Date: Sun, 10 Mar 2019 08:30:10 +0100 From: David Roslyn Subject: The Truth by David Roslyn Chapter 2 Disclaimers: This work is a work of fiction and is my property. The story and characters are fictitious and any resemblance to anyone or any actual event is coincidental. There are three distinctly different main characters that will appear as the story progresses. You should be legally allowed to read this type of material before continuing. As it is based on an actual book, I had published a few years ago -- free for your enjoyment -- the story will not contain explicit material in all the chapters BUT don't fret, as it is more the exception than the rule. Note that in one chapter to come, there will be a sexually violent scenario. If this will trigger any trauma for you, please be aware of it before you start reading. Please direct any comments or feedback to my email address at Enjoy! Please keep this wonderful platform alive - donate to Nifty! CHAPTER TWO William Morgan A week later, I'm sitting outside a coffee shop on my day off, drinking a strawberry juice. The shop is in a leafy, classy part of the city. Being a week day, there aren't many people around and the few who are out and about, are strolling along lazily, each on their own mission. A big tree provides nice shading on this terribly hot day. I'm relaxed and really enjoying the soft breeze. Once again, I'm wearing my favorite denim shorts and a loose T-shirt that reveals my slim shoulders. My hair is pulled back in a ponytail with a pair of sunglasses casually tucked into my hair. I've kicked off my sandals. My legs are stretched out, ankles crossed. Lying outstretched in the chair like this isn't good for my posture but I really don't care. In this part of the city, there are mainly artistic types and flamboyant personalities. None of them even appear to take any notice of me, like there is nothing strange or different about me. I am truly in my element, just enjoying the moment. Every now and then a trendy old lady passes by on her way to or leaving one of the many boutiques surrounding the little courtyard. Some of them give me crusty judgmental stares, but I shrug them off. Nothing is going to spoil this perfect day. A few moments later, a guy in a suit comes from the boulevard and walks towards the coffee shop at the end of the courtyard. He looks out of place being about six foot five with an Ivy League vibe about him. His dark brown hair is neatly cropped in a corporate kind of style and he has an attractive face, like an aristocrat in a British movie. He glances at my shaved legs and I enjoy his gaze. After having entered the coffee shop he exits a short while later with a coffee "to go." After standing quietly for a moment, he walks towards the area behind me. He passes me again and pauses at the sidewalk, as if he's looking down the boulevard at something. Then he turns around and strides back directly towards me. What's he up to? He stops right at my table. "Where do you live?" I nearly choke on my juice. "I live next to the courthouse, downtown. Why?" "I know where that is. Can we go?" He just ignores my question. I gape at him. "Go where?" "To your place." I'm about to ask him again why, when I notice that he's very uncomfortable. A huge bulge strains against the front of his trousers and the outline of his dick curves to the side. Involuntarily, I lick my lips. "Lemme just pay for my juice..." When I return, he is standing nervously in exactly the same spot where I left him. He has removed his jacket and folded it over his arm to cover the front of his trousers. I chuckle to myself. "Do you have a car?" he asks. "No." He nods. "All right. We can go in mine." I follow him to the parking lot and get into his car. It looks a little old for a professional guy in such an expensive suit, but who am I to judge. He glances around anxiously, clearly worried about someone seeing us together and hangs his jacket on the little hook in the back of the car and quickly gets into the driver's seat. He adjusts himself and now I'm really curious. What's his plan? To take me home and fuck me or to just ask for a quick blow-job? He might even chicken out and drop me off somewhere. Once again, I lick my lips. We'll have to see what happens. "I'm Will." "Phillip." He starts the engine and we drive off. His focus is firmly on the road. At every traffic light, he glances at my legs. His hard-on isn't showing any sign of subsiding. In fact, I can actually see a small stain of pre-cum on the fabric at his crotch. By now I'm hard too, and I gently adjust myself. Tight-fitting denim shorts aren't conducive to having a hard-on, I have to remind myself! We arrive at my apartment building, and he parks in the street. I get out and walk to the entrance. He sits quietly for a while before he slowly gets out. He gets his jacket from the back and methodically drapes it over his arm again, before coming towards me. This guy is really out of his comfort zone. We pass the elevators to my new apartment, which is now on the ground floor and easily accessible via the courtyard. I got a better deal from the landlord on the new place and it's not so high up. I hate heights. I open for him and he steps inside. He just stands there, waiting for me to join him. After closing the door behind us, I invite him to sit down on the couch. "Do you want something