Everyone Has a Secret

Copyrighted 2012 © Damian Anderson

Edited by Gerald Hawding

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Everyone has a Story

A story by Danny

Everyone! And I do mean EVERYONE, has some sort of deviant bent that, if it ever became public knowledge, would destroy them.

The sixteen-year-old girl at the burger joint, taking your order, always wears long sleeve shirts. She smiles as she asks if you would like fries, but behind that smile is the secret that she cuts herself just to remind her that she’s still alive.

The twenty-one year-old guy who plugged your car tire last week after you ran over a nail on your way to work, drinks himself unconscious every night because he cannot deal with the fact that in High School, he, and some friends gang raped some girl at a party.

There is the professional woman who goes to work every day in her nearly new BMW, lives in a very nice home, in the best neighborhood, and has two beautiful children.  No one would suspect that at home, behind closed doors, her husband beats her and their children every night.

And how about the thirty-four year-old High School history teacher who has won more teaching awards than most can count, is admired and loved by every student and parent, and is rumored to be in line to be the next superintendent of the school district. He’s married to his High School sweetheart and has a twelve-year-old daughter and a new son on the way. No one would ever suspect, that several nights a week, he drives down to a park where he cruses for a young man or sometimes the occasional High School boy, who he then takes to a sleazy motel just outside of town.

By the way, I’m that High School history teacher. My student’s call me Mr. Lecher, friends and coworkers call me Rogan. So yeah, that’s my deviant bent that would just destroy me if it ever became public. I love fucking guys nearly half my age! Don’t get me wrong here, I love my wife and am very much sexually attracted to her, but I also love young cock!

I’ve never had a problem balancing my two lives, ever, until two weeks ago, the start of this school year. Well, actually, I suppose it started at the end of the previous school year. That’s when I met Teddy.

Teddy wasn’t the normal kind of guy I would cruise Dickler’s Park for, but on that particular evening, I arrived at the park later than normal and thus, my pickings were slim. Normally, I don’t even get out of my car. I simply drive slowly through the park and eventually some cute guy will make eye contact with me. But on that evening, I found myself out of the car and walking the gravel walkways in hopes of finding someone to fuck. I had been walking around for nearly half an hour and was about to start toward the car when I saw him.

There was still a bit of light left in the evening and by that light, I could see this young guy on one of those inline skateboard-scooter things, doing tricks down in the dry concrete spillway. He was good enough to cause me to pause for more than a minute to watch. He looked young, perhaps fourteen or fifteen, and thus, there was no sexual attraction… well not at first. He had slightly longer brownish-red hair. You know the type. Long enough to cover the tops of the ears and the back of the neck, but not so long that he appeared girlish. I suppose you could say that he looked like he’d missed his last haircut by about six-weeks. He was wearing a faded yellow t-shirt which was tucked into a pair of nearly new looking blue denim jeans. The one thing that stuck out to me was the fact that, he had matching red belt and Chucks.

I was just about to continue my walk back to my car when the kid wiped out, and I mean in a very bad way. His scooter-board thing must have hit a small rock or something because, it suddenly stopped and the boy didn’t until he hit the concrete, head first.

“Holy shit kid! Are you alright?” I shouted down at him, but he neither responded nor moved.

Before I even knew I had moved I was sliding down the concrete wall into the ravine. I no sooner reached his side and he rolled over and sat up.

“FUCK!” he shouted while looking at the rip in his jeans.

I, on the other hand, was more focused on the blood running down his forehead. Pulling a handkerchief from my breast pocket, I attempted to place it against the kids’ forehead to stop the bleeding. It was only then that I became aware of the fact that, up to that second, the boy hadn’t even noticed me.

When he finally did, his entire body jolted with shock and he hit my hand away.

“Holy fuck! Who the hell are you?” he shouted with alarm, “Get the fuck away from me!”

“I saw you fall! You’re bleeding!” I said, and with those words, the boy began to freak out. He was wailing like a seriously pissed off cat. It was all I could do to get him to hold still so that I could press my handkerchief against his forehead.

