some really cool stuff inside. As long as she didn't know I was looking at
them, I could play with them.

I had a box in my hand which was weird, there was this mirror on one side
that made a kind of small triangle. When you looked at the box from the
other three sides (and all three of those sides would fall away) you
couldn't see the triangular part at all. Like I said, all kinds of cool
stuff. And when you're my age, this stuff was magical even without doves
inside the triangular part!

I was having to be real quiet just now, because Mom was in the bedroom with
some guy. They were talking and laughing and giggling and grunting. I think
they were playing on the bed now, like Mom wouldn't let me play on the bed,
she always said it would break the bed. I didn't think so, the springs
would go squeak-squeak-squeak, but that didn't hurt anything, did it? If it
did, then Mom and her friend were going to break Mom's and Dad's bed in a
hurry doing what they were doing.

I got tired of the box and put it away and looked at the next thing. A big,
black cape, solid black on one side, red on the other. All soft and sleek
like, my hand would slide right over it. I knew the magicians would wear
this sort of cape with the black side out, but the red side really was
prettier.

I heard Daddy's car in the driveway. Maybe he and Mom's friend would have
something to talk about. I know that when Daddy walked in the door, he
yelled out, "Where is he? Where is that guy, I know he's here!"

The door to the closet rattled and I back up into the corner of the closet
and quickly threw the cape over me, black side out. It would make me as
close to invisible in the dim light of the closet; the only light was what
seeped it through those little slits. I liked it, it made Mom's stuff even
more mysterious.

But the door jumped open and then closed again and I heard Mom shoving it
completely shut with a click! I was shut in! That door only opened from the
outside!

And someone was in the closet with me. Mom's friend, and he was completely
naked!

A big guy, he was taller than the bar which held all the clothes up. He was
trying to get in behind the rows of Mom's clothes and it wasn't working
well at all, he had this really big chest and arms and they just made her
clothes bulge way out. If he was playing Hide-and-Seek with Daddy, he
wasn't going to hide well at all.

He realized that and he began to squirm over to where I was. I had pushed
Mom's boxes forward in her closet so that I had a space behind them, my
secret space, just big enough for me to sit in and look at her stuff. Mom's
friend had found the space at the back of the closet with the boxes in
front, and he was busily squeezing himself into it, and I was under the
cape at the very corner. He didn't get all the way back because I was there
and he probably thought it was a box or something covered up, and then he
pulled a whole stack of boxes over to close up the entrance to my secret
space. This left him standing nearly over me and I slipped a corner of the
cape off one of my eyes and looked up at him, his light brown hair cut
short but disarranged, his chest hairy, the hairs glowing in the slits of
light from outside. He had a broad chest, and wide arms with his biceps
sticking out even with his arms at his side, and his stomach was neat and
taut against his body, not like Daddy's which had developed a bit of a
roundness. He was younger than Daddy, too, by quite a lot, I'd guess he was
about the age of my Uncle Jack, who had just turned twenty-five a couple of
months ago. He was all hot and sweaty and breathing kind of hard and his
cock was all shiny and wet and still hard and stiff though it was shrinking
slowly down. I guess he and Mom had been playing naked in the bed. I
thought only Mom and Dad did the naked games in bed. He peered around the
boxes and through the slats of the closet door in a sort of anxious
fretting. Was he going to get caught in here? The door of the bedroom
slammed open and the guy jerked back and plastered himself against the back
wall of the closet, behind the boxes. One of his legs touched my knee when
he did that.

Outside, Mom was saying to Dad, "Welcome home, honey, you're home early!"

"Where is he? Where the fuck is he?"

Mom said, "Now, honey, what are you talking about? I was just taking a nap
when you came barging in."

"The hell you were. I've had a private detective watching this house. Where
is that bastard you've been sleeping with? I know he's here!"

"Now, honey, don't be silly. Nobody's here but me and Kelly, and he's next
door visiting last I saw. Now, what's all this about someone here?"

Dad's response was much softer, which I knew that he was losing the
argument. He and Mom would fight like this, and then they'd come into the
bedroom and lock the door. Then they'd jump on the bed like Mom and her
friend had been doing.

I think the guy in the closet with me realized it, too, for he let loose a
sigh. Then he tried to sit on me, the "box under the black cape!"

