Date: Sat, 12 Nov 2005 14:42:26 -0800 (PST)
From: rimpigfl <rimpigfl@yahoo.com>
Subject: MY SECRETARY'S SON 02

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 2

Fuck! I barely heard him over the rushing water but I was stunned! While I
quickly decided not to make anything of his offer, my cock still managed to
plump up again.

"Hey! If you don't mind! I'll do yours then." I said.

I wanted to mentally kick my own ass for that but I couldn't resist! I'd
wanted to touch him ever since I'd opened the front door and saw him
standing there and this was all quite innocent. Wasn't it?

"Sure!" he said, grinning.

Well, I thought this was all innocent but, when I turned around and Robby's
hands began massaging the liquid soap into my back, my cock boned hard
faster than it had since I was in my teens! I couldn't help it! It had been
so long since anyone had touched me in anything approaching a sensual way,
I had no defense against what happened. I wanted to pull away before Robby
noticed but I just couldn't! I just couldn't stop standing there and
feeling how wonderful his hands felt on me. And if it wasn't bad enough
that my cock was harder than hell, the next thing I could hear was myself
groaning like a fucking porn star!

"Feel good?" Robby asked, quietly.

"You have no fucking idea!" I groaned without even thinking.

Oh, SHIT! That was not what I should have said! I knew what I needed to do
was get myself under fucking control! Instead, now my fucking cock was so
hard it was drippin' pre-cum like a fuckin' faucet! I tried to make it go
down. I tried thinking about anything except what was happening. I thought
about baseball statistics. I thought about nuns. I thought about having sex
with Mrs. Walters, my sixth grade teacher who had to be the fattest woman
I've ever seen - plus she had a moustache! But nothing worked!

It was then that I felt it. Something hard but kind of soft, too, hit my
butt. 'What the fuck was that?!' I thought. Then it hit me again and I
knew! Robby was hard, too! Oh, FUCK! What the fuck did I do now?!

Robby was continuing with his massage of my shoulders and then his hands
began to go lower. I just stood there, harder than a rock, and let him do
whatever he wanted to do. That's when it hit me! He was doing what he
wanted to do! I wasn't making him do this. I wasn't touching him, he was
touching me but, so far, I wasn't touching him. Of course, I'd already
committed to but, so far, I wasn't.

But there was still that hard boy-cock poking me in the butt. That was
freaking me out. My mind started spinning at about warp-factor 7! Then it
hit me! Guys Robby's age get hard in a strong wind! Just the 'touching' of
another person, male or female would be enough to do it, not to mention the
fact that we'd just worked out. Working out almost always gave me a hardon
- from the increased blood flow. Nothing was going on here but the normal
shit that happens to guy's bodies. Nothing to freak out over.

His hands were moving lower, scrubbing my back with the liquid soap. He was
getting closer and closer to my butt. I didn't know what he'd do at that
point. I didn't know what I'd so at that point! There was nothing, actually
that I could do but wait and see what he did. Well, I could always put a
stop to this but, for some reason, that idea never entered my mind at the
time. Later on I would realize that I had really wanted all this to happen
- maybe even unconsciously prayed for it to happen - but, at the time, I
was completely shocked by what was going on.

He stopped, thank God, right above my ass. I say that now but, at the time,
I was almost screaming in frustration. That is, until Robby turned away and
called over his shoulder to me.

"Your turn." he said.

Looking over my shoulder to make sure that he had turned around so that he
wouldn't see my hardon, I saw what had to be one of the most beautiful
sights I'd ever seen in my life! Robby's front was incredible, but his back
was almost heavenly! The broad muscular back that tapered down to an
impossibly slender waist and then ballooned out into the most beautiful
rounded and hairless 'bubble-butt' I had ever seen in my life! A butt that
I would die for! A butt that had me dying to get down on my knees and
worship it! A butt that made the term 'sit on my face' have a whole new
meaning for me. A butt that I wanted to slide my hard cock into and fuck it
until I died from the rapture and exertion!