You’d think all the noise he was making would have brought other’s around to see what all the fuss was about, but no one came. Hell, I’d only seen three people the whole time I had been walking around the park, and two of those were on bikes going the other way and the third was busy getting stoned out of her mind.

I started to pull my cell phone out to call for help, but stopped myself. The adult in me knew I should get the boy some help, but the professional in me knew that doing so would be very bad for keeping my two lives separate.

After a couple minutes, the boy started to calm down and I was able to get a better look at his head. It wasn’t nearly as bad as I first thought. He’d just busted his left eyebrow, and it didn’t even look like he needed stitches. He’d probably have a good shiner by the next morning.

“My mom is going to kill me!” he sobbed and wiped his snotty nose on the back of his bare arm.

“No! Why would you think that?” I asked without really thinking what I was saying.

“She said, if I got my new pants dirty…” he started to say but commenced to cry so heavily that he could no longer speak again.

I looked at his pants. The right knee was torn, and the skin below it was scrapped pretty badly. His yellow shirt also looked like a crime scene.

Between sobs, he managed to say, “I’m not even allowed to play at this park.”

That didn’t surprise me at all. Any parent who know what goes on at Dickler’s Park wouldn’t want their child anywhere near it, which is funny because, it isn’t uncommon to see parents and kids playing on the playground equipment, riding bikes, or having picnics in the summer. Also, Dickler’s Park is also where the city’s annual Fourth of July carnival and fireworks display are held.

I suddenly had a thought of how I could make sure the boy got the help he needed while covering both our asses.

“I’ve got an idea. How about if I take you home…” I started to say as the boy’s face went white with fear, “Now don’t panic! We can tell your mother you crashed somewhere else! Somewhere you are allowed.”

His eyes brightened just a bit before he exclaimed, “THE ALLEY!”

He said it so forcefully that he caused his head to pound and for a second I thought he was going to pass out. At the very least his tears began to flow again but thankfully he didn’t recommence with the wailing.

“Whoa, there! Take it easy.” I said, trying to calm him back down, “We can say I was pulling into the alley and you swerved to miss my car and crashed.”

It took a minute or two before the boy was ready to try to get up. Up to this point, it hadn’t even occurred to either of us that we had no idea who the other was.

He started to move like he was going to get up when I asked, “By the way, I’m Rogan. What’s your name?”

“Teddy!” he said while attempting to get to his feet. From the sound of him, he was hurting all over.

He had barely gotten his name out when he suddenly stopped moving. I don’t even think he was breathing. He had become motionless, like someone had hit him with a freeze-ray.

“Are you all right?” I asked.

No sooner had I asked it when the boy’s face went a sort of sickly gray and his eyes filled once more with tears. I had a second or two to reconsider calling for help just before the smell hit me. It took another second or two for me to realize that, when Teddy had started to get up, he’d soiled himself.

He lowered himself back down and, unlike before when he was wailing and screaming, now he simply lay there crying with his hands over his face to hide his humiliation.

“Go away!” he said from behind his hands.

I shook my head, “No! No I cannot do that! We… we just need a new plan! That’s all.”

And with that, I hooked my right arm under his knees and with my other arm, I snaked it under his pit and across his back so that I could lift him up. He wouldn’t remove his hands from his face. He was that humiliated.

It was all I could do to carry Teddy up the steep concrete embankment, and by the time I got him to my car, I realized just how out of shape I was. I wasn’t fat, but I also wasn’t as lean and athletic as I had been in High School and College.

Despite the blood and the stench of his soiled jeans, I placed Teddy in the front seat of my car and buckled him in before walking around and climbing behind the wheel.

I had put the key in the ignition but hadn’t started the engine. I was sitting there holding the steering wheel and trying to think how to salvage this. The boy needed looking after and I couldn’t allow anyone to know I’d found him at a park known for gay’s to cruse for sex.

“Wait! What time do your parents expect you home?” I asked.

Teddy didn’t answer. He was still balling behind his hands.

I placed my hand on his left knee and asked again, “Teddy, what time are you supposed to be home?”

He huffed and sniffled and coughed before answering with a barely understandable, “Eight.”

“Eight? Well, that gives us nearly an hour and a half!” I said with mounting excitement as a plan began to form in my head.

