Date: Fri, 11 Nov 2005 14:30:29 -0800 (PST)
From: rimpigfl <rimpigfl@yahoo.com>
Subject: MY SECRETARY'S SON 01

THIS IS NOT my usual story venue. I don't, as most of you know, usually
trespass in the world of Corporate America. However, inspiration cannot be
denied. So here is the story of....

MY SECRETARY'S SON
By RimPig   2005

Chapter 1

Thanks to an MBA which I worked hard to get from the Wharton School of
Business at the University of Pennsylvania along with some post-graduate
work at the London School of Economics, I had, at age 30, managed to become
the Chief Operations Officer (COO) of a large manufacturing company with a
salary in the high six figures and the potential to eventually end up as
the CEO of a Fortune 500 Company. Yes, everybody predicted for me a
phenomenal business career.

I had managed to also garner some major 'toys' along the way as well. I had
a white Ferrari Testarossa as well as a beautiful, large home and a
getaway, mountain cabin on a lake. Actually, the 'cabin' is a large, two
story 'A' frame with over 2,000 sq. feet under roof. I also had access to
the corporate jet and could fly almost anywhere I wanted, almost any time.

However, because I tend to be somewhat a 'workaholic', there never seemed
to be much time to enjoy any of my 'toys'. In fact, I had almost no social
life at all, having moved to this somewhat rural area where the corporation
had relocated just after I became COO to take advantage of tax incentives
offered and a large pool of potential workers. I was unmarried and had not
dated since before I'd entered graduate school at Wharton. I justified this
by telling myself that I needed to concentrate all of my efforts and time
to getting my MBA and finding a high level corporate position. I didn't
even spend much social time for the year that I was in London. In fact, to
my chagrin, I left England without ever seeing the Tower of London or Big
Ben and the Houses of Parliament. Other than a pub around the corner from
my flat, I hadn't even set foot into any kind of night club there.

But with turning 30, I began to look at my life and wonder if money and
toys were all there was to it? Not, I realized, the normal thinking of a
man 'on his way up'. But I seriously began to wonder if, when I got to the
'top of the mountain' (and there was no doubt in my mind that I would reach
the top!), what would I find there? They say "It's lonely at the top."
Well, I can tell you, it ain't so fucking wonderful when you aren't even
there yet!

I had grown up dirt poor and worked hard to come as far as I had. But the
money and the power just wasn't doing for me what I had hoped it would
do. Oh, don't get me wrong! They were wonderful and I didn't want to give
it all up and do without it but...well...it just kept preying on my mind
that there ought to be something more. Something that would make my life
happier and more fulfilling. Something that you couldn't buy.

As to the 'dating' thing, I finally came to realize that I had been lying
to myself for a long time. It was easy for me to give up the dating scene
because it held no interest for me at all. Basically, I 'came out' - at
least to myself. I really preferred guys. I'd had enough encounters as a
jock in high school and with roommates and others during my undergraduate
years in college to know that what I sought for my bed and for my life was
another male.

However, this is not exactly completely accepted in 'Corporate
America'. Well...depending on which area of 'Corporate America' that you're
part of. After all, nobody was going to say a word about the fact that
Gianni Versace or Calvin Klein sucked dick. But if it got out that the
President of IBM or GM ever did, THAT would rock the corporate world! In
fact, I knew that the only reason I was not being pressed by the corporate
structure to obtain the 'correct corporate wife' was simply because of my
'youth'. It was not at all unusual for a male executive to delay getting
married until his mid to late 30's, after his career path was more firmly
set. In fact, in some ways, corporations like it better that way. You
'sowed your wild oats' when you were young and settled down into marriage
by middle age which tended to negate or minimize the number of divorces.
Divorces, after all, were not good for business. They tended to prey too
much on the mind of the executive and made him less productive. Divorces
also tended to bring out the worst side of males, making them vindictive
and irresponsible and it often led to expensive lawsuits against the
corporation for Sexual Harassment when lonely, frustrated, divorcing
executives hit on their secretaries.

