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Subject: Justins Dirty Secrets – Chapter 3a ____ Please remember, Nifty needs your donations to provide these stories. I certainly have enjoyed growing up reading Nifty. You can donate fty This is my first series on Nifty. I welcome your feedback at [email protected]. _____ As the months went on, my birthday approached. In just a few days, I would be a teenager, the big 13. I could hardly contain my excitement. While the guilt of my desires were still present but less intense, I was still deeply in the closet. My parents kept asking if I wanted to have a big birthday party, almost as if they wanted me to have one. I did not, I wanted one thing, the preacher’s son, Kyle. Kyle was younger than me, 12 and a half or so, black hair, average height, thin but toned from all the sports he played at school, he was really into basketball. He was the pretty boy type, cocky, and beautiful. We became fast friends at the church’s youth group. We had hung out a couple of times in groups, but never alone. I would go to all his games and a group of us from the church would hang out after. Kyle almost never showered after the game, instead going to hang with us in the parking lot. His smell intoxicated me. I just imagined how his socks would smell, his feet, arm pits, and what his balls would taste like in my mouth. Ever since blowing my brother, I constantly fantasized sucking other boys. But, even at 12 he had a girlfriend. I didn’t care, as jealous as I was of her, I would not let that deter me. I told my parents that I just wanted to hang out at my grandparent’s lake house with Kyle for the weekend. My grandparents had a large house on a big lake which we always called “the river”, a few boats, and a small cabin on the property. The cabin was a good ways away from the house. The cabin was visible from the house, but far enough away that nothing could be heard from inside. You only needed to be 12 to have a boater license for small boats like jet skis or single engine boats. My grandfather helped me get my license as soon as I turned 12. I had hoped if Kyle stayed the weekend with me, I would have time to try to make something happen. At the very least, I would be able to get my hands on his underwear and socks. So, no matter what, there would be a win. My parents arranged it with Kyle’s dad, our preacher, and we had it all planned. We were out of school for the summer so, Kyle would come to my house Thursday evening and stay the night. My grandfather would pick us both up early on Friday morning, and take us to the river. “Hey dude, thanks for inviting me out this weekend, I can’t wait to get on the water. Happy birthday man!”, Kyle said as he gave me a one armed hug on my porch after arriving. As he wrapped his arm around me, I thought I was going to cum right then and there. “Thanks, yea it’s going to be a bad ass weekend. Just us guys, the boat, and the river!”, I istanbul travesti said back to him. “Let me show you to my room, we going to share my bed for the night, unless you want to sleep on the floor. But it’s hardwood”. “It’s cool, we can share the bed, there’s no way I could sleep on a hard floor, just don’t try anything”, Kyle joked. “No promises, I mean I do sleep naked”, I said in a joking voice – just to gauge his reaction. “Well, better make it good if you do”, he joked back. I spent way too much time trying to figure out if he was joking or making an offer. Either way, it definitely gave me a chub. Before it got dark, Kyle asked to play basketball in the driveway. My dad had put up a hoop hoping I would be into sports, although I never was. “Sure, I’ll watch, you know I suck”, I said laughing. Of course my brother Chris heard us as we walked down the hall and he just had to chime in, “He sure does”, shooting me an evil glance. My face blushed even though I knew Kyle would not have gotten Chris’ joke. We went outside and I watched Kyle play. He was in his basketball jersey, blue shorts, long white socks, and sandals. The kind of sandals that just have the single band going over the top of the foot. I watched him pretend he was playing against an invisible opponent, dodging, jumping, and shooting. As he jumped to take a shot, I saw his package bounce up against his shorts. “Dude, really, are you not wearing underwear”, I didn’t mean to say that outloud to him, but I definitely did. “Haha, nah man, it all needs to breathe when it can”, he replied without missing a beat. My brother Chris then came out and stood up against the wall with me. Chris leaned in and whispered to me, “I bet he’s got a bigger one than you do”, and leaned back giggling. I shoved him, “go back inside, I am not thinking about him like that”, a total and complete lie. “But I want to go to the river with you”, he said almost whining. “Sorry bro, not this time. I need to hangout with someone my age sometimes”. Chris walked inside, obviously disappointed. Of course, sharing my brothers mouth with Kyle certainly crossed my mind but I knew that was out of reach. I could see that Kyle was getting sweaty, which made my mind go wild. I was already imagining all the things I hoped would happen during our time together over the weekend. After Kyle finished his game against himself, we went back into the house and to my room. He sat on the foot of my bed and of course I sat next to him. He kicked off his sandals and flopped backwards laying down. “So, what are we going to do when we get to the river tomorrow?”, he asked slowly as if he was still exhausted from his solo game. “We can do whatever; swim, take out the jet skis, watch some porn, you know…whatever we want”, I used a joking tone when mentioning porn just to see how he would react. “All I get to do is watch porn, kadıköy travesti Sheila refuses to actually try anything”, Sheila being