I started the car, “I can fix this! Trust me, I can fix this for us both.”

“Both?” he asked as I threw the car into gear and kicked up gravel as I sped out of the parking lot.

“I know a place we can go to get you cleaned up and we can still get you home before anyone misses you. We won’t even need the alley excuse!”

I happen to glance over Teddy’s way and saw that his hands were lowered enough that he could see and was looking forward out the windshield for all of ten seconds before he covered them again.

The smell hit me again and I knew it must have reached his nose again which was why he’d covered his face once more. I lowered the windows and drove the fourteen minute trip to the motel in just under eight minutes.

I already had the key to the room as I pay for the room in advance every week. As I pulled to a stop in the parking lot, I again looked over to Teddy who still had his face covered and was still crying.

Placing my hand on his knee again, I tried to reassure him, “I promise, we’ll make this better!” and with that, I got out of the car, unlocked the motel room door and then went to help Teddy out of my car and into the room where he could get cleaned up.

Opening the car door, I said, “Think you can walk in?”

“Where are we?” he asked without uncovering his eyes.

I squatted down beside him, reached out and pulled his hands down. “Listen, we’re somewhere no one will know you or pay the least bit of attention. You can go in there,” I pointed to the open door, “get cleaned up. No one needs to ever know about…” I didn’t want to say it so I just nodded my head. He knew what I meant.

“Why?” he asked.

“Why what? Don’t you want to get cleaned up?” I asked in return.

He shook his head, “No, I mean, why are you helping me? You don’t even know me!”

I nodded in agreement, “That’s true, but I am not so old that I don’t remember what it is like to be embarrassed or to get in trouble.”

I looked at my watch, “If we hurry, you can get cleaned up and we can get you home before you are missed.”

For a moment, he just sat there looking at me before he finally allowed a hint of a smile to appear.

“There we go!” I smiled back, “Let’s get you up. Think you can do it yourself?”

“Yeah,” he answered.

He climbed from the car and walked with a very noticeable limp toward the open door.

Inside the room, I closed the door behind us and said, “The bathroom is in there. If you toss me out your pants, I’ll see what I can do to deal with that rip. He continued toward the bathroom, “There are towels and washcloths on the shelf over the toilet. Take a shower and see if you can wash some of that blood out of your shirt too.”

A minute after the bathroom door closed, it reopened and his arm came out holding his pants. “Here,” was all he said.

I had been sitting on the side of the bed trying to think, but when I saw the pants I jumped into action. Snatching the pants out of his hand, I said, “I’ll be back as quick as I can. Just wait in the room, if you get cleaned up before I return.”

With that, I left, locking the door for his safety. I then got back in my car, which still smelled a bit despite the fact that the windows were still down. I raced over to Mega-Barn which was only about nine miles from the motel. I quickly made my way to the boy’s department, secretly hoping no one recognized me. It took longer than I thought it should before I found an exact pair of pants like Teddy’s. I then made my way to the checkout and almost got out of the store before seeing someone I know.

His name is Nathaniel, and I’ve picked him up at the park several times. He’s one of the few guys I’ve picked up who I have ever asked his name, or given mine too.

“Nathaniel!” his name was across my lips before I had even realized I’d thought it.

“SHIT!” I muttered to myself.

Nathaniel turned toward me, and for the briefest of seconds, his face was blank, but then recollection hit him and he smiled.

I thought my heart was going to explode in my chest! Why the hell did I call out his name?

Nathaniel started to wave but then looked over his right shoulder, then back to me and winked before he turned and bounced away.

“Holy shit!” I thought, or did I say it out loud.

At any rate, I quickly exited the store and once in my car, sped back to the motel. By the time I returned, over a half-hour had passed.

As I put the key in the lock, I fully expected to open the door and either find the boy gone, or find him sitting on the bed waiting for me. Neither was the case. I walked in and found the boy lying on the bed, completely nude and sound asleep. He was lying face up with his left arm hanging over the side of the bed and his right hand resting on his tummy.