to drink?" "No thanks." Phillip must have downed his coffee when I had gone to pay for my juice. My guest just sits there, ramrod straight, with his neatly folded jacket across his lap. If I want something to happen, I'll have to initiate and take matters into my own to speak. I head to my room just for a chance to compose myself, remove my sunglasses and place them on a chest of drawers next to some framed photos of my friends and family. I'm excited but also a little scared because he seems unsure of himself even though he had brought me home. He obviously wants me but doesn't seem to know what to do now. I'll have to take the lead on this one. I go back to him, reach out and slowly take his jacket from him. He stares straight ahead, as if he's in a trance and then glares at my legs. I drop down onto my haunches and start unzipping him. He grabs my hand and stops me, but doesn't pull away. Ignoring him, I unzip his fly, put my hand inside his briefs and grip his hard-on. A soft groan escapes his lips. After letting go of his dick, I undo his shirt, button by button and open it up to reveal his hairy chest and trail my fingers through the luscious hair. I softly pinch his left nipple. Another groan. I do the same to his other nipple and then take it into my mouth. I swirl my tongue around it, and he moans even louder. There is a hint of his fresh sweat on my tongue and I can smell his minty cologne being so close to his armpit. I move along and trace my tongue all over his chest and down his stomach, but stop short at his belt. Leaning back to face him, I say, "Stand." He stands up and I unbuckle his belt and pull his trousers down to his ankles. "Hand me the pillow next to you, please." Putting the pillow under my knees, I kneel and place my face right against his briefs. I nibble up and down his length, through his briefs. He smells of clean sweat, pre-cum, and again the minty cologne. His breathing's grown more rapid and he's still moaning softly. I decide to take it up a notch. In one swift move, I pull down his briefs, grab his dick and engulf it with my mouth. "Oh yes!" he shouts out. I suck him harder and battle to get all of him into my mouth. He is larger than expected, but the fact that he's uncircumcised makes my work much easier. Wanting to focus on his sensitive tip, I slip the tip of my tongue just under his foreskin. He groans loudly. "Oh yes...!" He's going to have to do better than that. Again, I try my best to get his dick deep down my throat and manage for a few seconds to do so without gagging. I hope he doesn't start pumping my face. Thankfully he doesn't and I carry on sucking him, but this isn't where he's going to make a home run. It's time for him to take off his briefs and trousers. "Get undressed." I stand up and watch him remove his shoes and pull off his trousers and briefs. Meanwhile I take off my own clothes, but I leave my ponytail as it is. Taking hold of his dick again I use it to tug him towards my bedroom. I pull him onto my bed next to the window. After letting go, I reach into the side table and take out some lubricant and a condom. He's sitting, stroking himself, and looking at me intensely. I rip the side of the condom packet open with my teeth, position the tip correctly with my fingers and pull it down over his pulsing dick. Opening the lubricant, I squirt an enormous amount on to my hand. With both hands, I lather his dick with enough lubricant and then apply some to my own hole. Slipping two of my fingers inside me, I stretch myself a little, to ensure that I'm well lubricated. I spot him studying me while doing so... After pushing him further back onto the bed, I sit down next to him and turn myself over and lie down with my head on my pillow. I grab the other one next to me and place it beneath my lower back. I raise up my knees and move my feet apart. Just wide enough for him to clearly see what's waiting for him. He makes eye contact with me. Now it's up to him. He moves down and then up closer to me in-between my legs. I widen my legs farther, lift them up higher and then hook them around him. Holding my breath, I reach between my legs and grab his dick, pulling it towards my ass. Ready for him to push inside, I position his tip. I'm excited, but is this going to be a docile fuck? His tip enters and then he pushes it farther and farther into me. It's painful, as I should have expected and I hold my breath to try and control the burning pain, afraid that I might cry out. My God, he's huge! He pushes himself even deeper into me and I clench my ass muscles to try and push him out. This relieves the pain somewhat. As soon as he's entirely up to the hilt in me, he suddenly thrusts wildly and picks up his pace. "Aargh." My body thrums. His thrusts grow faster and his groans ring in my ears. My temples throb as my blood pressure rises. He pounds his dick into me at a phenomenal rate and my prostate is hurting badly. I adjust my hip angle. Oh, bliss... He possesses me, and the pleasure-pain is exactly what I need. "Fuck me harder!" I scream. He certainly doesn't disappoint and proceeds to fuck me senseless. I grab on to my bedroom curtain with my right hand as he bangs away. His appreciative groans turn into shouts. "Oh yes, you bitch! You fucking like my big cock!" I am so deep in the throes of ecstasy that I can barely hear him, even though he's