Secret Spaces

SECRET SPACES Clark Wayne Underarmour001@hotmail.com

"Hey. There you are."

I was a bit startled to hear my best friend Cooper's voice. I thought I found the perfect spot to be alone and drink my beer.

"Hey."

"I couldn't find you, bro. This party is getting nuts," he said as he patted me on the shoulder.

"Yeah, it was getting a little too crowded. Came up here to get some air. Thought I was the only one that knew about this place."

I had climbed the stairs to the roof of the old brick warehouse loft owned by a college buddy. Dave was known for throwing amazing parties in the huge space below. Ten thousand square feet of wide open space with a fifty-foot high ceiling. He had an open concept apartment in one corner and the rest of the space was equipped with a ping-pong table, pool table, basketball court, lounge area, fireplaces, a fully stocked bar and a vintage video game arcade.

The warehouse had a little-known secret. It had a hidden catwalk in the rafters that was accessed by the original metal-rung ladder built into the brick wall inside Dave's apartment. The catwalk had access to the rooftop by climbing another metal-rung ladder. Dave was considering having a small antique elevator installed and renovating the roof into a rooftop patio. The furthest he had gotten was to build a dumbwaiter that could hold a six-pack of beer and haul it to the top without having to spill a drop on the ladders. So far, I thought I was the only one he told about the spot. Apparently, I was wrong.

"Yeah. That chic from your work keeps annoying me. I told her I have a girlfriend but she won't fucking stop bothering me. I'm hiding," I sulked as I took a swig of my beer. I was leaning forward, my elbows resting on top of the four-foot tall brick ledge, looking out over the evening lights of the city.

"Tell me about it. I fucked her once. Bitch stalked me for a month. Dude, never fuck a chic you work with."

"Was she any good at least?" I asked.

He shot me that bad-boy, demonic smile of his. The smile that made everyone swoon. Perfect teeth; bright white. His lips seemed to always be in a perpetual cocky sneer. It also gave away his true nature. Dude was a player, tried and true. Typical trust-fund baby with money to burn which gave him ample time to do nothing but workout and party. We're in our mid-twenties but he still looks and acts like a preppy frat-boy who could moonlight as a fitness model. Too handsome for his own good with a body that is so sexy it should be illegal; perfect hair, perfect teeth, perfect face and a perfect body. He's fucking charismatic, can charm the pants of any girl he wants. He's the best and worst kind of friend. He's loyal and dependable but also is selfish and arrogant. He's the perfect wing-man until he's not. He'll steal a girl right out from under you, figuratively speaking, if he wants to fuck her.

"Eh, not bad, actually. I wouldn't mind going in again but I'm afraid she'd fucking fall in love with me. Needy, bitch," he muttered then he burped loudly.

"No shit, dude," I agreed as I clinked my beer bottle against his. "Cheers," I added.

"Speaking of needy bitches."

Cooper eased up behind me and pressed his junk against my ass.

"Dude. What are ya doing?" I asked in a bored tone of voice while looking behind at him.

"What?" He put his hands on my hips and slowly thrust forward against my ass again.

"What do you mean, what?" I rolled my eyes, pushed his hands off and turned to face him.

Instead of answering me, he grabbed hold of my hips again, turned me back around and pushed me roughly against the ledge. I braced myself against the ledge with my hands before my chest could contact the rough brick. He wrapped his arms around waist and pushed his crotch in tighter on my ass. He rested his chin on my shoulder, his breath warm in my ear.

"Come on. Let me slip it in," he whispered into my ear. His voice was sultry, seducing, sexy.

"Fuck off, Coop. Stop messing around," I laughed him off. But when I pushed away from the ledge, he pushed me back down, this time my chest contacting the brick ledge.

"Umph," I grunt. "Dude!" I yelled back in pain. Inflicting a little pain means he's serious. I can tell by the force from his push that he's not kidding around.

"Come on, Beck. Just enough to get it wet," he whispered again, that husky, baritone voice of his reverberating in my ear. The one he uses when he wants something. The one he uses when he takes something.