Once more, I found myself having two thoughts at once. The adult in me was telling me to get a towel and cover the boy before waking him, so as not to embarrass him further, however, something else in me was louder and stronger than the adult and it kept me from moving. I stood there at the foot of the bed watching the nude child sleeping. His chest and stomach rose and fell with each breath. There were a few hairs on either side of his dick, but aside from those, the boy’s body was hairless. I found myself reevaluating my previous notion that the boy looked to be fourteen or fifteen. Seeing him lying there, completely exposed to me, I knew he couldn’t be more than thirteen and by the size of his dick and balls, he may even be younger.

I’d never in my life looked at someone so young in a sexual way. Even when I was that age and sexually active, I always had sex with High School guys or guys in their twenties. I suppose that is because my first ever sexual experience was three days passed my twelfth birthday and was with my older brother’s college roommate who was twenty.

His name was Seth. He and my brother were home for Thanksgiving. I never did learn why Seth hadn’t gone to his own family for Thanksgiving, but then again, if he had, I’m sure my twelfth Thanksgiving would have turned out much different. Mom had sent my brother and Seth to the store to pick something up we needed. For some reason, I don’t remember, I went along with them. Despite it being Thanksgiving, the big grocery store was open and boy was it crazy packed, and it was raining like mad. We had to park in the furthest part of the parking lot. Seth and I ended up staying in the car while my brother went after whatever mom had sent him to get.

I remember Seth was in the front seat with the radio jamming to some very loud rock band. He turned to me in the back seat and motioned for me to come up front with him. As a kid, my parents never allowed us kids in the front seat of a car, even when it wasn’t moving. They always said, kids should be in the back and buckled in at all times. So, being invited to the front by Seth, who in my eyes was an adult, was about the coolest thing ever to me. I wasted no time climbing over the seat.

I had, for the most part, dived headfirst. Seth had reached out to help me and pulled me the rest of the way, but instead of putting me on the seat, he placed me on his lap.

When my brother had gotten out of the car, it had been raining hard, but it was nothing to what started coming down once I had moved to the front seat with Seth. It was raining so hard, we couldn’t even see two feet outside the windows of the car, and when the lightning went off, it was like the windows were search lights and the thunder would shake the car.

The radio was playing so loud that Seth had to put his mouth right by my ear and shout for me to hear him.

“Don’t be scared!” he said to me, and I had thought he meant not to be scared of the thunder and lightning, but now, I think he might have meant something else.

There was a huge flash of lightning followed by the loudest clap of thunder. It was so loud that my entire body had jumped.

I then felt Seth take hold of my face, turn me so that we were nose to nose and then he kissed me. I was shocked at first and didn’t know what to do, but then his tongue snaked between my lips and forced my teeth apart. I hadn’t ever in my life kissed anyone but my own parents, but I’d heard of French Kissing on the school playground and knew it was done with tongues and assumed that what Seth was doing must be that. I then opened my mouth and accepted his tongue.

He pulled back and said, “You are one hot stud.”

I think I blushed and replied, saying something like, “Thanks.”

He then pulled my face forward and this time, sucked my tongue into his mouth while his hands began to explore my body. Before I knew it, he had my shirt pulled up and was unbuttoning my pants. I remember just sitting there and watching his hands work to get my zipper down. He then took hold of me again and forced me to lie on the seat while he leaned over and began to give me my first ever blow job (something else I had heard about on the playground but never experienced). I don’t remember him pulling my pants and underwear down, I only remember that once second they were up and then they were down around my knees.

He first sucked on my dick, which at that age wasn’t even two inches long, but boy was it rock hard! Then he started licking my balls before engulfing my dick and balls into his mouth at the same time. The feelings he was giving me were beyond description and in less than three minutes, I had my very first orgasm. Albeit dry.

“I got to pee!” I shouted, trying to be heard over the loud music.

He didn’t stop.

“SETH, I AM GOING TO PEE!” I shouted again, and then it happened.

It only lasted twenty, maybe thirty seconds, but it felt much, much longer than that.