practically screaming! But I nod in agreement, as I'm close to crying out myself. "Oh God, yes! Fuck me, Phillip! Fuck me with all you've got!" By now my head is banging against the headboard, and I'm pulling harder and harder on the curtain. My left hand is gripped around the back of his tense strong neck and I hold on for dear life. I'm falling into some sort of abyss and no longer am able to focus on anything. At some point, I let go of his neck and grab my dick and start jerking off. My right hand is still wrapped around the curtain and that curtain is my only hope of not getting fucked right through the headboard, through the wall, and into the kitchen behind me! My balls are aching and it doesn't take long for me to squirt big globs of cum all over myself. One actually manages to hit me in the eye. "Fuck! Yes, bitch! Come!! Fucking take that!" He thrusts with all of his might, almost lifting me up with his dick. I grip the curtain rigidly. He scores! And the entire curtain rail comes crashing down onto both of us. He ignores it and pumps away until he is entirely spent. Then he flops down onto me, crushing me with his weight. I can hardly breathe, and my pulse is racing like mad. For a moment, I'm a little incoherent and close my eyes, giving in to his delicious sweaty weight. He slowly slides out of me and gets up onto his knees. Phillip is looking at me with contempt ... He gets up and walks to the bathroom. I hear the faucet running. He must be washing himself off. After a few minutes, he returns and gets dressed. With my left hand on my now shrinking dick and the curtain rail lying across my side, I still cannot move. He lets himself out, leaving the door wide open. I just lie there, trying to recover. "Wow," I say to myself. I get up slowly and close the front door then go to the bathroom. Tomorrow I'm going to be stiff as fuck. The facecloth he used to wash himself, as well as the used condom are hanging over the side of the basin. The condom isn't even tied-up. His cum has seeped out of it into the basin. This is a "fuck you whore" move if I've ever seen one. What a dick. ---- About a fortnight passes and I am lying on my bed, watching some crap on television, when someone knocks on my door. "Coming!" I look through the peephole. "Shit," I whisper. It's Joshua. What in the hell does he want? I open the door with the chain still on the latch. "Hi," I simply say. "Hi. Sorry, I forgot your name," he replies nonchalantly. I'm tempted to say `Faggot.' "Will." "Oh yeah, Will. Can I come in? I won't take up much of your time, but I need to ask you a favor." This is a first. He insults me and now he wants a favor. Would it be a wise move to let him in? Then I remind myself of my previous prediction that I would be screwing him someday and decide to see where this might go. I unhook the chain. "Come on in, Joshua." I deliberately remind him that I had not forgotten his name. "Thanks, man. I didn't know where else to turn. I got your address from Belinda." That answers my next question. I let him pass me, and I lock the door behind him. I better have a chat with Belinda. He takes a seat on the couch. "Would you like some coffee, tea, or anything else? I have some juice. Or soda?" "Coffee would be great, thanks." I go make the coffee in the kitchen and suddenly he's right next to me. "You know, you're a lifesaver." Patronizing, arrogant prick! "Well I don't know about that because I haven't saved your life as yet. What's it I'm saving you from?" "I need a place to crash for a few days. My sister and I had a fight and she kicked me out of her house." "Why don't you ask Ozzie and Belinda. They have more room than me." "Ozzie definitely doesn't like me, and I thought you could use the company." What the hell? Smug bastard! He softly touches my shoulder and I freeze. "But where will you sleep? I only have my single bed and the couch, and I don't have a mattress for you to use on the floor." I'm not inviting him to sleep with me, that's for sure. "I'll organize a mattress. I just wanted to know if you would let me stay for a few days." "Ok. Sure." I must be fucking crazy for agreeing to this. He goes back to the couch and sits down. I bring him his coffee. He stares at me to the point of making me uncomfortable. I swallow hard and realize he's got emerald green eyes with yellow specks in them. Is it the poor lighting in the room? Because, honestly, I've never seen eyes like that before. "Belinda says you're an artist. Where's your work?" He glances around the room. "I haven't painted in a while, but I have a sketchbook with some of my drawings. I do them when I'm bored, so they're really just a collection of ideas and random images." "Let me see them." I fetch my sketchpad from the bedroom and hand it to him. "You like drawing buildings. Any reason?" "I find them fascinating and a testament to man's achievements." He flips through the sketchbook, puts it down on top of the television and continues sipping his coffee. "I can't stay long because I have to go and get a mattress and fetch some of my stuff from my sister's place. Her husband said he'll bring it in his car. Just some clothes and personal papers." "Ok. What time will you be back, and will you have something to eat before you come or should I cook enough for both of us?" "Don't worry about dinner because I'll probably only be back