"Oomph!" I said.

"Huh?" He said (softly), standing back up. He kicked a box and froze.

"What was that?" my Dad said.

"Probably just Kelly next door in his room." Mom cooed at him. "Ignore him,
he'll be fine."

Dad's response wasn't in words.

"Who are you?" the guy whispered to me.

"I'm Kelly." I said just as quietly. "Who are you?"

"Uh...I'm Phil." the guy replied.

Mom and Dad were at the giggle/moaning stage.

"Sounds like Mom and Dad are going to play the game you and Mom were just
playing." I said.

"Yeah, I guess so." Phil said, chuckled ruefully. "Too bad. I was looking
forward to playing that game."

"I can play it with you." I offered.

"Huh?" Phil said, but by then, I'd reached up and grabbed his cock. He
grunted. "What are you going, kid?" He hissed at me.

"Playing the game with you. This is how you play it, isn't it?" I had his
prick in my hand and I began to pump it up and down, just like Mom had done
to Dad once while I was in the closet and seen them.

"Hey, kid, don't do that." the guy grunted. His hand came down to try to
yank my arm away, but when he tried, his hand slipped and struck a box with
a "thunk" sound. He grimaced as the sound reverberated. But Mom and Dad
were too busy for that.

"Cut it out, before your Mom and Dad hear us." he hissed instead of trying
again.

"Oh, come on, let's play." I said. His cock was kind of sticky and it was
getting just as big and hard as Daddy's had when Mom had played with it. "I
know what to do, honest I do."

"But you're just...oh, God!" For I had reached up like Mom had and put the
head of his prick into my mouth. "Kid, for Christ's sake, you got to stop
this! We're going to get caught in here! Stop it, and I mean right now!"

"Nu-uh!" I said around his dick, and then I let go long enough to say, "If
you don't let me play with you, I'll tell Daddy you're in here."

He hissed, this time an inhale of alarm. "You wouldn't."

"Uh-huh." I said. "I sure would."

"Oh, God!" he whispered.

I took that for a "yes" and went back to work on it, just like Mom had with
Dad. I wanted to hear Phil moan like Daddy had when Mom had done it to him.

Outside Mom and Daddy were busy making the bed shake like they did
sometimes. I had watched from the closet when they did that, but I never
could quite see what they were doing like I had with the time Mom put
Daddy's dick in her mouth and sucked like I had done on Phil.

I knew Mommy had made Daddy's dick go deep inside her mouth when she had
done it, Daddy had especially liked that. So I began to suck on Phil's cock
deeper and deeper, now I was getting about half of it down my mouth before
the head hit the back of my throat.

"Oh, God, oh, God, ohgodohgodohgod!" Phil was whispering. "I don't fucking
believe this!"

And his hand came down and caught my head and I thought he was going to
yank my head away or try to, instead, he started guiding me through my
strokes up and down on his prick, and hunching at me in the same way at the
same speed, so that his prick went even deeper into me.

Now he was grunting like Daddy had that time, kind of an
"ahuh-ahuh-ahuh-ahuh-ahuh!" sound, and I knew that he was loving it just
like Daddy had. "Oh, Baby, I'm going to come!" Daddy had groaned to Mommy
when he had been doing that. That was what I wanted to get out of
Phil. What did it mean for someone to "come." Daddy hadn't gone anywhere,
he just groaned really, really loud and then Mom had made some wet, choking
sounds and that had been all of it. And then Daddy had said, "Oh, Baby,
you're the best ever. I love you so much, Baby, so much!"

That's what I wanted, I wanted Phil to "come" with my sucking him and then
tell me he loved me so much. Whatever it meant to "come," it must be
something awful special!

So I sucked on Phil's prick harder and faster than ever. Phil was sighing,
breathing hard, anything he could do that wouldn't make noise. Outside,
Daddy was making the same noises Phil was trying not to make, he was
grunting and moaning, and so was Mommy.

"Oh, oh, Baby, I'm coming, I'm coming!" Daddy groaned
outside. "Ah-ah-ah-AH, GUH-HUHNK-HUNKH-KUHHHH!"

"Oh, oh, ah, ah, ah!" Mom moaned herself.

"Oh, God, I'm coming." Phil whispered to me hoarsely. "I'm going to shoot
it, kid, going to shoot it, you got to let go, you got to!" he choked out.

