by Zane Menzy
Keegan knew he should be filling out hostel accommodation for university next year, but he kept putting it off, unsure if he really wanted to go anymore. His reason for what his mum called “a sudden change of heart,” was his biggest secret in the world, one he didn’t even know he had ‘till six months ago. He looked down at his sticky soft cock and imagined his secret sucking it clean.
His girlfriend, Tess, certainly had no intention of doing it. They had been dating for two years and still she hadn’t put out. No fuck, no blow job. All they ever did on the rare occasion was frisky foreplay. Sticky fingers were the full extent of their love life. She would let him finger her pussy while she stroked his dick, giving him a hand job which always felt a bit too rough for his liking.
They saw each other on weekends and Keegan had begun to view them not so much as a couple but each other’s reliable plus one to any parties they were invited to. Keegan had given up on Tess ever letting him fuck her. He just lived through porn and imagining fun times with his secret. He felt doomed to die a virgin and never actually join the club.
The Club was the term his best mate, Liam, had coined when he lost his virginity at fifteen. He crowed with pride how he had cycled fifteen kilometers to visit Sadie Wallace and fucked her for five hours. Liam did like to tell tall tales. Still, he wasn’t lying that he had sex—that part was true.
“I can’t wait for you boys to join the club too and see what it’s all about,” Liam had spouted.
Keegan, Skippy and Tony who made up Liam’s inner circle of friends, each sat listening, bitterly jealous. All of them dying to join the club. It wasn’t a surprise to any of them it was Liam who reached this milestone first. He was the best looking of the group and extremely popular. The other three all sort of rode his coat tails.
If it were based on looks then Keegan assumed he would be next, although the late bloomer of the group thanks to puberty’s late arrival he was the next best looking. Thanks to his mother, he had inherited her attractive features. He had honey blond hair that when left too long without a haircut grew caramel-colored curls which dropped across his forehead accentuating his soft, brown eyes. His slim, smooth body—although not decked out with abs like Liam—was naturally toned and all round he figured he was a pretty good catch.
But it wasn’t Keegan who joined the club next. It was Skippy. The stupidly tall Australian lad had a pimply face and long, gangly limbs. He wasn’t exactly ugly but he wasn’t beautiful either. Still, his height led to rumors that he had a monster cock and one night at a party six months after Liam established the club, Skippy joined when Marie Thompson cornered him in the bathroom and demanded to know if the rumors were true.
This left Keegan and Tony left outside the invisible club doors, waiting to be let in. By now Keegan had started dating Tess so it seemed obvious it would be him. Little did he realize he was dating someone reluctant to let go of their virginal virtues and while he waited patiently the freckle faced, ginger haired Tony beat him to it. For his eighteenth birthday his older brother shouted him a trip to the whore parlor where he got to join the club with an overpriced ten minutes’ worth of loving. Tony had laughed about how pitiful his performance had been but it didn’t change the fact he still joined the club and now only one of the four remained on the outside. Keegan.
Keegan looked down at his drooping dick, he ran a finger up his smooth inner thighs and tugged gently on his hairy balls. He went to close the used video down and look for some lesbian porn but before he could click away from the website his bedroom door burst wide open and in walked his secret.
“Oh, fuck, man. Not again,” Liam said loudly. He keeled over laughing at Keegan quickly pulling his pants back up.
“Well, maybe if you learned to knock you wouldn’t keep walking in on me when I’m… busy,” Keegan said, his neck beginning to redden. It was times like this he was grateful to be so naturally tanned.
“Is busy what the kids are calling it these days?” Liam grinned.
Keegan dismissed the comment and rolled his eyes.
Liam jumped in the air and landed on Keegan’s unmade bed, laying down on his stomach. “You been watching ‘Two Girls, One Cup’ again?” He cocked his eyebrows, giggling at Keegan who sat back down flustered.
“Eww, gross no. I can’t believe you even showed me that video.” Just thinking of it made Keegan want to vomit.
“Yeah, pretty feral, aye.” Liam laughed to himself, running a hand through his dark hair.