I'm not surprised he would try something like this, here and now. Sometimes I hate him for being so confident and forceful. He has no shame and no filter. He's entitled and has never been told no.

"Dude, no," I whisper loudly, suddenly paranoid someone is listening. "We're not fucking."

"Why not?" He asks, sliding the front of my t-shirt up my torso, running his fingers along my abs. His mouth kissing me on the back of my neck.

"Because, dumbass. We're at a fucking party. You have a ton of girls to choose from down there. Why do you want to get in me?"

By now I notice I had stopped struggling. My body has given up before my brain does. He pulls me tighter against him. I can feel that fat dick in his shorts sliding up and down the cleft of my thick, muscular bubble-butt.

"Because. Unlike those bitches down there, you can't get pregnant. No one is going to find us, Beck. No one else knows about this place."

"Fuck you, Coop. Dave knows about this place, idiot," I scolded. Cooper continues to grind against me. His dick is rock hard and he's not small. I know it's cliché but he's at least nine-inches and fucking thick. He was truly born with all the right genes in all the right places.

"Beck, come on, just once, man. I really need to dump a load." He pauses. He kisses my ear. "What I really need is to dump a load...in...you." There is the Cooper I know so well. Talking to me like I'm one of his slutty, sorority-girl one-night-stands. Telling me he desperately needs to dump a load and then to break down any resistance with that subtle change in his voice, that soft kiss on my ear, telling me he needs to dump in me, making me think it's all about me when it most certainly is not. I know it's not about me. He knows it's not about me. Then why the fuck do I keep letting him bone me? It's the way he talks to me. Probably why it turns me on.

"Cooper. Stop." The tone in my voice is stern. I want him to know that I'm not letting this happen...again, not now anyway. I know the only way to get through to Cooper is through pure force and brawn.

"Don't make me hit you, bro," I threaten. "You know I'll do it."

Let's get something straight. Cooper is no bigger than I am. We workout together so I know what he's capable of. I know what I'm capable of too and that's beating his ass, it's happened before. I've had to lay him out a few times, usually to keep him from harming himself. I've only ever hit him in self-defense. Dude drinks, gets drunk, likes to fight. He's a mean drunk. You know how drunks are; the just see red and start swinging at the nearest guy. I'm usually the nearest guy.

He chuckles mockingly.

"Fine. Have it your way," I said.

I try to stand upright and throw him off my body. In a flash, he has me in a half-nelson. His arms under my armpits, his hands locked behind my neck. My harms floating out to the sides. I'm immobile. Did I mention he's a black-belt? Yeah, as if he needed more superpowers. Powers that, thankfully, don't work so well when he's drunk. He's obviously not drunk now.

"Oh, you fucker!" I groan. Why do I even try?

"Shhhh, Beck. I promise it'll be quick. In and out," he rumbles quietly into my ear, his breath laboring from my struggle for dominance. The more I struggle, the stronger and more determined he gets.

"You're fucking...drunk," I accuse but I know he's not. I just don't want him to think I can't handle him. I'm trying to breath clearly through my sentence. "We're not...doing this...here."

"Shhhh..." I can feel him relax his grip a tiny bit. "Shhhh...Beck, this is happening. You know it will. It always does." I can feel his hot breath, smell the beer on it. I can also feel that fucking dick. It's hard and he's gyrating his hips, thrusting it up and down, in and out against my ass. Fuck, I want that dick. His hypnotic voice tears down my defenses.

"Coop, no," I plead with a low whimper.

"Beck, yes," he replies to my whimper with a breathy, hissing emphasis on the word yes.

That does it for me. It's his musculature against mine. It's his sheer force of will that he has over me. It's the smell of his masculine musky sweat. His grip is like steel cables. I know I'm stronger. I know I'm better than this but I can't. I just can't. All I can think of what it's like when he's inside me. His hard body melding with mine. Knowing that I am worthy of having his cock buried inside me makes me want him more than anything. When he's finished cumming inside me, I feel whole again. I feel like I have a purpose. I bet this is how every girl feels when he fucks them, like they are the only person in the world at that moment. After, he will pull out, wipe his dick off and go about the day as if it didn't happen. Until he needs to fill that urge again of dominating a strong, masculine man, me.