Speaking of secretaries, I had a wonderful one named Diane. Diane was a
woman in her late 30's who was divorced and raising a teenage son. She was
as efficient and hard working as I was. I always felt it was a great shame
that she did not have a college degree and, therefore, could not enter the
field of corporate management. I knew she'd be good at it. She knew my job
almost as well as I did. More than that, she was always in a good mood with
a smile and kind word for everyone. I would not be at all remiss in saying
that everyone at the corporate headquarters loved her.

That's why it came as such a shock to me one Monday morning when I asked
Diane to bring some papers to me and, when she entered my office, I could
tell from the red rings around her eyes that she had been crying. As she
handed me the papers, I asked her to sit down.

"Diane, what's wrong?" I asked.

She looked at me hesitantly and then looked away.

"Nothing." she said in a voice that told me she was lying. There was
something VERY wrong.

"Diane, you've been crying. I can see that. Now, please, tell me what's
wrong? Has someone said or done something to hurt you?" I asked, though I
was sure that nothing like that had happened with any of the staff or other
corporate managers.

"No. It's personal." she said.

"Would you like some time off to deal with it?" I asked, hoping against
hope that she didn't because, quite selfishly, Diane was like my right arm
- I couldn't do without her.

"No. Please, it's easier if I'm here. At least I have something to keep my
mind off of it." she said.

"Diane, I know it's not my place to butt in, but I do wish you'd tell me
what's going on. While I may not have any answers for you, I am a good
listener. And you know I'll do anything I can do to help." I said.

I know that standard corporate management wisdom would say that you don't
become involved in your subordinates personal problems. However, Diane was
more than a 'subordinate' to me. I genuinely liked her and she probably
knew more about me than anyone else in the corporation - not, however, that
she knew all that much. Because of what I was, I kept my personal life very
hidden from everyone. I let them think of me as a free-wheeling bachelor
and allow their own imaginations to "fill in the blanks".

After a long silence, Diane looked at me.

"It's my son." she said.

"Robby?" I asked.

I'd never met him but I knew his name. There were pictures on Diane's desk
of the boy from the time he was a toddler up through sometime in high
school. I knew he was now about 17 or 18 and was a senior. I also knew he
was involved in sports. There was one thing else that I knew from those
pictures - he was one 'drop-dead' gorgeous boy. Not that I was attracted to
boys, but it was clear that this one was going to be a real 'heartbreaker'
as he got older.

"Yes. He's driving me crazy!" she said.

This surprised me. It had been my understanding from Diane that Robby was a
model child.  Obedient, polite, a good student, etc. I wondered what he was
now into that was causing Diane such problems. I asked her about them and
got a litany of semi-delinquent behavior (skipping school, staying out past
curfew, etc.)  which, quite frankly, while it shocked me where Robby was
concerned, sounded like nothing more than typical male adolescent
rebellion.

"I know what it is. He has no male influence in his life. My ex was a drunk
and a very abusive man. I was lucky to get Robby and I away from him. I
kept him from ever seeing his son. But because of my own fears of ever
ending up in that situation again, I never remarried, never gave Robby a
father. I think I made a major mistake in that." Diane said.

"Well, you can't very well manufacture a husband out of thin air now." I
said.

"No. Nor would I want to but if there was only some male adult, close
enough to Robby's age not to seem 'ancient' to him but old enough to be
able to exert some influence and guidance over him!" she said.

And then, looking up, her eyes met mine.

Oh, fuck! I could see exactly what she was thinking! I was the perfect
answer to her needs! At barely 30, I was close enough to Robby's age but
still not old enough to not be listened to by him.  I could see it all in
the nano-second of eye-contact! More importantly, I could see that I needed
to nip this in the bud as quickly as possible! Under no circumstances could
I have anything to do with Diane's son! That was just WAY too dangerous!

"Yes, it really is too bad that you can't find somebody like that. But,
surely you could! Maybe a teacher or coach at his high school or someone at
your church." I rattled off what places I could think of.