Before I had a chance to come down from my first sexual high, Seth stopped sucking on my dick, looked up at me and smiled just before he took hold of me and flipped me over. I didn’t have time to wonder what he was doing before I felt the weirdest and most incredible feeling I’d ever felt in my life. I didn’t know at the time what he’d done, but now I know that Seth had buried his face between my cheeks and had thrust his tongue into my very soon to be non-virgin hole. The feelings he was giving me were overpowering. I couldn’t think, couldn’t act, or do anything but lie there face down on the front seat of my brother’s car while Seth’s tongue went where no tongue had gone before!

And just when I started to feel that tingly feeling inside me again, like I was going to pee, Seth stopped, lifted me off the seat, facing away from him.

He had ahold of me by the upper arms, clamping them to my side so that I couldn’t use my arms at all as he lowered me back down onto his lap. For the fourth time in the space of ten minutes, I had no idea what was coming. However, unlike the first three, this one wasn’t instant pleasure. Just the opposite was true.

Without care or tenderness, Seth lowered me down as his cock entered my well lubricated ass. Now I know why he had the music so loud. It was so anyone that might be walking by couldn’t hear me scream.

At first, it hurt so bad, all I could do was scream as he held me so that I couldn’t get away or get off his dick. He would lift me then drop me over and over each time I screamed, but after ten or fifteen times, I found that I wasn’t screaming, but I was still crying because it burned so bad. It felt like I had flames shooting out of my ass each time he would drop me down on his dick. Also, when he would drop me, it would feel like someone was punching me in the stomach, but from the inside.

I have no idea when he’d removed my shirt completely, but it was while he was fucking me raw that I had looked down to see my shirt was completely off me and lying on the floor of the car by the gas pedal. I also remember when I looked down as he dropped me onto his cock, I could see my insides bulge as his cock filled me. I never actually got to see his cock, but if I had to guess, I would say it had to be seven to eight inches long, judging by the way my stomach would poke out.

I lost track of how many times he lifted and dropped me back down, but at some point, the burning had… well it didn’t go away, instead, it sort of changed. It no longer felt like a bad burning but more like a good burning. And before I knew it he wasn’t so much as lifting and dropping me as I was bouncing myself with him holding on to me to guide me.

Soon I felt his grip tighten on my arms and he pulled me down so that his cock was buried deeply in my ass. I felt it swell and stretch my hole more and then begin to throb, repeating for eight or nine times before it stopped. He held me in place, his chin resting on my right shoulder and my head back, resting on his left shoulder. We were both panting and gasping for breath.

Without a word being spoken, he lifted me off his cock, pulled my underwear and pants into place, and as he reached for my shirt, I buttoned and zipped my pants. He pulled my shirt over my head and then pushed me over the seat and back into the back seat. I dropped down, flipped myself and bucked the seatbelt while I watched Seth fumbled to get himself back in order.

We sat in silence for over ten minutes before my brother returned, completely soaking wet and beyond pissed because he couldn’t find the car and had been running around in the rain for nearly fifteen minutes. I shudder to think what he would have done or said had he found the car before Seth and I had finished.

Back at the house, Seth never made eye contact with me, nor acknowledged my existence at all during the entire holiday break. I started to feel like I had done something wrong. That is, until the evening before Seth and my brother were due to return to college.

Seth came into my room where he found me sitting at my desk, working on a model of the Space shuttle, which I had received for Christmas. He grabbed my head, pulled it backward and kissed me deeply, again sliding his tongue into my mouth. The kiss lasted a good minute before he stopped. He then placed his mouth next to my ear and whispered, “Thanks for the best holiday break ever!” He then stood up and walked out of my room. I never saw Seth again, but I have never forgotten him either.

So there I was, standing at the foot of the motel bed, looking down at Teddy’s nude, sleeping body, and telling myself that he was way too young. Then the boy’s eyes opened, a toothy smile engulfed his face from ear-to-ear, and his immature penis began to swell.

It was my turn to be embarrassed, but I tried to play it off as I lifted the shopping bag and announced, “I bought you a new pair of pants! Just like yours!”

But he wasn’t distracted by the bag or the new pants. He pulled his arms back, rose up and propped himself up on his elbows while he continued to smile at me.

God help me, my dick began to swell inside my pants. I quickly moved the shopping bag to hide Teddy’s view,  but I’d been too slow and he’d seen.