I've been tricked. He knows me. To get me to this point, he had to be rough. If he would have just walked up and asked if he could fuck me, I would have said no. But by roughing me up, challenging me, showing me that I am not in control of my body, that he is, I'll give in. He must remind me where I stand in the hierarchy of our relationship. I almost never initiate contact when we fuck. It's always him. In fact, I think if I were to try to initiate sex with him, he would turn me down. Which in turn, would make me want him even more. FUCK HIM!

Before I met him, I was straight! Wait, I still am straight. I'm just gay for him, I think. Whatever. I just know I'd never thought about getting it on with a dude until he put the moves on me.

My body begins to relax in my trance. He releases me from his hold. His hand slides around to the front and his hand dips down inside and he squeezes by hard cock, his thumb sliding along the tip that's dripping with pre-cum.

"Oh, fuuuck," I moan.

"Yeah, that's it. Relax. Just let me do my thing." His voice is soothing.

"Cooper. Coop. Oh, fuuuck. We can't, Coop. Not here," I pant in my last fake plea to stop this.

He reaches forward and takes my beer from the ledge. He pulls his other hand out of my shorts and brings it up to my jaw. He gently turns my head to the side as he tips the bottle of beer and pours some into my mouth. Fuck, that turns me on. Beer relaxes me.

I whimper again as I swallow the cold beer. He sets the beer down again. I hear his shorts pop open and fall to the floor. Soon, my shorts are being unbuttoned as well. I hear them, along with my boxer briefs, thump to the floor.

His cock is poking at my hole as he hugs me from behind. He pulls my face back and attacks my mouth with his own. His tongue forces its way down my throat. Even his tongue is dominating. He releases me and licks my neck.

"Beck, you're the hottest thing at this party. Your ass is prime, bro. Better ass than any one of those bitch's down there." He smacks my ass once. "Can't stop staring at it all day." He licks my neck. "Saw you walk in, wearing those tight shorts, knew I had to get in you."

Fuck. He's got me. I want him. Flattery will get him everywhere. I want this dude to fuck me in the ass in the worst way. I want him to fucking take it.

"In and out?" I murmur.

"In and out. I promise, Babe."

"Shit." There is no such thing as "in and out" with Cooper. He's tried that before and I end up with two days-worth of cum leaking out of my ass. I swear he saves it up for me.

My body is a ragdoll to him now. I'm pliable, moldable. I can almost hear the glee in his breathing, he's so fucking proud of himself for fucking the ass of a dude like me; ex-college athlete, tall and broad, masculine, rugged and for the most part, straight?

"Lean forward. Push that ass out, babe," he instructs with care in his voice. He's lying. I do as he says. "Fuck, yeah. Fucking hot, tight ass, baby."

I'm trembling with anticipation.

"Love your big dick," I think out loud.

He snickers.

"I know you do, babe." I feel his lips on my neck. "I know you like it when I kiss you right here. Then here." He kisses my throat. He likes to woo me sometimes but he knows all he has to do is just stick it in and I'll get off no matter what. But then, it's not about me.

"Coop. I don't think we have time for foreplay," I say impatiently. I just want him to stick it in.

"Babe, don't you worry you're pretty little head. Let me handle it. Foreplay is what I do best, remember." His finger is roaming around my hole. A quick poke and slowly he pushes it up inside me. "You want my big dick inside you? Huh? You want me inside you, fucking your hole, big guy?"

"Yes, Coop. You gonna fuck me? Fuck me hard?"

"Just like I always do." He pulls his finger out and runs his hand over my ass cheek. "Smooth...muscular...hard like a rock. What do you say, big man? You like it when a dude like me holds you down and slides inside your muscle ass?"