"No, there's been no male that Robby's shown the least interest in being at
all close to. I've prayed for one to come along but it just never
happened." she said. "I don't know why, but for some reason, I think he'd
bond with you."

This was exactly what I didn't want to hear!

"No. That's just not possible, Diane. It wouldn't be right or proper for me
to become involved with your son." I said and instantly wished I hadn't.

Not only did it sound like I was talking about becoming emotionally or
sexually involved with the boy, I knew that I really couldn't exactly back
up my statement with any real reasons why I couldn't. After all, I wasn't
going to become 'involved' with the boy - not in that way. Nor did I really
have any excuse given my own lack of a personal life or anything, other
than business, to fill my time. Not to mention the fact that it was me who,
without being asked, offered to do what I could to help Diane out.

"I don't see why not." she said. "I'd just like you to talk to
him. Please. I just can't seem to get through to him at all. Either he's
sullen and won't speak to me or he's screaming at me and slamming out the
door. I'm afraid that perhaps some of the abusive nature of his father
rubbed off on him in his very early years and it's coming out now."

"I really don't think that's it. It sounds more like a normal male going
through puberty. It's hard to keep your emotions under control when you're
that age, not to mention the whole issue of 'becoming a man' - something
that society doesn't exactly give you a 'road-map' for." I said.

"See! That's exactly what I mean! You understand this stuff! I don't. I was
never a teenage boy!  Please, please talk to him." she said.

"You don't understand. If you send him to me to 'talk', that is absolutely
the last thing that's going to happen. Males don't talk about their
feelings. Not until they get to know and trust someone very well over a
long period of time. And that can't be 'manufactured'." I said.

"Okay, what about this - I know you have the house and the cabin up at the
lake, isn't there some kind of odd job you could have him do? He's always
looking for ways to make money and he is really very handy! That way it
wouldn't look like I'm sending him to talk to you." Diane said.

You see what I mean? She'd make a great corporate manager! Her skills and
ideas are excellent - damn it anyway! She was exactly right. This idea
probably would work. At this point, it just didn't make any sense for me to
fight what was becoming obviously inevitable.

"All right. Yes, there are some things that I need done at the cabin. I was
going up there this weekend. But do you think Robby's going to want to
spend an entire weekend up there?" I asked.

"First of all, you have a lake, right?" she asked.

"Yes." I said.

"Robby is like a fish when it comes to water. More importantly, if the lake
has fish in it, he'll soon have the stock depleted! He's an avid and very
good fisherman. Not to mention the fact that it would be a weekend away
from 'mother - the bitch'." she smiled.

"Well, yes, there is that." I said, resignedly.

"Look, he'll be 18 in two months. I'm sure that you remember that age. I'll
make a deal with you - no questions asked. You take him for the weekend and
see what you can do and I'll never ask what or how you did it. Deal?" she
asked.

See! What a great negotiator she'd be with our unions!

"Okay. But before we get that far, it think I should meet him so that he
has a better chance to make a decision. Why don't you have him stop over to
the house tomorrow night so that he and I can talk about what I want him to
do this weekend. That way, it will at least give him some choice in the
matter." I said.

"Yes, that is a very good idea. I'll have him there tomorrow night." she
said.

Diane went back to her desk in a much better mood and I went back to my
work determined to put the entire incident out of my head - at least for
the time being. And I successfully did until the following morning. It was
at that time that Diane came to me, asking me what time Robby should be at
my house. By that point, I had completely forgotten about the meeting with
her son and panic began to set in. Could I really relate to a 17 year old
male? Well...yes, I'd been one but it had been a while since I was and
there was a lot of living in between then and now. More importantly, would
the fact that all the evidence pointed to him being a rather attractive
teenage male make things extremely awkward for me? It had been a long time
since I had been around someone his age and the last time I had been, it
had been team members of mine - other jocks - and we related very well to
each other - sexually. That couldn't happen this time. I would just have to
play it by ear. I told Diane to have Robby come over at seven.