his girlfriend. Sheila was the younger sister of the most popular high school girl. She was concerned about her reputation more than anything. “Damn, so you’re a virgin?”, I asked Kyle. “Yea man, but I want to know what it’s like. I’ve seen videos and jack off like 100 times a day”, Kyle laughed. “Same man”, as I laid back next to him. I looked over, and I could see Kyle had only a few hairs starting to grow under his arms. At this point I had a bit of bush under there, not a lot, but enough to cover the pit. “Well, until I finally get a girl to do something, it’s just me and my hand” “Yea, I know the feeling” I said thinking that it would never be a girl to get me off. “I’m going to take a shower, I’ll see you in a bit” Kyle said as he started to get off the bed. “Alright man, but don’t jack off in my bath tub. I don’t want to step in your cum when I shower tonight”, although I wouldn’t have minded finding some of his left over cum in my tub. “No promises” I heard him say as he closed my bathroom door that connected to my bedroom. Shortly after the door closed, it cracked open again. He threw out his dirty clothes, including his shorts and socks which I quickly scooped up for him. Although, I did sneak his dirty socks in my drawer. While I was disappointed he showered, half hoping he would sleep next to me sweaty, his shower was not nearly long enough for a jack off session – which excited me knowing he was holding out. He came out of the bathroom in only a towel. I could see his young chest, tight stomach, and a pronounced V-Shape, and hairless abdomen. I had to stop myself from ripping that towel off and falling to my knees. Knowing he would think I was gay and tell the world. “Turn around, I need to get dressed”, Kyle said as he motioned for me to turn around. “What, don’t want me seeing your tiny D”, I joked back – still not turning around. “Ha, I just don’t want you to feel bad if you see how much I got even though I’m younger than you”, he quickly quipped. Realizing I wasn’t going to turn around, he just turned to have his ass facing me and dropped his towel. I jokingly whistle at him, as if it were a cat call. He returns the joke by shaking his butt and slowly bending over to put on his pajama pants – again no underwear. He clearly was not shy. “Dude, we are sleeping in the same bed, are you not going to put on some underwear” I ask him, hoping to get some information as to why he would go to bed with me without underwear. Hoping it was because he was hoping for something. “I usually sleep naked, you’re lucky I’m wearing anything”, he answered. Lucky, I thought to myself, I would be lucky if you would just get naked now and let me loose my virginity in your 12 year old ass. Luckily, I stopped bakırköy travesti myself from saying that out loud. Instead I just said, “well, I sleep naked too and I still haven’t decided if I’m wearing anything tonight”. “You do you”, he says back, “but if I wake up sticky I’m kicking your ass”….we both just laugh – unfortunately ending this conversation. It was my turn to shower. Before going into the bathroom, I retrieved Kyle’s recently stolen socks, wrapped them in my towel, and took them into the bathroom with me. Of course, I checked the bathroom for any signs of Kyle jacking off. As I suspected, there was nothing to be found. Even my “special lotion” was untouched. I took the privacy as an opportunity and sniffed the socks I had stolen from him earlier that day. The smell instantly made me hard. I grabbed my lotion, held his still damp sock against my face, and beat my dick like never before. “Dude, really, I can hear you from out here”, I heard Kyle say through the bathroom door. I just laughed loud enough for him to hear me. I debated whether I should just keep going or if that would weird him out. I decided not to try my luck and got in the shower – still throbbing. After coming out of the bathroom, Kyle was already in the bed, shirtless, the blanket over him up just past his stomach, and scrolling on his phone. I thought to myself, this is the best sight ever. A beautiful jock boy laying shirtless in my bed, waiting for me to join him. I quickly pushed the thought from mind before I got hard again. Now that I was just wearing basketball shorts, there would be no where to hide my boner. “Put away your gay porn, you can’t be watching that shit if we’re sharing a bed” I said jokingly – although definitely hoping it were true. “Oh yea man, you know I need to see some big cock before I can sleep”, he joked back. It was fairly common for guys in our group to make gay jokes all the time. I always hoped when he or others made jokes like that they were true, but they never were. I thought about just yanking down my shorts and saying, well here you go, but instead I just said, “Well, if you need to see a big cock – I’ve got one you can see in real life. Especially since you interrupted my me time” “Maybe later, we have to get up early tomorrow, I don’t want to wear you out too much”. As soon as he said that I could feel myself getting harder. I quickly jumped into the bed next to him and got under the blankets as quickly as possible to hide my growing dick. “Fuck, I wish he wasn’t joking” I said in my head. The bed was just large enough that we could lay next to each other with only a few inches of space between us. He set the alarm on his phone, set it on the floor, and quickly fell asleep laying on his back. I barely slept at all. A million different scenarios raced through my mind. After each one, I felt guilty as if just the thoughts themselves were the sin that would send me to hell. How sick I must be to even think of the preacher’s son like this. What if my preacher found out. Fuck it, I’m just a kid, I’m sure every kid deals with this. I’ll grow out of it, I reasoned. I could not wait for this weekend!