My heart races as he compliments my ass. It brings him pleasure. That makes me happy.

"Yeah. You like that ass? You gonna take it? Fuck it? Make me cum while you bone me?"

"I'm going to cum inside you, Beck. I'm going to shoot my load into that tight jock hole of yours. You love it when I shoot inside you. Don't you, babe?"

"Fuck, yes. I love to feel your cum in my ass. Feeling your boys swimming around inside my gut." I spew out fuck talk as I push my muscular ass back to meet his grinding thrusts.

"Fuck, Beck. You can be so fucking slutty sometimes. I fucking love it when you're slutty."

From out of nowhere he produces a small packet of lube. Clearly, he had some in his pocket. Such a gentleman. I hear him ripping it open. Soon I feel another lube coated finger enter my ass and he opens me up. My ass is on fire, not pain, with anticipation. I want him so fucking bad. I begin to fuck myself on his finger. He chuckles. He loves to see that. A guy like me going gay for his dick.

Then, penetration!

"Ugh! Ahhhhhhh. Fuuuuck. Oh, god, Coop. Go deep, man. Go deep," I squeal. My voice has gone up an octave from the force of that thick cock sliding up into my hole.

"Yeah, I'm going deep. Feel my cock inside you, tough guy? Going down to the root?"

"Ohhhh, fuuuuck. Oh, my god. I want to fucking scream. God, I love it when you fuck me."

"Fuck yeah, you do. You love it when I hold you down and take you. You love it when you feel me push inside, feel me laying on top of you. Kissing you while I fuck your tight...pretty...slutty...ass." A hard thrust emphasizes each word.

"Mmmmmm. Ohhhh, fuck, fuck, fuck." I do. I love it. I hate this guy.

"You know what I love? I love seeing your big muscular body lying under me, begging to be fucked by another dude. I love seeing you grovel and beg. I love to hear your voice groan and grunt while you call my name. Such a big, masculine dude, taking cock like a fag. God, your ass is like a fucking vice!"

"Fuck me. Keep fucking me."

"Pathetic, tough guy. Getting fucked by a dude. Getting fucked in the ass by a dude? How can you even look at yourself in the mirror?"

When he first started fucking me months ago, I used to get pissed off at his degrading fuck talk. Now, I fucking crave it.

"I'm gay for you, bro. So fucking gay for you. Just you. Cocky, arrogant asshole. I fucking love it, fucker!"

"You think you're gay for just me? Such a big man, strutting around this party, showing off that body, making chics cream their panties. But I know the truth. I know what you really want. You want some of Coop's cock. If all those bitches could see you right now, bent over with a dick in your ass. I'd fucking love to see that. I wouldn't even feel bad or ashamed. Why should I? I'm not the one begging to be fucked like a woman. God, I would love to see that. See you humiliated, embarrassed. Everyone would know you're a fucking liar. You're not the big straight stud they thought you were. You're just a bitch for my cock."

"Pound my hole, Coop. Pound it out."

"Hey, Becky? Know what? This is what it feels like to be one of the countless girls I've fucked. You know that, tough guy? You take my cock better than any stupid whore I take home. I actually prefer fucking your ass to their pussies. You're built to take it. Nice, thick ass, bro. Thick and meaty, just the way I like them. How does it feel to know you're getting fucked like a bitch? Not such a stud now, are you, tough guy?"

My eyes pop open wide. I've just heard from his lips what I've been thinking all along. He sees me nothing but a hole to deposit his latest load, marking me as one of his conquests. I should be angry. Angry that he manipulated me into thinking it's ok to be sexually dominated by a trusted friend. I should be pissed that he did it without me even realizing it. I should want to kill the bastard for making me see what I really want, what I really am. I relish in my manliness, my masculinity, my athleticism, my talent to get laid by any girl I see fit to put my dick in. I can still do all this. I can still pick up a girl, take her home and fuck her but I'm living a double life. I found out that I like being controlled by a superior man. I like being told what I can do and can't do when it suits his needs. I like knowing that I am sought after by such a high-quality cut of man such as Cooper, not for love but just strictly for him to get off in. I like that he gets more superior to me every time he fucks me. I like that. I crave that. I can't hold back.