I filled my hands with liquid soap and approached him. I noticed that my
hands were trembling, I was so turned on. This couldn't be happening! Never
did I expect this shower to ever entertain someone so young and beautiful!
Never did I expect this sensual angel to allow me to touch him!  But there
he stood, waiting for me to do so. I tried to get myself under control, and
I might have succeeded, but the moment I touched his warm, soft skin and
felt the hard muscles beneath it, I was lost! My mind could not focus on
anything else.

For the first time in my life, I finally understood what people meant about
'living in the moment'.  There was no night, no day. There was no house,
career or toys. There was no yesterday nor tomorrow. For me, there was
nothing but the feel of Robby's warm, muscular body under my exploring
hands. Without even knowing I was doing it, I began to massage the muscles
of his neck and shoulders. He let out a deep, loud groan. So loud and deep
that, for a moment, I thought I might be hurting him.

"Oh! Fuck! That feels so good, Dan!" he groaned, alleviating my fears.

He threw back his head like a young stallion raring and pushed back against
me. That was the first time that my very hard cock came into contact with
his very beautiful butt. I knew he had to feel it but he said nothing. What
he did do, could not have been more shocking, however. He continued to push
back against it, making it slide up against his butt as he gradually
shifted his stance to where my cock was now riding the wet groove of his
buns!

I didn't know what to do at that moment. Luckily, my hands kept moving,
massaging his muscles, as if nothing else were going on. Robby's body
continue to move against mine and my cock was begin gently massaged by the
cleft of his beautiful butt.

"God! That feels good!" Robby exclaimed and I wasn't sure which 'massage'
he was referring to.

"Well, I don't know about you, but I think we need to get finished. I'm
starved!" I said.

As much as I would have loved to have stayed just the way we were forever,
I knew that things had to go one way or the other and I wasn't ready for
having sex with my secretary's son. At least not the first night we met.

"Yeah. You're right. I'm starving, too." Robby said but I could hear the
disappointment in his voice.

I stepped away from him and turned so that my hardon wasn't visible, though
why I bothered, I have no idea. After all, there was no way that Robby
could not have felt it pressing between his butt-cheeks. He'd been the one
to maneuver it there. Still and all, I wasn't ready to acknowledge what had
just happened between us. Principally because I couldn't understand it. I
was way older than he was and I couldn't understand why such a beautiful
boy would find me attractive. There was also another problem which I
couldn't acknowledge then, even to myself. My feelings were not just
lustful. It wasn't just Robby's body that I wanted. But what I really
wanted, I didn't believe could ever happen.

Robby and I finished rinsing off the soap and stepped out of the shower. I
handed him a big bath sheet towel and we dried ourselves. By that point,
our hardons were not raging, more just 'over plumped'. Nothing to comment
about or acknowledge but I found myself staring at his anyway. I also
noticed him staring at mine.

I slipped back into my workout shorts and Robby slipped on his tight jeans
but didn't put his shirt back on. His chiseled chest, the mounds of
pectoral muscles and the sight of his biceps and deltoids - not to mention
his rippling six-pac - were keeping my cock well pumped with blood inside
my tight gym shorts and, as far as I could tell - and as tight as his jeans
were, I could tell a lot - Robby was in just about the same condition.

I led him to my rather well-equipped kitchen. My mother had taught me how
to cook, saying that the more you could do for yourself, the better off you
were. I was very glad that she had because I had never had the experience
of living with anybody so I was always on my own where food was
concerned. I pulled a couple of steaks from the freezer and turned on my
Jenn-Aire range with the built-in grill. I micro waved some french fries
and pulled some salad from the refrigerator's crisper. The whole meal,
start to finish, took less than 20 minutes. The house didn't have a dining
room per se. I either ate in the kitchen, while watching TV in the media
room or outside on the deck. Since it was a nice night, I led Robby out to
the deck. I carried a tray with the food and a pitcher of iced tea and
glasses. I might have offered Robby a beer, but he was underage and he
still had to drive home that night. And since I couldn't offer him one, I
wasn't about to drink one in front of him.