late. Can I have a key to let myself in?" I decide not to give him a key because I'm still suspicious as to why this `Faggot' is suddenly his port of call. "Sorry, I only have the one and I need to go out to the store later to get some things." "Oh. Ok." And with that he leaves half of his coffee and gets up to go. "I'll see you later," he says at the door and I get up to unlock the door for him and let him out. He returns later that night and I open up for him and get back into bed. I can hear him setting up his mattress and a bit later, taking a shower. --- For days, this is his same routine, and he always sleeps in a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt. Some mornings he leaves early but on most days, he has a cup of coffee with me before he takes off to catch the bus to work. We hardly talk during our morning coffee. The little bit of conversation we do have is usually about the daily news or some other current, local event. If anything should ever happen between us, it has to come from his side. I won't do anything to instigate it. At times, I see him take his T-shirt off and his full upper body is on display. He's really exceptionally built... It's difficult for me to keep my hands off him but manage to contain myself. --- So today, Carol, a friend of mine from work, decided to come visit me. We're sitting on my bed, having a laugh at something funny that happened at work. "Who is the mattress for?" She points at the mattress on the floor. "Some guy I know who needed a place to crash for a few days. Well maybe a few weeks, it seems." "Is he hot?" I pause for a second before answering. "Sort of." Her eyes light up. "Nothing is going on between us. I'm not sure if he has a girlfriend, but I know he's definitely straight from the way he behaves around me." "What do you mean?" I tell her about his late showers and sleeping gear. She giggles. "Poor thing, he's probably scared of you. Do you think he'd be interested in me?" "Oh, no. Stay away from him, Carol. I don't trust him, and you've had your heart broken too many times to fall for a guy like that. Seriously, promise you won't consider it, that's if you even get to meet him!" "Ok, if you say so." She looks a little disappointed. We carry on chatting for a while, when I remember that I need to go out and get some fresh vegetables for dinner. I leave her in the apartment to relax, and I walk two city blocks away to the organic market. She's probably watching that new Channing Tatum movie on my laptop so there's no need for me to rush. After probably three-quarters of an hour, I get back to my place and hear voices through the door. Actually, not voices at all, more like moans and groans. I tentatively turn the doorknob and finding it unlocked, swing the door wide open. A pair of well-defined, dimpled male butt-cheeks stare me in the face. These bad boys are pumping away, back and forth, and shapely female legs are dangling nicely on either side. They don't seem to even notice me. What am I supposed to do now? Joshua turns his head and looks back at me over his shoulder. "Give us about twenty minutes!" He goes back to work. As requested, I leave my apartment, still carrying the bags of food. I have nowhere to go and it's getting dark, so I sit outside the door and listen to the cattle-call-cacophony in the room behind me. Today of all days, he decides to come back early. It's probably because I'd mentioned to him last night that Carol would be visiting. He hasn't brought any girls back to my place, and I assumed he was either getting it elsewhere or not at all. I adjust my raging hard-on, pre-cum oozing... Although I'm very turned on by the sight of his beautiful, copulating butt, I'm also really humiliated to be treated this way. After what seems like a lifetime, footsteps approach the door and I get up. The door opens with a creak and Carol steps outside. "Sorry, I couldn't resist." She smiles coyly and rushes off. "I'll see you tomorrow!" she yells, as she disappears around the corner. I enter the apartment and find Joshua sitting on the couch, shirtless with just a pair of boxers on. Beads of sweat run off his face, over his chest, and down his stomach. The mattress is all messed up and a used condom is lying on its wrapper next to it. As if he knows what I am thinking, he grunts, "I'll clean up now. Just catching my breath. I didn't know you knew such easy women. Any more where she came from?" "No! She's it." "Don't be grumpy. Just because you're not getting any, doesn't mean we should also suffer. I'm sure you can get a nice guy down the street who'd be more than willing to fuck you silly." "I'm not a slut." "Hey, hey. I'm just kidding. Isn't it true that faggots get more sex than us straight guys do?" "I wish you'd stop calling me that! I can see why you may think so, but some of us have standards." "Well excuse me?!?" He gets up and starts cleaning away the evidence of their sexual escapades and half-heartedly tidies his mattress bed. Then he brushes past me. "I'm taking a shower. No peeking!" I narrow my eyes. "I wouldn't dream of it. You know you're not as good looking as you think you are." He pauses. "Is that, right?" There's a slight hesitation in his comeback. Has he been expecting me to make some kind of move? With a sneer, I realize that this could put a dent in his confidence, even if it's just a tiny one.