"Cumming! Cumming! AHHHHHHHHH! FUUUUUUCK!" His words make my dick ache. I'm cumming at the thought that after this, we'll both go back downstairs and I'll be walking around the party with his cum in my ass. He'll occasionally look over at me and smirk. Then I'll get to watch him pick up some love-struck bitch and take her home and fuck her brains out. And I'll be happy knowing that for ten-minutes, I was that love-struck bitch.

"That's it, baby. That's it. Come for daddy. Cum knowing you did because my cock is inside you," he growl in a tone that says he's disgusted, that I should be ashamed of what I've just done. "Gonna breed your hole, tough guy," he whispers. He is long-dicking me now. Making sure he hits my button every time. Fill you up and breed you."

He clamps onto my shoulders and rams himself in to the hilt and leaves it there. His cock expands and releases a huge, gooey load into my gut. He's breathing hard. He pulls out and then rams it back in one more time and shoots another load.

He rests on my back, kissing my neck. He then wraps an arm around my neck and pulls me back and rests the back of my head on his muscular shoulder. He turns my cheek and kisses me on the lips. We make out for a few minutes until he slips out of my aching hole.

"Just in and out, huh?" I ask sarcastically as I pull up my shorts.

"Dude, when have I ever just went in and came out and that was it?" He asks sarcastically, telling me I should know better.

"I know but for some reason I always believe you."

"Awe, Becky. You're pretty. Dumb but pretty."

"Fuck off," I laugh.

"Fag," he smiles back.

"Hey, not a fag. I'll admit I'm may gay for you but just you. "

"Yeah, yeah. Just gay for me. I know," he rolls his eyes and snickers.

"What?" I say accusingly like he doesn't believe me. "I don't do what we do with other guys. That doesn't make me gay. It makes me..."

"Makes you what, Beck?"

"Makes me...I don't know. It makes me fucking gay for you. Fuck off, asshole," I say, trying to change the subject, eyes averted. I don't want him to see my confusion.

"Beck, it is what it is. Be flattered, dude. I don't fuck just any hole. I picked you, man. Your ass is the envy of anyone who gets the pleasure of seeing it. I don't know what it is but it makes me want to bury my bone in it. Who knows? Maybe it's just about that ass. It's like you work on it because you want everyone to notice it. Everyone comments on it, ya know."

I blush. I knew I had a stellar ass but a dick magnet?

"It's good genetics, years of football and a million squats. It's not hard to figure out."

"Yeah, well, it makes my dick hard just thinking about it."

"So that doesn't make you gay in any way? You even kiss me when we fuck. Now, that's gay, Coop."

"No, it doesn't make me a fag. Kissing is just a part of fucking. I don't kiss you any more than I kiss a chic."

"Bullshit. You love kissing me," I say with hurt in my voice.

"Admittedly, you are a good kisser. You just think I like kissing you more because I can kiss you harder than I can a girl. You're a tough dude. You can take it rough."

"I still call bullshit."

"It's not bullshit. Do you not get even more turned on when I kiss you? Your sex drive amps up when I'm on you, kissing you. You fucking love it, bro," he said to me, his eyes penetrating mine.

"Whatever," I avert my eyes again. He's bullshitting me. He must be. I can't be this weak-minded.

"Whatever," he mocks me. "You're over thinking it. You like my dick in your ass. Just go with that."

"Let's go before someone figures out where we are." There, I changed the subject successfully.

"Someone already has," says a voice by the hatch leading down below.

We both turn to see Dave with a stupid smirk on his face, shaking his head as if he'd seen it all.

"Dave! Hey, we were just heading back down," I stammered. I hope he did not just witness one of his best buddies getting butt-fucked by another dude.

"Hey, Davey," Cooper chimes in. "Did you happen to catch the my show of prowess?"