“I knew it!” Teddy said as his smile widened even more.

I found myself asking, “Knew what?”

“Why you were at the park.” he said, “I saw you there before.”

I could feel my face flushing red hot and despite so much blood rushing to my head, my dick still swelled to near full engorgement.

He glanced down at his now fully erect dick which stood straight up and had to be two and a half inches long but was pencil thin. His balls were shriveled up, he was probably cold.

“You can suck it if you want.” Teddy offered.

I shook my head, “Teddy I can’t. You are entirely too young.”

His eyes narrowed ever so slightly and his smile slowly melted away. He then shrugged, pushed himself up onto his knees, grabbed the bag out of my hands and said, “Your loss!”

Then, he got a good look at the bulge in my pants and the smile returned.

“Your mouth might be saying no, but your dick is saying yes, yes, yes!”

It never ceases to surprise me with the words that come out of kids mouths.

He then tossed the bag on the floor and, despite his scrapped knee, he crawled forward until he was less than a foot away from me and looking straight up at me.

“Teddy this isn’t right.” I said, but he ignored me and placed his hand right over my swollen member.

Any resistance I had went right out the window when he touched me. Before I knew what I was doing, I had pulled off my shirt, kicked off my shoes and was quickly removing my pants.

Teddy had dropped his backside towards the bed and waited the twenty some seconds it took me to completely strip. I then reached under his arms, lifted him and laid him down on the bed properly before I lowered myself onto him and began to kiss him. It was clear that he had some experience, but probably only by watching guys at the park and not ever any actual physical experience.

Just as vehemently as Seth had been with me on my first time, I was exactly the same with Teddy. A fever had come over me as I ravaged that boy, and at no time during any of it did I question my actions. Not until I had finished with him.

I kissed him passionately, forcing my tongue into his mouth and sucking his into mine. I soon had the boy moaning, either from pleasure, or the fact that I might have been crushing him underneath me.

Taking hold of his upper arms, I rolled over while I lifted him up, and then lowered him so that his balls entered my mouth first. From this position, I had to work to get to his dick as it stuck straight up against his abdomen, but I managed to get it into my mouth anyway. When I did, the boy threw his head back and gasped with pleasure.

I didn’t allow him to reach the point of climax. Instead, grabbing him by the hips, I lifted him again and lowered him so that he was sitting on my face. My tongue worked his innocent little rosebud until he was panting like a dog, throwing his head around like some sort of possessed ragdoll.

Again, I didn’t let him go all the way. As soon as I thought he was getting close, I lifted him off my face and rolled him onto his back.

He looked up at me with glassy, expectant eyes as I lifted his legs and folded him in half so that his knees were beside his ears. I then lined up my cock, and with no tenderness at all, shoved it in. I remembered that when Seth had done that to me, I had screamed bloody murder, and not having a massive thunder storm to cover Teddy’s screams, I prepared to use a pillow if necessary. However, I never had to use it. Although Teddy’s mouth opened like he was going to scream, nothing came out other than frantic gasps of air which he took between thrusts.

Like I said, I wasn’t gentle. I went all the way in with the first push, and began to ride him hard. I was using long strokes and ramming back into him so fiercely that he was sliding up the bed a little each time.

Unlike Seth, I didn’t last very long at all. Five minutes at the most before I shot my load into the boy. And when I was done filling his intestines with my man juices, I did not pull out of him. Instead, I started to fuck him again, only slower and with shorter strokes. It took a good ten or twelve minutes of this before my dick recovered enough to become engorge again. This time however, I wanted to make the boy cum with me.

Wrapping my arms around Teddy, I again rolled over so that the boy was now lying, still folded in half, but onto me. I pushed him into a sitting position with his feet in my arm pits. I then reached down, took hold of his hips and began to lift him up and down. He got the idea and swung his feet around so that he was kneeling, but was careful not to allow my dick to come out of his ass. Once he was in position, he began to bounce, slowly at first, and then faster and harder. I then took hold of his small dick between my thumb and forefinger. We got into a rhythm as I stroked him and he bobbed up and down on my cock.