My house, while quite large, is really, in many ways, just an overgrown
'bachelor pad'. Built of wood, stone and glass in a very modern style, it
only actually has two 'bedrooms' even though the house itself is over five
thousand square feet. There is a very large 'master suite' at one end of
the house and a small 'guest room' at the other end. Next to the master
suite is a smaller room which I use as an office. There is a study/library
in the house and a full gym with a sauna, a whirlpool, a steam room, a
large multi-head shower and enough work-out equipment to fill a
Bally's. There is even an indoor lap pool. A combination
'great-room/game-room' contains a pool table and a number of electronic
game machines and there is a media center which houses a projection screen
and professional theater surround-sound system. When I mentioned I had
'toys' - I meant it!

It should have dawned on me, but it didn't, that to someone like Robby, my
house was going to seem like the ultimate male Disney World and, I suppose,
in some ways, that's exactly what it is. I work hard but I like to play
hard, too. After all, almost all my free time was spent alone. I needed
something to fill it up.

There are times when I don't have the best of memories and, by the time I'd
gotten home, I had completely forgotten the fact that Robby was coming to
see me that evening. So, when the doorbell rang, I was doing what I always
do when I get home, working out. The physical activity relieves all the
stress and tension of the day. I hit the weights and the nautilus machines
and then finish by swimming laps. Luckily, I hadn't started swimming yet
because I do that in the nude. I usually work out in just a jockstrap but,
for some reason, I had - luckily - put on a pair of gym shorts over
them. The shorts, however were tiny, at least a size too small and they did
nothing to hide the bulging basket of my groin. This was something I was,
to be honest, quite proud of. I knew that I was bigger than most guys and I
had to admit that it gave me a certain confidence. I was about seven inches
soft and about nine and a half inches long and it was quite thick - between
six and a half and seven inches around. (Never let a guy lie and say he's
never measured it! We all measure it! We just don't admit it.)

I went to the door, actually wondering who the hell would be ringing my
doorbell. I should explain that the house was not only large, it was set in
the middle of fifty acres, mostly woods outside of town. It was not a house
you just strolled by or casually dropped by. I pulled open the door and my
heart almost stopped beating!

Standing there was an angel - albeit a very studly, masculine, sexy angel!
Short blond hair, sparkling blue eyes in a face that was almost too
beautiful to be male but too masculine to be female. The body was tall,
equal to my six feet and totally 'ripped' with muscular development.  The
boy/man was wearing a skin tight white t-shirt which showed ever ridge and
rill of his musculature as it was almost obscenely stretched across his
body. His jeans, unlike those hideous baggy things that so many of the
young males wore today, were skin tight and left almost as little to the
imagination as my gym shorts. What I didn't have to wonder was whether or
not he was wearing underwear. It was all to apparent from the thick 'roll
of sausage' going down the inside of his right leg that he was 'cammo'. The
only thing that marked the current 'fashion' among young males was the tiny
'puff' of blond fuzz at the very tip of his chin which constituted a
'goatee' and a tribal style 'armband' tattoo on his left arm. Luckily, he
had no visible piercings except for a small gold loop in his right ear.

"Uhh...Mr. Davidson? My mom said to come and see you. I'm Robby." he said.

While I could see the resemblance to the beautiful young boy in the
pictures on his mother's desk, it was obvious that my prediction that he
would turn into a 'heartbreaker' had come true with a vengeance! Suddenly a
thought went through my head - 'Let's hope the heart he breaks isn't
yours!'. Where that thought came from, I had no idea!

"Oh! Yes, that's right. Come on in! I'm sorry. I was just working out." I
said.

"I can see that." Robby said. "I didn't expect someone like you to have
such a good body."

It was an awkward moment as I tried to decide if I'd just been complimented
or not. I think Robby must have realized that the way he had phrased his
comment had been less than diplomatic because I could see him blush and
stare down at the floor - the typical male show of chagrin. I decided that
I needed to rescue him before he tried to verbally make things better and,
more than likely, stick his other foot in his mouth.

