Guy's Secret
Chapter 3
4/12/00
Written By: Justin Case
Disclaimer: This story is written about gay love. It is graphic in nature, especially with sexual content. The story, while based on truth, is fiction. It is an idea conceived between the writer and his editor. Any resemblance to real people, places, or activities is pure coincidence. This story is the property of the writer. It is placed here for your enjoyment. However, if this story is illegal in your community because of its content and your age, you should consider leaving now. This writing is the work of Justin Case and is his property; all copyright laws of the United Sates of America
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Words from the author: Usually I stand on my soapbox at this point. Not for this story. I will let the story speak for itself.
Preface: Guy, oh Guy, you are with us. We keep you here. Rest, oh little one, rest.
Miss Lil left 'The Tavern' with George, a cantankerous old slob of a man. They were both fellows of the spirits; George was another lowlife from the bowels of society. The two were inebriated beyond the point of memory of their actions. They staggered out of the bar; Tommy had told them, "Go on home now, go on."
Miss Lil had driven the Sugardale family car; she never drove the pickup. The pickup was for lowly people; in her mind, she was a legend. The car was a brand new white Buick Regal, a 1987 four-door model. She had connived Melvin, Sr. into purchasing it for her just two weeks before his death. She told him she wouldn't go into town to drink if she had a new car. Miss Lil explained to Melvin, Sr. that she felt trapped and drank to make herself happy; if she had a car, she wouldn't feel trapped. Melvin, Sr. bought the line and the car. George was the salesman at the Hilton Buick Dealer.
The deal was made between George and Miss Lil, that when Melvin, Sr. bought the car, George would overcharge him and give a kickback of five hundred dollars to Lil. Lil agreed she'd let George have his way with her as part of the bargain, and that was something the smelly drunken man wanted. George wanted her, the ugly bitch of a woman Miss Lil was, and he wanted to have her.
The two drunken souls fell into the Buick and Miss Lil started the engine. She put the car in drive and began to drive to the farm. She was going to show George a good time. The car had just begun to move and George had his hands all over Miss Lil. She pulled the car into a dark alley, between Drucker's Hardware and Tiny Bubbles Laundromat. She left the car running because of the chill in the air.
The two began their passion session on the front seat of the Buick. George had taken Lil's head in his hands and pulled her face to his. He pressed his lips to hers and furiously kissed at her. She was alive with passion. Miss Lil began to rub his throbbing cock through his pants. George had slid his hand up her thighs; her soft white skin was like satin. He felt her warm slit and massaged the top of her wanton hole. His fingers explored the little hard button at the top. Miss Lil felt George's cock swell and twitch in his pants. He was huge; she had to feel that hard cock, flesh to flesh. She unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly, and pulled his six inch uncut member free of the boxers. It was drenched with precum, and she slid her right hand up and down on it.
George was rubbing the clitoris on her hot wet pussy. He could smell the juices emanating forth. He could feel the slime between Lil's legs and this excited him. They kissed passionately. Her thighs clenched on his hand. He put his fingers into her. She was wet with desire.
Miss Lil placed her mouth on George's cock. She tasted his precum, and
pulled the foreskin back. She loved his purple head, on the six-inch cock. She began to suck his dick into her mouth. She stroked his member with her hand while she sucked it with her mouth; her mouth followed the strokes of her hand.
George wanted to fuck her; he wanted to bury his cock into her vagina. He wanted to feel those hot wet walls sucking his cock into her belly. He said, "Lil, let's get in the back seat; I want you, Lil." Miss Lil wanted to have her love button teased, she wanted to have an orgasm. She said to him through her breaths, "Yes, my love, let's get in the back."
The two rolled over the front seat into the back of the car. George pulled his pants down to his ankles, and pushed up Lil's skirt; she never wore panties, so her wet slit was wide open to his view. He had to taste it, and push his tongue into it. He lowered his mouth onto her vulva, and licked and nibbled. He loved the smell of hot juicy cunt. It drove him wild.
Miss Lil wanted that hard cock; she wanted him to fuck her now. She pulled him into position for the deed. George inserted his prick into her pussy and drove it home. He fucked her furiously, for all his worth. He couldn't get there, he couldn't get the point of the climax, and his cock was deadened from the booze.
They fucked and fucked, and no matter how long and hard he tried, he couldn't come. Exhausted and drunk, the two passed out. They fell into a deep dark sleep in the Buick.
The sun shone through Guy's bedroom window. He woke with a start; Matty and he were still naked and in each other's arms. He smiled; he had found love. Matty stirred and looked into Guy's eyes. The two boys kissed.
"Morning, love," Guy said, as they released from the kiss. His cock was already hard and ready for more fun.
"Morning, I am so happy. I love you with all my heart, Guy," Matty said and kissed Guy lightly on the lips again, while he ran his hand down toward Guy's hardened member.
"MMM, Matty, that feels so nice," Guy said, as he began to play with Matty's organ.