Just as he was about to cum, his hole clamped so tightly on my dick that it felt like a man’s fist was trying to squeeze it. I came so forcefully that I nearly blacked out. My orgasm is what had finally sent Teddy over the edge and caused him to finally climax too. When he finally came, I was surprised to see him shoot three streams of clear liquid onto my chest, the first of which, nearly hit me in the chin.

When it was over, Teddy fell forward onto my chest, burying his face in my neck as we both panted for air. And despite the fact that there had been a plan and urgency to get him cleaned up and home before eight, we both fell asleep.

There was a knock at the door of the motel room that woke me up but not Teddy. At some point, while we slept, my limp dick came out of Teddy who had rolled off me and was lying in a little ball beside me on the bed.

Never in all the years that I have used that motel had I ever had a knock at the door. Probably because I’d never stayed longer than the time it took to fuck some guy. I think my longest ever was something like two hours. As I rolled off the bed and frantically looked for my pants they knocked again. It was then that I realized I had a naked boy, lying in the bed, fully exposed to anyone who might be on the other side of that door.

Then I heard a familiar voice, “Rogan? It’s me Nathaniel! Rogan are you there?”

I had found my pants and pulled them on without bothering to locate my underwear. I was zipping them up as I reached the door only to find that I hadn’t locked it when I came back.

I didn’t open the door all the way, but instead, only opened it a crack. Nathaniel was standing there looking rather concerned, and I could see why. It was dark out. Very dark.

“Shit! What time is it?” I asked of Nathaniel.

“Nearly eleven!” was his shocking answer.

I ran a hand through my hair, “Oh fuck!”

“I saw your car and figured something was up. You are always long gone by now.” He said.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I cursed.

He then said, “Your wife probably thinks you are dead.”

“That’s not half my problem.” I stated as I stepped aside enough to allow Nathaniel to see Teddy, curled up on the bed with his back to us.

I wasn’t worried about Nathaniel seeing Teddy because I knew that, despite having sex with men, Nathaniel had confessed to me that he preferred boys Teddy’s age.

“He was supposed to be home by eight. His father and mother probably have the police looking for him by now.” I said.

Nathaniel looked around to be sure no one was watching them, then pushed himself into the room and closed the door.

“You helped me that one time, so now I want to help you.” He said; referring to the time some guy tried to force him into a truck at the park. I had acted like Nathaniel’s father and that I was pissed off that I had a fagot for a son. The guy was so scared that he jumped into his truck and took off.

“Where’s your phone?” He asked.

I looked around and found it lying on the floor near the foot of the bed along with my underwear. I handed it to him and he proceeded to take it apart.

“You’re going to have to tell your wife that you lost it.” He said, “and get a new one.”

“But all my contacts are…” I started to say.

That’s when he handed me the memory card.

“Put this in the new phone and you’ll have them back.” He said.

“What will I say about coming home late?” I asked.

“I got an idea for that too. Saw it on TV. We’ll have to change your tire and put a hole in the one we take off.” He said with a smirk as he walked over to the door, opened it, stepped out and began to chuck the different parts of my phone in random directions before closing the door again.

He then looked at Teddy who was still sound asleep.

“We need to wake him up, get him dressed and…” Nathaniel started to say but right then Teddy began to stir.

When he spotted Nathaniel standing next to me, his eyes shot open and he became very frightened again.

Holding out a hand, I said, “It’s alright, this is a friend. We, that is, you and I, fell asleep. It’s eleven o’clock at night.”

“WHAT?” Teddy exclaimed while trying to cover his privates with his hands so that Nathaniel couldn’t see.

“It’s alright Teddy. Nathaniel is going to help fix this, isn’t that right Nathaniel?”

“OH MY GOD, I AM SO DEAD!” Teddy began to cry.

“No you aren’t! All we have to do is drop you off in a neighborhood sort of near your house. Then you tell someone you are lost. The police will come and take you home. All you have to do is stick to the story that you got lost and do a lot of crying.” Nathaniel explained to Teddy.

Teddy, with tears running down his face and his hands still covering his nudity, looked from Nathaniel to me before sniffling.

“Damn Nathaniel, that’s brilliant!” I said while slapping him on the back.