We ate in companionable silence for a while. One thing, it was obvious that
this boy could pack away the groceries! But then, what seventeen year old
male can't? In what seemed no time at all, we were finished.

"I can't get over how beautiful this place is." Robby said as we sat there,
looking out at the woods surrounding the house.

"It's very peaceful. I like that about it." I said.

"When are you going to show me the rest of it?" he asked.

"Now, if you'd like." I said.

"Yes, I'd like very much." Robby answered.

We carried in the remnants of the meal to the kitchen where I quickly
loaded the dishwasher. I then took Robby on a tour of the house. We started
in the garage where he was a delirious over my vehicles as I would have
expected. I showed him the great room, the media room, my office and ended
with my bedroom. My bedroom, besides having a large master bathroom with a
Jacuzzi and combination shower-steam room, also had a private covered deck
which also had a small hot- tub on it. I had a huge plasma TV on the wall
across from my king-sized bed and the room had it's own surround-sound
system like the media room.

"I really can't believe this place. It's like a dream come true." Robby
said.

"Yeah. It's nice and sometimes it's fun but it can be awfully lonely." I
said.

Fuck! What the fuck was making me blurt out all this honesty tonight! Robby
didn't need to know that.

"You don't have to be lonely unless you want to be." Robby said
quietly. "I'm sure you could easily find someone to share your life with."

"Well, it hasn't happened yet." I said and I'm sure I didn't mask my
disappointment very well.

"I certainly enjoyed being here tonight." he said.

"Not half as much as I've enjoyed your being here! I hope you'll come back
again? I really mean that, Robby." I said.

"I'd love to. You just tell me when." he smiled.

"No. You just come whenever you want to. You're welcome here
anytime. Anytime! I mean that." I said.

"Well, at least I'll meet you here on Friday. We are going up to your
cabin, right?" he asked hesitantly.

"Yes we certainly are. You won't mind staying for the weekend?" I asked
again to be sure.

"I won't mind at all. Hell, I wish I didn't have to go home now." he
grinned.

"I wish you didn't either but I know your mom would worry if you didn't." I
said.

"Yeah, she would." he admitted. "Uhh...you gonna work out tomorrow night?"

"Yeah. I work out every night. Why? You want to come by and work out with
me again?" I asked, totally shocked that he was putting things out there so
boldly.

"Yeah. If you don't mind, that is?" he asked, hesitantly.

"I told you, you're welcome here anytime." I reiterated.

"Okay, then I'll see you tomorrow night." he said.

We shook hands and again, we held each other's hand much longer than would
be customary between two guys. I knew what I wanted to do was to kiss
him. But fuck, what I really wanted was to drag him to my bed and make love
to him all night long! I couldn't do that so I stood there in the open
doorway and watched until I couldn't see his red tail lights anymore and
then closed up the house and tried to sleep. I say tried because I ended up
jacking off three times that night before I was finally exhausted enough to
pass out and stop thinking about him.

The next two nights were repeats of the same situation. Robby would come
over, we'd work out, shower, get hardons, ignore them, have dinner and
talk. Each night, however, Robby seemed to open up just a little bit
more. I learned that he had participated in sports until this year. He'd
quit because he said he wanted to concentrate on his studies but I knew
that wasn't the case because one of the things that Diane was worried about
was his grades which had slipped. They weren't 'bad' but they had gone from
excellent to average or above. When I asked him about this, he rather
sheepishly replied that he just couldn't bring himself to care about them
anymore.

"Why not?" I asked.

"Because I'm not going to go to college." he said.

"But why not?" I asked.

"Because it's not what I want to do with my life. You wouldn't understand."
he said.