Softy and gently they stroked each other's dicks while they kissed. Matty had touched Guy like an expert. He pushed his tongue into Guy's mouth and sucked on it. He loved feeling so much like a part of Guy.
Their dicks were dripping precum, and rock hard. They continued to stroke each other. Guy could feel the beginnings of his climax; he thrust his hips.
Matty was bucking his body to meet Guy's strokes. The orgasms built in their balls; the juices started to swell up and began their journey up the cocks. Guy shot off first, three long shots of hot boy cum flew to his stomach and ran onto Matty's hand. Matty shot his load; four shots he shot on Guy's stomach. He ran his hand over their cum, and massaged it into Guy's tits.
Feeling loved and spent, they lay there in the bed and just held each other.
Suddenly there was a knock at the front door to the house. Both boys looked at each other. Guy said, "Who can that be so early in the morning?" as he got out of the bed and threw his clothes on; they were still in the pile on the floor.
"I'm gonna take a shower, boy," Matty called to Guy as Guy went to answer the door.
"I got your boy," Guy shot back over his shoulder.
"You are my boy," Matty said as Guy walked down the hall.
Guy could see through the window there were a couple of Sheriff cars in the drive. As he approached the front door, Ed Woodman, the County Sheriff, was standing on the porch, with another man he couldn't quite see.
Guy opened the door. Sheriff Woodman said, "Mornin', Guy, how y'all doing up here? Mind if we come in?" Guy then saw who the other man was; it was Judge Walters. Both men had a somber look to them; this was not a social call.
"No sir, come right in, let me get my Momma," Guy said to the men,
wondering what this was all about, and knowing he was only a boy.
"Well, Guy, that's why we're here; let's have a set here," Sheriff Woodman said. The three men sat down. Sheriff Woodman and Judge Walters sat on the sofa and Guy on Miss Lil's chair. Sheriff Woodman moved close to the edge of the couch, to pull Guy into his world. "Guy, I'm 'fraid we have some bad news, 'fraid there's been an accident of sorts." He checked Guy's reaction.
"Yes, Son," Judge Walters picked up, and continued with, "It's your Mom, she's fallen."
"You mean, she.. She's dead?" Guy asked, visibly shaken. Mentally relieved.
"Yes, son, 'fraid so, monoxide; she fell asleep in her car last night, best we can figure is sometime 'round one this morning," Sheriff Woodman said.
"Guy, the laws of the Great State of Mississippi won't allow you to stay here without legal guardians. Do you people have any relations the court can contact? There will have to be arrangements and the such," Judge Walters was saying.
Guy was a million miles away; his Dad, now his Mother. It was too much for the boy to handle. He broke down and cried. He buried his face into his hands and cried. Judge Walters stood up and placed his hand over Guy's head, and just held it there.
Sheriff Woodman stood and began to pace around the living room. Tears had begun to well up in his eyes too. He felt so bad for the six children. He had heard the rumors of the abuse; there was never any concrete evidence. Now these poor children had lost both their parents within two weeks of each other. How could God be so cruel?, he wondered to himself.
"Listen, Guy, we'll have to be back. You collect your thoughts and think if you have any relations or adults that will take you children in. Course there will have to be hearings, and that will take time. I'll put what they call a stay on the order to place you children in State's Custody until I hear from you. I'll give you two days," Judge Walters said.
Both men departed the home. Guy stood at the door and watched the cars
vanish from his sight over the horizon. He saw a bluebird land on the
ground near where the cars had just left. He watched the bird bathe in the sunlight.
Well boys, what do you think? Hope you didn't get grossed out with the
hetero sex scene. I could smell the fish. Man, what is to happen now? Where does life take our young ones? Do you like this story? Did you realize it's part of a trilogy? A what, you say, 'Trilogy'? Yep, that's right, this is actually the second book of a three book set I am writing for you. I call the series "Secrets". There are three books in the series, Michael's Secret Love - Book 1 - is a delightful tale that talks of love, and secrets. Michael is a singer and falls in love with James, and keeps secrets. Now this little story above is Guy's Secret, and will deal with death as you've seen, and how secrets can have tragic results. You ain't seen nothing yet; wait until the end.
Guy is a thespian and will become semi-famous off Broadway later in the
adventure. Finally is Book 3 - Luke's Secret Art; now here is the one about taxes, love, and of course, secrets. The set is written to you so you examine the facts of our lives: love, death, taxes, and my little twist, secrets. If you follow all my work you know how I feel about secrets.
As of my last check I have over five hundred letters, most are words of
encouragement. I have less than six that were unhappy and don't like my style. One reader said I don't have a plot, no sense of direction, and my punctuation is horrible; I suggested he find another author and do some editing so I could see how good he was. Well, my dear friends, I am so thankful to have you. I love your letters; so far they have reached me from around the world. I am truly blessed by your company. It is my honor and privilege to share the words with you. If you want to contact me, feel free.
My e-mail address is Justin69SK@aol.com
A special thanks goes out to Ed, my editor whom without I would be lost amongst the words.