“It’s not my idea. I watch a lot of TV.” He confessed.

“I’ll never complain again about students watching television instead of doing their homework.” I said, which made Nathaniel chuckle.

Nathaniel looked around, “Where’s your clothes?” he asked Teddy.

“His shirts probably in the bathroom and I had to buy him new pants. There in that bag.” I said, and Nathaniel gave me a questioning look.

“It’s a long story and to be honest, I don’t think I would believe it myself.” I said, trying to sound amusing.

Teddy rolled himself across the bed, grabbed the bag and ran to the bathroom while still using one hand to cover his boyhood.

I started to remove my own pants so that I could properly dress while giving my keys to Nathaniel so that he could go start changing the tire.

“I’ll be right out to give you a hand.” I said.

“No rush, it’s not my first tire change.” He said which surprised me, given his age.

“Rogan, what about underwear?” Teddy shouted from the bathroom.

“Didn’t you clean yours earlier?” I asked.

“Noooo! I flushed them!” He shouted through the door.

“You did what?” I gasped, “No, never mind! Just put on the pants without underwear! Is your shirt still wet? Did you get all the blood out?”

There was a pause.

“It’s mostly dry and still there’s some blood.” He said followed by, “Oh, I know, I can say I crashed and thought I was going to the doctor when I got lost.”

“Wow! That’s actually better!” I said, “But in that case, you should put on your torn pants instead.”

He came out wearing only the shirt which didn’t look much better than it had before he washed it. Another place and time, I would have found his half nakedness tempting, but I was in panic mode and in no mood for sex.

He pulled on his old pants and asked, “What about these?” while holding up the new pants.

“I’ll take them back, or throw them away.” I chuckled.

Within no time, we were both dressed and heading out of the motel room. We found Nathaniel pulling off the tire which was already flat.

“How’d you make it flat?” I asked.

Instead of answering my query, he asked, “Can you help me put it in the trunk?”

“Why don’t you get in the car while we finish this?” I said to Teddy.

“Hang on a second.” Nathaniel said as he stood up, walked over to Teddy and punched him right in the same eyebrow that had been bleeding before.

Teddy began crying right away but Nathaniel quickly dropped and hugged him, Sorry about that little man, but I had to do it. “You looked too good to pull this off without more blood.”

“Shit Nathaniel, you didn’t have to hit the…” I started to say but Teddy stopped me.

“No it’s alright!” he said while sniffling and wiping away his tears, “He’s right! It’ll look better.”

“Don’t get blood on the car! Use your shirt to cover it.” Nathaniel said as he pushed Teddy toward the passage side.

I lifted the tire and carried around to the back while Nathaniel slid the small donut tire onto the back of my car.

“Okay I think we’re good!” I said as I made sure the lug nuts were tight before tossing the wrench into the truck and closing it.

I went back into the room to be sure I didn’t leave anything that housekeeping would find and question. That included the new boy pants, which I carried out and tossed in the big brown dumpster.

Nathaniel went along with us to help us find the right place to drop Teddy off, somewhere safe, yet far enough from home to make his story real. I was just saying goodbye to Teddy when he exclaimed, “My blade-board! Oh shit I bet it is still at the park! What if someone finds it? My name is on it!”

“I’ll get it and… uh… maybe it is best if I make it go away.” I said, “And I’m sure if you really play up the tears, your mom and dad will buy you a new one.”

With that, Nathaniel and I sped away leaving Teddy behind.

“Wait a second! What about you? Aren’t your parent’s He laughed, “Nah, ever since I told them I’m gay, they don’t care what I do or even if I come home.”

“Oh Nathaniel, that is horrible!” I exclaimed.

“Actually, it’s not. At least now, they aren’t constantly trying to fix me up with every girl my mother sees.” He said, “Just drop me off up there at the Snack-Shack. I can walk home from there. You need to get yourself home.”

I gave Nathaniel a long kiss goodbye and thanked him for all his help before letting him get out of the car.

Although I continued to pick up Nathaniel from time to time, I never saw Teddy at the park again. However, it wasn’t the last I saw of him. Three years later I’d once again get to see Teddy in of all places, my classroom. But that’s another story!

THE END

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