"Try me. Tell me what it is you want to do." I said.

"I want to work with wood." he said.

"You mean be a carpenter?" I asked.

"Well, yeah, kind of. I don't want to build houses or stuff like that. I
want to make furniture." he said.

"Oh, you want to be like a cabinet maker." I said.

"Yeah! That's right. I want to make cabinets and bookcases and tables - all
those kind of things."  he said and I could see his eyes light up and
gleam. It was obvious that this was something that really was his hearts
desire.

"So how are you going to do that?" I asked.

"There's a old guy named Carl Dawson over in the next town. He's been
making furniture for almost forty years. He's offered to take me on as an
apprentice. I've been working there, off and on, for the last year." he
said.

"Funny, your mother's never mentioned anything about this." I said.

"She doesn't know." he said quietly. "Please don't tell her. You see, she's
always wished that she had gone to college and she wants me to go. Keeps on
me all the time about it. But I don't want to go! I just don't know how to
tell her."

"Robby, I think your mom is a great lady. I think she should have gone to
college. But you have to live your own life. You have to do what you want
to do. You can't live your life for her." I said.

"That's easy for you to say, you went to college." he said morosely.

"Yeah? And what make you think my parents wanted me to?" I asked.

"They didn't?" he looked up at me in amazement - we were once again sitting
out on the deck after dinner.

"No one in my family had ever been to college. We'd always been dirt
poor. They wanted me to go into a trade, become a plumber or an electrician
or something." I said.

"No shit?! They must be proud of you now!" he said.

"Well...I'm not so sure that's true. My family has always been 'blue
collar' - labor. I don't think they're real comfortable with me being in
management." I said.

"I guess I can see that, but still, they've got to be impressed with what
you've accomplished!" he insisted.

"I doubt that they are. I mean, all they keep asking about is when I'm
going to get married and have kids. They don't ever ask about my career." I
told him.

"So...uhh...what do you tell them?" he asked quietly.

"Generally, I just lie to them and say that I'll get around to it
eventually." I said.

"But you will, won't you?" he asked.

"Not if I can help it!" I snorted disgustedly.

"You don't want to get married?" he asked, his eyes all big in surprise.

"Well...no. Not the way they look at it. I would love to fall in love. I
would love to have a partner. But I'm not interested in kids or any of that
stuff." I said, getting as close to the truth as I could.

Robby was silent for a while. I thought maybe I'd blown it with him. Maybe
he'd figured out the real reason I wasn't interested in getting married but
then he finally looked at me.

"That's exactly what I want. I want to find someone to love who loves
me. I'm not interested in having kids. I want it to be just the two of us -
sharing our lives, loving each other, making each other happy. But people
don't understand that." he said quietly.

"They sure as shit don't!" I said.

"But you do, don't you." he made it a statement of fact, not a question.

"Yeah. I understand. We're both looking for something that's almost
impossible to find - our 'soul-mate' some people call it. There's only one
difference between us - you expect to find it and I don't." I said.

"But you could be wrong, couldn't you?" he asked.

"Wouldn't be the first time! Yeah. I could be wrong." I said.

For some reason he grinned at this. Maybe he was like me at his age - loved
to hear people older actually admit they could be wrong. It didn't happen
all that often.

Every night, he'd go home and I'd spend hours trying to convince myself
that nothing was happening between us - despite my constantly having to
jack-off because the very thought of him gave me the hardon-from-hell! It
was Friday morning, the day that Robby and I were supposed to head up to my
cabin that I got some inkling of just how intense things were growing
between Robby and me.

Diane came to work all smiles. She came in my office and walked around the
desk, threw her arms around my neck and kissed me on the cheek! This was
something she had NEVER done!

"What was that for?!" I asked, completely nonplused by her actions.