Dave smirked again. "Yeah. Yeah, I caught the show."

My heart dropped into my stomach. "Dave...don't...don't say anything. We're not gay."

"I'M not," Cooper said loudly but under his breath.

"Beck, it's cool dude. I give a shit if anyone is gay or not. I mean, I don't know if I needed to see how much you love being "not gay" but it's cool. I'm not talking shit to anyone. You know me, Beck."

Cooper chuckled.

"What are you laughing at, shithead? You're the one that had his dick in my ass," I said to Cooper, also reminding Dave that he did see two dudes fucking.

"A hole's a hole, bro," Cooper said with a shrug. I shot a look at him. I can't believe he just said that about me, out loud. I'm feeling a little wounded.

"That's cold, dude."

"He's right, Beck. A hole's a hole. It's the one who's hole is being used that makes the difference. You know I never pegged you as a dude who likes dick in his ass. I mean, look at you." He said, waving his hand across the air towards me. "But I must say, I guess I'm not totally surprised."

"What does that mean?"

"It's the way you look at Coop. It's not his fault. I mean, look at him." Again, he waves his hand across the air at Cooper.

Cooper chuckled again. "Trust me. He knows what I look like. Every INCH of me."

"Fuck off, Coop. I'm going downstairs," I whine as I descend into the hatch.

Dave holds the hatch open for me. "Go compare notes with all the other girls down there that Coop has fucked," he taunted.

"Fuck off" echoed up the hatch.

Dave and Cooper fist-bumped each other than clinked beer bottles.

"Coop, you never cease to amaze me. You said you would fuck him and fuck him you did."

"It's a gift. Did you see the whole thing?"

"Hell, yeah. Followed you right up here and hid. Very nice technique by the way," Dave winked.

"Ah, thanks. I've had a ton of practice," he winked back with another clink of beer bottles.

"Did you know he would be such a bitch for your dick, dude?"

"Oh, yeah. Don't let the big, tough guy act fool you. Just show him who's in control and his legs go up in the air in seconds. Happened every time."

"How many times?"

"Since we made the bet six-months ago? Probably at least once a week, sometimes two."

"No shit? Damn, you are the man! Here is the hundred-bucks I owe you."

"Like I need it," Coop says as he takes it and shoves it into his pocket. "So, Davey. You wanna take a stab at him? I'm telling you, fucking a muscular ass is better than pussy."

Cooper glanced around as if someone could be listening.

"If you tell anyone, I'll fucking kill you but after what I just saw, I think I do."

Coop laughed and slapped him on the shoulder.

"Discretion is the name of the game, my friend. I'll share him with you."

"Sweet!" Dave suddenly paused. He might have said that with a little too much glee. Oh well, it's Cooper. He doesn't care. He's fucking his best friend for god sake. But there is a question that suddenly dawns on him. "Geez, does this make me gay, dude? That I want to fuck this dude in the ass?"

"Fuck, no," Cooper guffawed. "Just means you get off on power. Having sexual power over another dude, a dude like Beck, fucking euphoric. Dave, when you see how much he will grovel and beg for your load, it's the most amazing power-trip you will ever feel. You've known him longer than I have. He's an arrogant, fucker. Don't you just want to knock him on his ass sometimes?"

"You have no idea. I lived with him for two years in a frat. Many times, he deserved to be knocked on his ass."

"Wait until you see that body under you, all that brawn under your control. To see that much muscle and strength make the ultimate sacrifice for your pleasure is simply amazing. It's a high you will have for days. Like I said, he's a tighter fuck than any pussy."

"Fuck it. Ok. I would love to see that dude bitch out for me. I'd love to fuck the cocky right out of him."

"He's a great kisser too."

"Kissing? Baby steps, bro. Baby steps."

"We'll work on him for you. You're a hot looking dude. I'm sure he'll put out for you."

"Let's get down there. I want to see that douche try to pick up women with your load in his ass."

"Lead the way, bro."