"I know! Sitting all day at a desk is really not very conducive to being in
shape but I was a jock in high school and college and got into the habit. I
just never let myself get out of it. Besides, working out is one of the
best ways I've found to relax and release tension. Hey! Want to see my
workout room?" I asked.

Robby looked up at me, his eyes full of gratitude for my ignoring his
verbal faux pas and grinned.

"Sure! I'd love to!" he enthused.

"Fine! Come on then. It's right this way." I said, walking down the hall
leading to my workout room.

I probably should call it my 'health' or 'athletic' center. After all,
there were commercial workout sites that were less well equipped. When
Robby saw all of the weights and equipment as well as the indoor lap pool
with the whirlpool beside it, his eyes practically bugged out of his head.

"Holy shit!" he exclaimed, and then quickly apologized for his language.

"Ahh, fuck it!" I grinned at him. "It's not like I've never heard the word
before!"

"Gawd! Mr. Davidson! I've never seen anything like this!" he exclaimed,
still looking around the room in awe.

"Okay, Robby, let's get something straight right now. I'm Dan. Mr. Davidson
is my father and I don't like to feel that old. Okay?" I said.

"Sure...uhh...Dan." he smiled shyly at me.

I guessed that there weren't a lot of adults that Robby got to call by
their first name. However, without realizing it, I had hit on the means to
make Robby feel comfortable around me - maybe comfortable enough to talk
about what it was that was bothering him.

"Hey, I'm not finished with my workout. How about you work out with me?
It's obvious that you do, and you could spot me on the free weights." I
said.

"Uhh...I didn't bring anything to work out in." he said.

"Well, to tell you the truth, most of the time, when I'm alone, I just wear
a jock to work out in. I only pulled on these shorts when the door bell
rang." I was telling a little white lie about the shorts, but he didn't
need to know that. "I've got plenty of clean jocks, you could just borrow
one of mine."

"You sure you don't mind?" he asked, looking around at all my equipment and
practically panting like a dog in a butcher shop, eyeing it all.

"Fuck, no! If I minded, I wouldn't have invited you." I said. "One thing
you're going to have to learn about me, Robby. I pretty much mean exactly
what I say."

"Okay! Sure!" he grinned.

"Great!" I said and walked over to a small cabinet and pulled out a drawer
where I kept my workout jocks and handed one to Robby. I slipped off my gym
shorts so that we would both be in just jocks and Robby wouldn't be
uncomfortable.

We worked out together for about an hour. Robby was, as I had guessed, not
only strong but had an incredibly beautiful body. When he had stripped down
to put on the jock, I saw that I had been right about him not wearing
underwear. His cock was, to my dismay, equal to my own in length and
thickness but his body was practically hairless. I had a soft pelt of hair
across my chest and down the center of my abs - a treasure trail - leading
down to thicker dark pubic hair around my cock and covering my balls. All
Robby had were twin puffs of blond hair under his arms and a small puff of
blond pubes at the top of his cock. His balls were hairless, though I
didn't know then if they were like that naturally or he shaved them.

When we had finished with the weights and equipment, I showed him the sauna
and steam room but told him I don't use them until after.

"After what?" he asked.

"After I do my laps." I said, heading for the lap pool.

"I can't believe you've got a swimming pool INSIDE the house!" Robby
exclaimed.

"Well, I use it every day so I don't want to have to deal with the
weather." I explained as I stripped off my jock and prepared to swim. This
was the first time that Robby had seen my cock and I noticed that his eyes
widened at the sight of it. Even soft, it was impressive.

"Come on, join me. There's two lanes." I said and began my swim.

After a few moments, I noticed that Robby had taken my invitation and was
now doing laps in the lane next to me. We swam for about twenty minutes and
then I surfaced. I looked around for him and saw him following me down the
lane. He noticed that I had stopped and followed me when I got out. I went
over to the wall and opened a panel, throwing a switch inside. This
automatically darkened the room and brought up the lights and jets on the
whirlpool. I walked over and sat down on the concrete bench that went
around the circle of the pool under the water. Robby hesitated a moment and
then joined me.