"You are a miracle worker!" she exclaimed.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"I haven't seen Robby this happy in years! He's smiling all the time,
whistling or humming - he's like a completely different boy! Or rather,
it's like he's his old self again! The only difference being is that he is
constantly talking about YOU! He's all the time saying things like 'Well,
Dan says this' or 'Dan says that'. If I didn't know better, I'd say he was
in love with you!" she laughed.

'Oh, SHIT!' I thought to myself. 'You have no idea what you're saying,
lady!' Fuck! What was I going to do? I knew that this shouldn't come as any
big surprise but it did! I never expected Robby to have feelings for
me. Well...if I'd thought about it, I probably should have. After all, he
didn't have a father, wasn't close to any adult males. 'That's what it
was,' I tried to convince myself, 'he sees me as kind of a big
brother/father figure.' At least, that's what I hoped. I mean, what the
fuck would I do if he was 'in love' with me?!  'Yeah? What the fuck are you
gonna do about being in love with him?!', my pain-in-the-ass mind screamed
at me. That was something I didn't ever want to think about! EVER!

I laughed with her, though not very heartily.

"I'm no miracle worker. I just gave Robby someplace where he could vent." I
said.

"Well, whatever you're doing, please keep it up! I really don't remember
when he's been this happy." she smiled. "He couldn't stop talking about
going up to your cabin today. He's so looking forward to it!"

Yeah! The weekend! I'd almost wanted to call it off! It was bad enough when
he was at the house for just a few hours! How was I going to spend all
weekend with him in my cabin, up in the mountains, far away from everybody?
I'd barely managed to keep my hands off him as it was!  What was spending
all that time alone together going to do?! But I couldn't call it off! I
couldn't disappoint him that way. Ahh! Fuck! Who was I kidding! I couldn't
disappoint MYSELF that way! What Diane didn't know was I hadn't looked
forward to anything like I was anticipating this weekend in a long, long
time! THAT should have given me a clue, but no! I was, like most males,
totally clueless when it came to my own feelings!

"Yeah, well...it's not going to be just fun. We've got a lot of work to get
done up there." I said, trying desperately not to make this sound like I
was taking her little boy away for the weekend to molest him like some
pervert.

"Oh, I know that! Robby is a very hard worker! You should see some of the
things he makes in the basement! He's turned it into almost a wood-working
shop! He spends hours down there making things - having them come out
perfect! Well, at least he did before he started going over to your place
every night." she said. "I can't thank you enough for that! I only hope
he's not bothering you."

'Bothering me? FUCK, YES! He's BOTHERING ME!' I wanted to scream! I
couldn't sleep at night for thinking about him. I was having trouble
concentrating here at work because I was thinking about him, and - worst of
all - I went around with my damned cock as hard as it would get in high
school, most of the time, just from thinking about him! I had to take to
wearing a jock all the time to keep it from showing in my pants! Bothering
me?! You're damned right, lady!  You're son is driving me practically
INSANE!

"No, Diane! He's no bother at all! I enjoy having him there!" I lied
through my teeth!

Well, not exactly a lie. I did enjoy having him around, even though it was
like the torture of the damned! I lived for the shower each night when I
could at least touch him! And he kept doing that thing where he'd back into
me and my cock would be slipping up the cleft of his butt! That just about
drove me 'round the bend! I wonder if Robby had any fucking idea how bad I
wanted to fuck him? Nah! He couldn't have or he wouldn't do that! I'm not a
violent guy but I was starting to understand why guys sometimes got raped!
God knows, I had no idea how I had kept from just throwing him down on the
floor of the shower and shoving my cock up his beautiful ass! The only
reason I could think of was that I would rather cut off my dick than ever
hurt him.

By noon, I was worthless! I couldn't concentrate on anything. I couldn't
get Robby and the coming weekend off my mind. I finally gave up and told
Diane that I was going home to pack and wait for Robby.