Keegan loved how it was the perfect contrast to his mate’s pale skin and bright blue eyes. Liam was wearing a black singlet that showed off his broad shoulders. Keegan tried not to stare too much at his friend’s muscles.
Liam looked around at Keegan’s dirty clothes strewn across the floor. “Anyway, I came to tell you there’s been a change of plans with your birthday.”
“What do you mean a change of plans?” Keegan frowned, not liking where this was heading.
Liam lifted his face, meeting Keegan’s stare. “Your mum told me about your lame plans to have a quiet night, so I have come to tell you that me and her have made an executive decision and you’re going to be having a big piss up at your grandparent’s farm.”
Keegan shook his head. “But I don’t want a big party.”
“What you want and what you get are two different things, buddy.” Liam smiled, showing off his sexy teeth. “Keegan, you’re my best mate and you deserve… you need a proper celebration of your life on your day of days.”
Keegan laughed. “You just want an excuse to invite some chick you’re after.”
“Five actually. Figure I’d cover my bases.” Liam nodded, giving Keegan a wink.
“Is it too late for me to tell you both to cancel it,” Keegan asked.
“Far too late, I’ve already text everyone.”
Keegan groaned. “Lucky me, a huge party I never wanted.” He threw his hands up in the air mockingly.
Liam climbed off his bed and walked over to where Keegan was sitting. “Move over, there’s something I want to show you.” He motioned for Keegan to get out from the chair. Keegan stood up to let Liam have his seat, but before he could step away Liam grabbed his shoulder. “Stay still.” He stepped in towards Keegan, their face only inches apart. Liam opened his mouth and his breath rolled over Keegan’s face. “I swear you have gotten taller again, we’re nearly the same height.”
Keegan nodded. “Almost.” Liam was just on six-feet and Keegan was now only an inch shorter. Their similar heights would make them perfect kissing partners, Keegan thought to himself.
Liam gently shoved him aside and sat down, enthroning himself at the computer desk. He shuffled his feet under the table, rustling the plastic bag. He popped his head under the desk to see what he had hit. “Oh gross, Keegan.” Liam laughed and kicked the cum dump aside.
Keegan shrugged. “You make it sound like you never wank.”
“Of course I do. That is what I’m about to show you.”
Keegan felt wishful at the statement. “You’re about to show me you wanking?”
“You wish,” Liam replied.
I do actually, Keegan thought.
Liam began typing in a new search bar. “I’m about to show you this new site I’ve been using. It’s got some seriously hot shit on it.” Keegan leaned over Liam’s shoulder to get a better look. “It’s called Crashing Hearts, I found it last week.”
“Sounds like a mills and boon site,” Keegan muttered.
“I know right, but trust me, it definitely isn’t!” Liam clicked into the website. A pink main page displayed with a content warning and an invitation to enter if you were over eighteen. “Well you aren’t allowed in here ‘till Saturday and become of age, but since I’m eighteen I guess we can go in,” Liam joked.
“What would I do if I didn’t have a real adult around,” Keegan groaned.
“Yep, you’d be lost without me,” Liam said, never taking his eyes off the screen. When he clicked enter the screen spli
t in two. On one side there were videos of good-looking young people just talking into webcams. It appeared quite innocent. The other side was the polar opposite and extremely explicit. Videos played of men and women trapped in cages or dressed in rubber suits, strung from wooden beams while being whipped.
Keegan nibbled on his lip. “This looks a bit fucking heavy for my liking.”
“Nar man, it’s hot as some of these videos. Like there’s a mix of professional and amateur vids uploaded on here. Not all of them are that heavy. Some people just have video diaries sharing their sex stories.” Liam hovered the mouse cursor over to the dark side of the site and clicked on a video that featured a red headed women dressed head to toe in a black PVC suit. The video uploaded, springing to life with a kinky mood. It didn’t take long to establish this woman was a dominatrix. She had a man and woman tied together while she walked around taunting them with sex toys and threats.