"This is my reward for making it through my workout and swim." I said to
him.

"Uhh...it's really nice. Everything you have is great. I've never seen
anyplace like this in my life!"  Robby said.

"Well, I just like to spend my money on the things that give me
pleasure. After all, what else is there in life?" I asked him.

"Well...uhh...what about things like...well like...uhh...love?" he asked
hesitantly.

I was a little shocked that he would bring up such a deep subject so
soon. I guess that guys do 'bond' during working out, though I'm not
exactly sure when it happened.

"Ahh, well, love. That's a very difficult topic for me to talk about,
seeing as how I've never been in love." I said. "Have you?"

"No." he said and his voice seemed very dejected about it. "But I want to
be."

"So, do you have a girlfriend?" I asked.

"No. I don't really have time for girls." he said.

"Then how do you expect to fall in love?" I asked.

Rather than give me an answer, he instead asked the same question of me.

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

"No." I answered, afraid of where this was leading.

"Why not?" he asked, looking at me, his eye betraying nothing but innocense
at the question.

"Well, let's just say that I don't have time for one either." I said.

"No, I guess not, with your job and all. Mom says you're a very important
man." he said.

"Well...I'm not so sure about that. Maybe within the company I am, but not
outside. Outside I'm just a guy - just like any other guy." I said.

My mind, however was screaming 'Oh, yeah, right asshole! You're just like
any other GAY guy!'  At times my mind could be a real pain in the ass!

"Yeah, just like any other guy who's got the most incredible house in the
world!" he grinned.

"And you've barely seen it!" I smiled back.

"Maybe you'll show me the rest of it sometime?" he asked.

"Anytime you want." I answered.

"Cool!" he grinned.

"Speaking of houses, did your Mom tell you why I wanted to see you?" I
asked.

"Well...not exactly. She said you might have a job for me this weekend?" he
asked.

"Yes, I have a cabin about an hour away from here up in the mountains. It's
on a lake. I need to start getting it ready for winter and I thought that
rather than doing it all by myself again, I'd get some help. I also figured
that if you wanted to come up for the weekend, I would also have some
company rather than being alone."

This was how I had decided to explain it to Robby. Unfortunately, it was
pretty much the truth.  While I loved going up to the cabin, it was even
more lonely and isolated than the house was.  Sitting here talking with
this beautiful young man, feeling his energy surrounding me, listening to
his rather deep voice, it was really starting to hit me how really lonely
my life had become.

"You want me to spend the weekend? For real?" he asked.

"Yes, for real." I answered.

"Cool!" he grinned.

"I take it then that you don't have plans?" I asked.

"Nah! I don't do a lot on the weekends." he said and I noted that he didn't
seem at all happy about that.

"So, how about you meet me here after school on Friday and we'll drive up."
I said.

"Okay. Do I need to bring anything?" he asked.

"No. There is a lake if you want to go fishing. You're mom told me you like
to fish." I said.

"Yeah. I do. I'll bring my gear with me." he said.

"Good, then it's settled!" I smiled at him.

"Yeah." he said.

"So, you want to try out the steam room next?" I asked.

"Cool! That sounds great!" he exclaimed.

"Right this way." I said, rising out of the water and stepping out of the
whirlpool.

Of course, I was still naked and I saw Robby's eyes lock on my swinging
dick as I exited the water. 'So what!' I thought to myself. 'All guys check
each other out!' However, even I could see what appeared to be yearning in
Robby's eyes. I wondered if there was more than just a lack of time as a
reason why he didn't have a girlfriend. Maybe he was like me - didn't want
one. That, however, was a very dangerous thought. Just as the whole area of
love that we had strayed into was a very dangerous quagmire for me to be
getting into - especially with Robby. While there was no way he could know
it, Robby asking me if I wanted love was like asking a man in a desert
dying of thirst if he wanted water. Love? Fuck, yes! I wanted love.