When I drove up to the house, the first thing I saw was Robby's truck
sitting there. I had no idea how long he'd been there but I knew that
school wasn't out yet. I figured that for around two in the afternoon. He
didn't have a key to the house so I wondered where he could be. I went out
of the garage and walked around the side of the house. When I got to the
back, I stopped dead and just stared. There he was, laid out on one of the
lounge chairs, completely naked and sunning himself in the warm
sunshine. In fact, it looked like he was asleep, laying on his stomach, his
legs slightly spread and his beautiful ass pertly sticking up. The view of
him this way was breathtaking!  I stood there for quite a while, just
looking at him, drinking in the beauty of a young male!

My cock, of course, was hard as a rock and dripping in my jock. My guts
ached to see him this way. What I wanted more than anything in the world at
that moment was to touch him! To feel his soft skin and his hard
muscles. To make love to him for hours and hours! It was then that I began
to realize just how bad this had gotten to me! I knew that I was starting
to fall for him - in a way I'd never fallen for anybody in my life. It
frightened me beyond belief! I just didn't know what the fuck to do about
it! I wanted him and, God knows, there was every indication that he wanted
me though, for the life of me, I couldn't understand why!

I slowly walked over to the lounge where he was laying and sat down on the
one next to it. Up close, he was even more breathtakingly beautiful!
Especially because he was asleep. I could see the gentle rise and fall of
his breathing and could note the relaxation in his face. He seemed to be a
boy and a man, both at the same time. I could see the boy that I had first
viewed in the pictures on his mother's desk but I could see the man he was
rapidly becoming - a man that I was afraid I was coming to deeply care
about - something I had never expected or wanted to happen! But I couldn't
help myself! He was so beautiful but he was also so kind and loving and
intelligent and all the things I never expected to find in another of my
own sex.

When I'd sat there staring at his sleeping form as long as I could stand
it, I finally reached out and gently touched his muscular shoulder. As the
hot lightening bolt shot up my arm as it always did when I touched him, he
slowly opened his beautiful blue eyes and smiled at me.

"Wake up, sleepyhead." I said gently.

"Hope you don't mind, I decided to work on a tan while the weather is still
warm." he said, sleep making his voice somewhat husky.

"I don't mind but why are you here so early? School can't be out yet, can
it?" I asked.

"It is for me. I'm a senior and I've already taken most of what I'm
required to graduate. My afternoons are just three hours of wood shop. The
teacher and I are on really good terms and when I explained about working
this weekend, he let me take off from class. It's really okay. I'm further
along than any of the other students anyway." he said.

"I'll bet your are. After all, it's what you want to do with your life. I'm
sure none of the others feel about it the way that you do." I said.

"Do you think I'm wrong?" he asked. "To want to work with wood and make
furniture?"

"First of all, that's not a decision for me to make. Your life is your
life. Secondly, I don't think you can ever be wrong when you follow your
passion." I said.

Now THERE was an interesting little piece of advice coming from me! After
all, I had buried my passion as deep and as long as I could in my life!
Sacrificing my desires to build a career! Never allowing the need for love,
sex and companionship EVER get in the way of my driving ambition to make it
to the top of the mountain and have all the toys in the universe! 'What a
fucking hypocrite you are!' my ever obnoxious mind screamed at me.

"I just know that my mom is going to have a cow when she finds out." he
said, morosely.

"Well...maybe I can help with that. After all, if you have my support, it's
going to be hard for her to completely dismiss your desires. And besides,
remember in about a month's time, you're going to be legally an adult and
can make your own decisions." I said.

"But what if she throws me out of the house! I've heard of parents doing
that when you don't do what they think you ought to do!" he said, and I
could see the fear in his eyes.

Evidently, this was something that he'd thought a lot about - something
that had been bothering him, a lot. Maybe, even, the key to all the
difficulty he'd been having with her that had her seek me out to talk to
him in the first place! I could hear the tremendous fear in his voice as
well as being able to see the fear in his eyes. I hated seeing him like
this! Hated the idea of the pain he must be in! Without thinking, my mouth
opened and I heard myself saying something that shocked me to my very core!