No way! I held on and I kept on sucking and Phil went softly,
"kkhh-hhhhh-hhhh, kuh-hnnnnhhhh!" and that was when he came!

I knew right away this was what Daddy meant. Phil's cock squirted a hot
gooey juice out of it and right into my mouth. It surprised me, but I knew
that Mom had held on and caught all of it and I did my best, I was
swallowing as best I could, and I choked and sneezed and it went up my nose
and dribbled out of the corners of my mouth, and then I gagged again and
more went up my nose from the inside and I blew out and my nose dripped
with Phil's hot, gooey stuff he had shot into my mouth. I was drinking down
the rest, and he was moaning, sighing, so softly, but I knew if he could
have, he'd have been just as loud as Daddy was.

"Oh, God, kid, oh, God, oh, God!" he breathed when he was finally
done. "You fucking sucked me off, I blew my nut-chunks all over you, God,
oh, God!"

"Yeah." I said mischievously and I grinned up at him. "It was good, too! I
can see why Mom likes to get it from Daddy so much."

"She had been about to get it from me until your Dad came home." Phil said
to me confidentially. "Instead, you got it all. You happy now, kid?"

"Uh-huh." I agreed.

"You won't tell your Daddy I'm in here?"

"Nu-uh!" I said emphatically. "I like you."

"That's a relief." Phil sighed. "In more ways than one." and he chuckled
ruefully himself.

"Phil? Phil?" That was Mom and she was whispering at the door.

"Yes, Mary?" Phil said back just as quietly.

"I'm going to get Ted out of the house." Mom went on. "I dumped your
clothes down the laundry chute, you can pick them up in the basement. Let
me and Ted get out of here and you can get dressed and leave. I'm going to
have my next-door neighbor keep Kelly over there, you'll be alone for the
next few hours, plenty of time to figure out how to sneak out without that
damned private detective seeing you."

"All right." Phil said.

"Love you." Mom said and went off to find Dad again, I guess.

"I guess I'd better stay here a bit longer." Phil said.

"I'll go downstairs and make sure Mom and Dad are gone." I said. "Be back
soon as they go. I know how you can sneak out of here."

"I'll bet you do, kid." Phil said and ruffled my hair.

Downstairs, Mom and Dad were waiting for me. "There you are." Mom
said. "Where were you, I thought you were next door with the Finkelsteins."

"I was playing." I said evasively.

"Well, anyway, your Daddy and I are taking off for a long
weekend. Mrs. Finkelstein is going to watch you while we're gone, so you go
upstairs and pack some clothes."

"Where you going?" I wanted to know.

"A place for just the two of us." Daddy said. "You don't mind, do you,
sport?"

"No, Daddy." I said. "I'll have fun."

"I'll bet you will."

"I'd better go pack." I said and went upstairs. I had my own door key, Mom
wasn't locking me out of my own house by doing this; they'd done it
before. Were always gone more than three days, usually four or five, or
even six. So I went upstairs and took my time packing and Mom and Dad poked
their heads in, saw I wasn't ready, made me promise to hurry to
Mrs. Finkelstein's house and left, arms around each other, laughing and
giggling.

I went downstairs and pressed the speed dial button on the phone to call
Mrs. Finkelstein. Phil came downstairs as I was on the phone with her.

"Yeah, Mrs. Finkelstein, I talked with Mom and I'm going to spend the next
few days with my buddy Raymond from school instead, okay? Thank you,
Mrs. Finkelstein. Bye!"

"They're gone?" Phil asked. "And left you here alone?"

They're gone." I agreed. "But I'm not alone. I got you here with me, all
the way until they come back next week some time. So how about we go up to
my bedroom and you can show me what you and Mom were going to do but got
interrupted by Daddy."

Phil looked at me, dumbfounded.

"I'll tell Daddy you were here if you don't." I warned him.

Phil stared at my determined face, then he broke into a laugh. A real, loud
laugh, too, not like in the closet at all. "Okay, kid, you asked for it."
he said. "Let's go do what your Mom and I were about to do."

And he scooped me up in his arms and carried me back up the stairs. And
what he showed me the next five days until Mom and Dad came back home was a
lot more magical than anything Mom had in her closet!

				  THE END
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