“Are you into this sort of stuff?” Keegan asked, curious for an answer.
“I dunno, maybe?” He turned his head around, staring at Keegan and smiled. “But hey, who doesn’t have their kinks and secrets, right?”
You’re not wrong there.
Keegan nodded. He looked down and saw Liam scratching and tugging at his crotch. “Would you like me to leave you alone to sort yourself out,” Keegan teased.
Liam shrugged. “I wouldn’t care if you were here or not.”
Keegan felt his loins burn at what was no doubt a flippant comment his friend didn’t really mean.
Liam clicked the video shut. “Well, this baby’s in your browser history now if you ever need something a little bit spicy for those lonely days.” He stretched his arms out extravagantly and yawned.
“Thank you gifter of porn.” Keegan stared down at Liam’s smooth neck, resisting the urge to lick it.
Liam suddenly sprung to his feet, stood straight and smoothed his singlet. “Anyway I only dropped by quickly to tell you about your party. I’ve gotta head home and get ready for work. Mum wants me to go in to work and help out this afternoon.” Liam’s mum owned her own book store along the main street, she often relied on Liam to cover any sick staff on weekends. Keegan found this hilarious, he doubted Liam had ever read a book that didn’t have pictures in it.
Keegan’s face dropped, his disappointment sprinkled the room at news of his secret departing so quickly. “Okay, well I guess I will see you on Saturday.”
Liam headed towards the door. “You’ll see me before then I’m sure. I’ll call you later after work and go through arrangements for your birthday.” He threw a hand up to wave goodbye without looking back.
Keegan went to his bedroom window and watched as his secret walked away. He eyed Liam’s athletic body taking confident strides, leaving Keegan alone with a mix of lust and loathing. Any time he saw Liam it left him with a bundle of emotions; grateful for the sight of him but angry for being lumbered with such a peculiar dilemma.
What the fuck am I? Keegan no longer knew if he were straight, gay, bi, curious or just messed up. He closed his eyes and took his mind back to how these inconvenient feelings had started.
CHAPTER THREE:
Flashbacks
Although they had been friends since they were twelve, it was only six months ago that Keegan stumbled upon this new side to himself, a hungry yearning for more than just friendship with Liam. Since then, the thought of touching Liam anywhere on his body turned Keegan on like crazy!
It all happened when Keegan was walking with Liam to a party at Tony’s house. They’d already had a dozen beers between them at Keegan’s home before they set off on their cross-town journey. Walking along the path that followed the foreshore, Liam had begun talking about his favorite topic. Sex.
“Yeah, man. Amy mother-fucking Bronson,” Liam said, informing Keegan who his latest conquest had been with.
“Bullshit,” Keegan had snapped back in disbelief. “Not even you could score Amy.”
Liam flashed a boyish smile at him. “Hate to break it to you, Keegan buddy, but I did. She was a right screamer too. Honestly, when your time comes, definitely do it doggy style. You can go harder and watch your cock slide in and out.” Liam stopped walking, he stood there re-enacting his fuck motions.
Keegan had shaken his head laughing in disbelief. Amy was about the hottest girl in town. “You are one lucky bastard.”
“I know right. Too bad you aren’t.” Liam let out a cheesy laugh. Keegan threw a playful punch, hitting his mate’s shoulder.
Liam shrugged it off with another laugh. “Seriously though, Keegan, its high fucking time you nail Tess. You two have been together for bloody ever.” He took a deep breath like he was about to deliver bad news. “I reckon if you don’t use it soon the poor bugger’s just gonna fall off.” Without warning he grabbed hold of Keegan’s crotch, quickly squeezing his nuts before running ahead and smirking.
Keegan’s stomach had shot a sharp thread of pain through his body as he keeled forward in a mix of laughter and fright. “Well, I won’t ever get to use it if you fucking rip it off.”
Liam smiled, chuckling to himself. “Hold up, I gotta take a slash.” He walked towards some flax bushes lining the path, he planted his feet apart and fumbled with the belt of his jeans ‘till the crisp sound of his zipper coming down pricked Keegan’s ears.