"If that were to happen, you'd just come live with me."

OH MY FUCKING GOD!!! I didn't just say that, did I?! Oh, shit! What the
fuck was the matter with me! I had to be going crazy to say something like
THAT! After all, how in fucking hell could I maintain any kind of business
relationship with Diane if she threw her son out of the house and he came
and lived with me? And how long would it take her to figure out why?!
Figure out that I was so attracted to her son, I practically became a
babbling idiot when I was around him!

"Oh, DAN! Do you mean that?!" Robby exclaimed, rising up off the chaise
lounge.

Suddenly, I was experiencing the full-frontal physical attack of a naked
and exuberant seventeen year old male who grabbed me and hugged me so
tightly I thought I was going to pass out from lack of breath - so tightly
was he squeezing my chest! I didn't know what to do at that point and just
naturally put my arms around him, holding him to me. Robby and I had never
touched like this! We'd washed each other's backs in the shower each night
but when he left, we shook hands.  There had been not even the hint of any
type of affection between us. Yet, here he was, in my arms, holding onto to
me tightly as I found myself holding and caressing him. My mind was
registering that it felt better even than I had dreamed about it and my
body was registering it by making my cock so hard that it was about to be
bent and crushed by the awkward position this hug had me in.

"Oh, thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" Robby exclaimed as he buried his
face in my chest.

'Oh, good one, asshole! Now what are you going to do?!' my mind continued
to torment me. My answer to that question, however, was quite simple. I
would keep my word to Robby, no matter what it cost me. It was just one of
those 'things' about me. Once I had given my word, even if it was done
hastily with too little thought, I would keep my word - no matter what!
And, truth be told, it certainly would be no hardship to have Robby around
me all the time. It certainly wouldn't hurt me if he didn't have to go home
every night after we'd worked out and eaten dinner. No!  That would be
totally and completely wonderful!

"You do mean it, don't you?" he asked, pulling his worried face from my
chest and looking deeply into my eyes.

"I always mean what I say." I repeated.

At that, he smiled at me.

"Yeah. I know." he said quietly.

"But enough of this!" I said, taking him by the shoulders and separating us
somewhat. "It's time we headed for the cabin."

He grinned at me and let me go. We gathered our stuff and hopped into the
Ferrari and headed to the cabin. Luckily, neither of us had more than a
small duffle, except for Robby's fishing gear, for while the Testarossa is
probably the definitive 'sports car' of the last fifty years, it was
exactly that - a sports car! It had very little in the way of luggage
room. That, however, didn't bother me and it certainly didn't bother Robby
who was totally gone over the idea of just riding in it.

There are certain cars which guys claim are 'chick magnets' and I realized
that the Testarossa was probably one of them. However, I also knew that it
was a 'boy magnet' as well. Everywhere I drove it, guys would gather to
look it over. And oftentimes, the guys were as beautiful as the car!  While
I had never used it to actually get me laid, I knew in my heart that, had I
wanted to, it would have done that for me. What it did for me then was to
get Robby and I to the cabin much quicker than almost any other vehicle on
the road could have. You don't own a Ferrari to drive it sedately!

We arrived at the so-called 'cabin' in mid-afternoon. When we finally
reached it, I watched in pleasure as Robby's eyes bugged out of his head at
the structure of the cabin. It was a two-story 'A' frame with almost
completely glass walls on both sides of the sloping roof.

"Oh, fuck! How cool!" Robby exclaimed seeing the cabin. "That's not at all
what I expected a cabin to look like!"

I chuckled.

"Yeah, I know. But I saw one like this one time when I was skiing and
decided if I could ever afford it, I was going to have one like it. Wait
'til you see the view from the loft." I said.