There was just one thing. I didn't believe that two guys could love each
other.

I know that sounds a bit odd but, though I had been sexually attracted to a
lot of guys, I had never 'fallen in love' with one. If there was one thing
I knew about guys, it was that they were 'horndogs'. Most of them, me
included, lived for their dicks and, more often than not, thought with
their 'little head' rather than the 'big head'. The straight guys I knew,
even the ones who professed to fall in love with their girlfriends (some of
whom even got married), whether they admitted it or not, based most of
their 'feelings' on their sexual attraction and their idea of a
'relationship' was getting laid - regularly. Not to mention the fact that I
knew far too many guys who, even though they were in relationships of some
kind, constantly were 'on the hunt' and often 'cheated' on their
significant others. Gay guys, at least in my experience, were infinitely
worse in the 'fidelity' department.

While I certainly was attracted to my sex, I didn't have a very high
opinion of us.

Robby and I went into the steam room and I turned up the temperature. The
steam came out in billows until it reached the point that had Robby and I
not been sitting next to each other, we wouldn't probably have been able to
see anything of each other but a vague, misty outline. As it was, it seemed
as if we had entered a very private and very ethereal world of our
own. Looking back, I wonder if that's the reason for the conversation that
happened there that night.

"God! This is so cool!" Robby exclaimed.

"Actually, it's rather hot." I joked.

Robby chuckled at this.

"Yeah, I guess you're right. Wow! This is just the most amazing place
but...well...don't you get lonely? I mean, being all alone out here?" he
asked.

What was I going to say? Yeah, I could lie to him, make up something about
how I preferred the solitude but if I was going to get anywhere in trying
to help him, I couldn't base our communication with each other on lies.

"Yeah. It does. You see, I moved here with the company. I didn't have any
friends here and I really haven't had time to make any. Besides, to tell
you the truth, I don't make friends easy. I'm pretty much a loner and,
believe it or not, I'm actually kind of shy." I said.

Fuck! I hadn't been this honest with anyone in a long time! For some
reason, Robby just seemed to bring it out of me.

"Yeah. I know." he said quietly. "I'm the same way. My mom is always
talking about my 'friends'. Thing is, what she doesn't know is, I don't
have any. And I grew up here! Oh, I've got guys I know and sometimes I hang
out with them but they aren't friends. Not real friends. I can't really
talk to them."

"Who do you talk to, then?" I asked.

"Nobody." he answered, his voice barely above a whisper. "I don't have
anyone I can talk to."

"Same here." I said.

Where the fuck did THAT come from?! Did I say that out loud?! Evidently, I
must have. That really freaked me out because this wasn't supposed to be
about me. This was supposed to be about Robby. But the more he opened up,
the more I realized how much he and I had in common.  How much we were
alike.

I looked over and saw Robby staring at me. No at my body or at my cock but
at me. And the look on his face was one that made him look very
mature. That freaked me out as well.

"I know I'm only a kid, but if you wanted to talk, I'd listen." he said
quietly.

"Hey! That's supposed to be my line!" I tried to joke. "At least the
listening part, anyway."

He smiled at me at that.

"Maybe we could just kind of...well...listen to each other?" he suggested
quietly.

'Hey! What the fuck was going on here?!' my mind was screaming. 'I'm
supposed to be the one who's helping the kid out! Not the other way
around!'. The only thing was, the offer sounded like a really good one to
me. After all, it would get Robby to talk to me and, what the fuck, maybe I
could use someone to talk to? 'Ya think?!' my mind was screaming
again. What really amazed me was the level of maturity that Robby was
showing. It was becoming harder and harder for me to think of him as a
'kid'.

"I'd probably bore the shit out of you." I responded.

"You haven't so far. Besides, I'd probably bore you. Why would you want to
listen to a kid, anyway?" he said, looking down and away from me.

I knew that reaction! It was so much like mine! I'd hurt him somehow and I
couldn't believe the stab of pain that went through me over it! I actually
ached down deep in my guts! What the fuck was THAT all about?!