Out of nowhere Keegan felt his dick twitch at the magical sound of something innately sexual. At first he wondered if it was a delayed retarded reaction to Liam grabbing him. Stupid cock can’t even tell what gender is touching it. Then it twitched again. What the fuck? Keegan felt an instinct tingling through his body. He casually stepped forward to be in line with Liam along the side of the path. The sea was calm and not a noise in the air ‘till Liam let out a loud groan of relief. “Ahhhhh, that’s better.”
The next noise was the sound of piss splattering on the ground. Liam went back to talking about Amy Bronson and her tight pussy, going into more detail about how deep his dick had gone inside her. The word “dick” was like a magnet and Keegan discretely turned his head to the side to get a look at his mate’s popular prick.
The lunar rays from the yellow moon lit the path brilliantly, allowing him more than enough light to get a peek at his best friend’s limp, white meat. It erupted a steady stream of piss onto the ground and Keegan couldn’t take his eyes off of the pretty-looking cock. It looked an average size but then Keegan wondered how much it grew when it was erect. Is he bigger than me? The thought did cross his mind to ask Liam how many inches his cock grew too, but Keegan knew that would just sound gay, and he wasn’t gay so why would he want to know?
Then why am I so interested in watching him take a piss?
Liam had seemed oblivious to the fact Keegan was peering over, taking in the golden showered show. Suddenly the heavy flow from the tip of Liam’s cock slowed to a dribble, he shook his tool three times before hoisting his briefs low to tuck it away. He looked over at Keegan. “Right, all good. Let’s hit it.”
The night had continued like any other but with one small difference. Like a boomerang, Liam’s dick kept swirling into Keegan’s mind, refusing to stay away. By the time they’d called it a night at Tony’s party, the first thing Keegan did when he got home was whip off his pants, grip hold of his already semi-erect cock and imagined it was Liam’s meat in his hand. He had tugged ‘till his dick sprayed cum across his bedroom floor. He had tried to blame it on all the alcohol but when he woke the next morning with a stiffy, his mind went straight back to his best mate’s prick and again his cock blew a load that stemmed from images of Liam.
From that moment on Keegan was hooked; constantly having flashbacks to this night of curiosity and strange feelings. Feelings that appeared from nowhere. These feelings had soiled his mind, leaving him with filthy thoughts that could never be cleaned. He hated and loved every minute of his dirty little secret.
CHAPTER FOUR:
A Birthday Wish
The day of his party arrived with
a stinging hot morning. The benefit of being born in December meant his birthdays fell at the start of the New Zealand summer, gifting warm sunny days each year his birthday rolled ‘round.
Normally he wouldn’t care and would prefer to have a day inside but thanks to the birthday hijacking, the good weather was going to come in handy. Keegan’s mother and Liam had arranged to have his party at his grandparent’s farmlet. They’d set up a huge pile of chopped wood and branches for Keegan and his pals to set alight, allowing them to party through the night around the burning glow of a raging fire. The one condition was to keep an eye on the grass surrounding it just in case it set ablaze. His grandfather had already been down and hosed the ground around the wood to safeguard against this threat, but Keegan swore he would keep an eye on it—even if it were a droopy, drunken one.
His grandparents had run a very successful catering company for many years and when they had retired four years earlier they had accumulated enough wealth to be completely impractical and live in the country in a house that was far too big for two pensioners. It contained five bedrooms, each one with different colored brightly painted walls and a humungous lounge that opened out on to a deck with views of town in the distance. Below the deck was a deep, jellybean-shaped swimming pool—which they never used—that would have looked more at home nearly anywhere in the world than provincial New Zealand.
In front of the home was a paddock, its grassy field rolled down a small slope leading to a group of pine trees beside a creek, it was here the bonfire extravaganza was to take place. Despite Keegan not wanting a big party he had to admit this was the perfect place for one. No neighbors nearby and far enough away from his grandparents’ house that everyone could be rowdy as they like.