We got our stuff out of the car and I led him into the cabin. I showed him
the workout area with all Nautilus equipment and a small sauna and steam
room. I also showed him the miniature lap pool where you swam against
flowing water which created resistance. I also showed him the large shower,
not quite as big as the one in my house but certainly big enough for the
two of us. I also showed him the Jacuzzi as well as the outdoor hot-tub.

The main floor of the cabin had no walls so it was one large room. The loft
was where my bed was, king-sized and overlooking the view of the lake and
the mountains beyond it. It dawned on Robby before it did me that the only
bed in the house was the loft.

"Uhh...do we share the bed?" he asked.

"Uhh...well...if you don't want to, you could always sleep on the sofa
downstairs. I'm sorry, it didn't even dawn on me. You see, you're the only
person who's ever been here other than me." I said.

He grinned at me at this.

"Really! No one else? I'm really honored!" he said.

I grinned back but couldn't think of anything to say.

"I'll be glad to share the bed with you - that is, if you don't mind." he
said shyly.

"I don't mind at all. It's king-sized. I'm sure it will handle the two of
us." I said.

'Oh, FUCK! How the fuck am I going to be in the same bed with him and keep
my hands to myself?!' I thought. Then a very strange thought went through
my head. 'Maybe he doesn't want you to keep your hands to yourself?'. I
figured that was just wishful thinking.

"Have you...uhh...ever slept with somebody else?" he asked, shyly.

"A very long time ago." I said.

"I never have. Was she beautiful?" he asked.

"He was very handsome. He was my best friend in college." I said.

"Oh."

He looked at me in shock and then he grinned at me. But he didn't say
anything.

"Well, let's go downstairs and I'll make us something to eat. I take it you
didn't have lunch?" I asked.

"No, I didn't." he admitted.

We hit the kitchen and I made sandwiches and some canned soup. There was a
country store several miles down the road and I had a deal with the old guy
who owned it to stock the kitchen whenever I called him that I was going to
be at the cabin. I also had a large freezer that held both frozen
vegetables and meat.

After lunch, we started working, getting the cabin ready for winter. Even
though the first leaves hadn't turned yet, fall came much to quickly and
turned to winter in an instant in the mountains.  We began by gathering and
chopping wood for the fireplace in the living room. There was a Franklin
stove in the loft but I burned coal in it for a more constant and even
heat.

We worked hard the rest of the afternoon, putting up two cords of wood. We
then worked out and swam and ended up in the steam room, both of us too
exhausted to speak - but not too exhausted to shower and wash each other's
back. Nor, evidently, too tired to both get hard doing it - as usual.

I cooked dinner for us and I offered to play a DVD on the entertainment
system. I put on one of my favorite films, "Top Gun" but it was about
half-way through the film when I noticed that Robby had dropped off to
sleep. I cut the film off and shook him awake.

"Let's go to bed." I said.

"Yeah! I'm sorry! I don't know what happened to me." he smiled sheepishly.

"You had a big day with a lot more physical labor than you're used to. More
than I'm used to, too." I smiled back.

We climbed to the loft and I started to undress. It was then I realized - I
slept in the nude!

"Uhh...what do you usually sleep in?" I asked Robby hesitantly.

"Usually nothing." he said.

"Yeah. Me, too." I said. "That won't bother you will it?"

"No, why should it? We've seen each other naked in the shower." he smiled.

"Yeah. We have." I said, stupidly.

So within a few minutes, there we were, naked in the same bed next to each
other. We both lay there on our back, our hands behind our heads, just a
few inches from each other.

"I guess we should get some sleep." I said, turning over away from him.

"Yeah, I guess we should." I heard him say and then heard him roll over as
well.

I reached up and turned off the light.

"Good night, Robby." I said quietly.

"Good night, Dan." he said sleepily.

I didn't think I would sleep at all but within moments I was deeply
asleep. I just didn't stay that way.

The End of Chapter 2 of MY SECRETARY'S SON

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