Not even realizing what I was going to do before I did it, I reached out
and put my hand on Robby's muscular shoulder. The soft, smoothness and
warmth of his skin coupled with the hardness of his just-worked-out pumped
muscles sent a lightening bolt of feeling from my hand straight to my dick!
It plumped up some, but at least I was able to keep it from getting
completely hard. Once there, I didn't dare remove my hand from his shoulder
or he would have realized that the mere touch of him created a reaction in
me.

"That's not true, Robby. You're not a kid. You're less that two months away
from being legally an adult. Honest to God, I don't think of you as a kid."
I swore to him, truthfully.

He looked back up at me, hesitantly at first and then he smiled shyly.

"Do you mean that?" he asked.

"I told you, I don't say things I don't mean." I said gently.

He didn't say anything but just grinned at me. That grin gave me a feeling
that I'm sure was close to what Olympic athletes feel when they hang that
gold medal on them. I didn't understand, however, why it did. I tried
reminding myself that I was doing this to help my secretary, Diane, but
something told me that something else was going on here - something way
more important.  But I didn't want to think about that then - if ever! I
needed some way to divert Robby's attention - and mine. My stomach growling
just then came to the rescue. The sound was unmistakable, bouncing off the
tiled walls of the steam room. Robby laughed - a sound I found incredibly
pleasing for some God-unknown reason.

"I guess I need to get something to eat. Haven't had anything since lunch
and after that workout, I'm pretty empty on fuel. You hungry?" I asked.

Now there was a classic stupid question! Seventeen year old males are
constantly in the state of hunger and horniness! There's a saying that all
guys are always, at any given time, either horny or hungry so, if his dick
isn't hard, make him a sandwich!

"Yeah. I could eat." Robby answered.

He said this with such a cool and detached air that I was almost fooled by
it. Unfortunately, at that moment there were sounds of a stomach growling
again - and it wasn't mine this time!

"Oh, you could eat, huh, Mr. Hip, Slick and Cool?!" I laughed. "Sounds like
you're as hungry as I am!"

Robby grinned sheepishly and then looked down at the floor.

"Yeah. I guess I am." he mumbled. "But my mom said I wasn't supposed to
take up a lot of your time."

"Hey, fuck that! I invited you, didn't I? If I didn't want you here, I
wouldn't have asked." I said, giving him a 'buddy-punch' in the upper arm.

Shit! His muscle was really hard! Thank God I didn't really punch him hard!
I would have probably broken my fuckin' hand!

"Okay!" he said, grinning at me again.

God! There was that fuckin' feeling again! What the fuck was going on with
me?

"Let's grab a shower and then I'll fix us something to eat." I said.

"Okay, you go first." Robby said.

"Why? Trust me, there's plenty of room for both of us." I said, leading the
way to the shower.

"Shit!" Robby said, looking at the shower. "This is like the biggest shower
I've ever seen!  Well...except for the one at school."

I don't know why I did it but, when I had the house built, I designed this
shower to be big enough for at least four guys. There were multiple
showerheads at different levels in the walls so that it was more like a
'human carwash' that I heard Robin Williams joke about once. I turned on
all the spigots and the lights in the ceiling before Robby and I got in.

"Uhh...where's the soap?" he asked.

"Right there, in the wall." I said, pointing to the chrome panel next to
him. "Actually, there's shampoo, conditioner and liquid soap. Just push
that blue button. The red one is shampoo and the green one is conditioner."

"Shit! This is so cool!" he laughed, pushing the button and getting some of
the liquid soap into his hand.

I grabbed a handful of shampoo to start and washed my hair, rinsing and
adding conditioner before I began washing my body. It was then I remembered
that I'd forgotten something.

"Shit!" I said, and started to get out of the shower.

"What's the matter?" Robby asked.

"I forgot my bath brush. It's the only way I can wash my back." I said.

"Uhh...I could do it." I heard him say quietly.


The End of Chapter 1 of MY SECRETARY'S SON

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