The Truth

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CHAPTER THREE

William Morgan

Two months later, and it's a few minutes before midnight. I'm standing at the station, waiting to catch a train back home. It's late and I'm shivering from the cold air penetrating my thin coat. Once again, I question my sanity in agreeing to be transferred so far out of the city-center.

It was in fact a promotion. I cut my hair short to match my new position as restaurant manager and am dressed in a formal pair of black trousers, white shirt, and plain black shoes. My thin, fall jacket has no hoody but at least it zips up in front, to protect me from some of the chilly night air.

Joshua moved out three weeks after the incident with Carol. It seems he'd made up with his sister and had moved back in with her and I haven't seen him since.

Between the train ride and then the cab ride from the station, it'll take at least two hours to get home. I'm just lucky I didn't have to sleep over in my office again, because Kim, the manageress of the nearby ice cream parlor, was around to give me a ride to the station on her way home.

The car ride had been tense. I sensed that she was waiting for me to make a move, but after our disastrous kiss at her birthday party, I didn't want to do anything that might lead her on. That kiss was a mistake, on so many levels. I couldn't wait to get out of the car.

I brush all thoughts of her aside when the lights of the train approach in the distance. With a screech and a jerk, the train comes to a complete stop.

I don't see anyone through the brightly lit windows. The doors swish open and I step inside. This is typical of the midnight train, always quiet. I sit down at the far end of the car with my back against the wall, facing away from the direction the train is traveling in.

I remind myself not to fall asleep because, first of all, I don't want to miss my station and secondly, it's dangerous on the trains this late at night. One never knows who might sneak up on you while you're nodding off.

The train slowly starts moving and the double beat of the wheels on the track joints starts accelerating into a soothing rhythm. I put on my earphones to drown out the lullaby. Adele is singing her heart out in my ear.

After about twenty minutes, the train stops at the next station. Suddenly, a guy appears and takes his place in the seat right opposite me.

What the fuck?

He smiles and makes himself comfortable, like he's going to have a nap and positions himself across the seats. His back is resting against the window and his legs are now stretched out in front of him.

I am five foot seven. He is shorter than me and has longish, ash-blonde hair and brown eyes.

He isn't overly attractive, but with two dimples when he smiles and his stubby nose, he has a kind of cuteness about him. He's wearing tight black trousers with sneakers and a blue sweater.

"Hi," he mouths.

I take out my ear phones. "Hi."

"I'm Anthony and you are?"

"Will."

"Pleased to meet you."

"Um...likewise."

He smiles at me and there are those cute dimples again. Returning his smile, I stop the track on my cell phone.

"Where are you getting off?"

I notice the implied innuendo...

Answering him with the name of the station I am about to ask him the same when he tells me that he's getting off at the one before mine.

"It's cold tonight," he states the obvious.

"Yes."

He seems hungry for conversation. Whatever, at least I won't be in danger of falling asleep.

"You coming from work?" He sincerely looks interested and has a twinkle in each eye.

"Yes," I reply.

"What do you do?" He raises his one eyebrow at that.

"I manage a restaurant. And you?"

"I'm a painter. Of houses, I mean, not pictures. I'm just on my way home, I met up with a potential customer out here. He wants me to paint his whole house."

"You see customers this late at night?" I ask him.

"He could only see me after work so I arranged to meet with him. We actually hit it off. So, after we had had a look around at what he needs done, he offered me a beer and we started chatting. You know how it is."

I nod. "Sure."

This guy is friendly as fuck. I could be wrong but it seems as if he's flirting with me.

We carry on chatting about a few more things and then the conversation dries up, sort of suddenly. I must've misread the flirting or chemistry at least.

I close my eyes, knowing that he'll probably say goodbye before he gets off at his station, him being so talkative.

I must've dozed off for a good thirty minutes or so, because I wake up with a start.

For a moment, I'm confused as to where I am and anxious because I don't want to miss my station. I look over and see him still lying on the seats in front of me.

The difference is...he has his dick out and is stroking it while he's watching me.

I just stare at him slowly pulling his foreskin up and down. It's nice to see that body height is in no way indicative of penis length. Not considering myself as a proverbial size-queen, a guy should at least pack something! I smile, as my dick stirs and gets hard.

He raises his eyebrows. "You like what you see?"

Pulse racing, I reach over and take ownership of his dick.

He sits up and I stroke it, a bit of pre-cum glistens at the top.

"Mm. Nice," I say, licking my bottom lip.

I smear the bit of pre-cum over his mushroom tip and continue stroking him. With my other hand, I grab my own dick and take it out of my trousers. I haven't been wearing underwear for a while now, because I find it too restrictive and as long as my laundry is done often, I don't see any problem with going commando.

Brushing that bit of trivia aside, I focus my attention on Anthony's thick dick again.

I continue stroking both our dicks simultaneously, until mere seconds before we reach the next stop.

We sit back and quickly zip up.

The train starts moving again and since no one entered our car, we carry on from where we left off. He tries to grab and yank my dick too but the way his arm's positioned, makes it too uncomfortable for him to reach me. It's fucking frustrating.

This continues for another three stations, my hands applying more and more pressure and friction to our red, hot dicks and then I remember that his station is next...

I stop jerking us off and we zip up again for the last time tonight. Sighing, I lean back, my balls tight and aching.

He's staring at me and doesn't make any effort to get up.

"This is your station," I whisper breathlessly.

"I know."

He remains seated as the train starts moving again.

It appears that this morning is going to play out as I'd initially anticipated. It's been a while since I'd had anyone because of my late hours at work and total lack of social life. When other people are out partying, I'm always busy working.

When we pull out of the station, I leave our dicks be and we just stay seated, my eyes locked with his. It just seems better to let the embers burn until we get to my place.

A short while later, the train stops at my station and we both disembark. I organize us a cab.

We arrive at my place and I welcome him in.

"This is nice," he says.

"Thanks. Do you want something to drink?"

"Water's fine. I've already had too much beer tonight and don't want to wake up with a hangover."

I fetch him a bottle of water from the fridge. We both stand there as he takes a few sips.

After putting the water down on the coffee table, he walks over to me and softly touches my face. "You're very pretty, you know."

What? I'm not pretty. My long hair is gone and I'm not wearing my tight jean shorts and Tank top. I cannot see how he would think that. Distinctive or expressive perhaps, but not pretty. Well, maybe he's just trying to be nice.

"Thanks."

He takes hold of my belt and starts to undo it slowly.

I just leave him be as he unfastens my trouser button and unzips my fly.

He reaches inside and grabs my dick, stroking it firmly.

I reach over to his belt and start opening it. He stops me.

"Let me." He unzips himself and pulls out his dick.

I grab hold of it and start returning the favor. He suddenly grabs my head and pushes me down towards his dick.

Grabbing a pillow from the couch, I place it on the floor and kneel on it in front of him.

I take his dick into my mouth and start sucking him softly.

Gently, I slip his dick out of my mouth, savoring his taste on my tongue. I first lick beneath his head and then slide my tongue over the top. I flick the tip of my tongue against his dick-slit, and he moans.

Licking further down his shaft, I start sucking gently on his balls, first the left, then the right one. His moaning grows more intense as I work my way back up his shaft. He smells like fresh sweat and cinnamon.

By pushing himself into my mouth he urges me to take in his dick completely.

He isn't that large, just enough for me to take him right down quite easily. His tip touches the back of my mouth and I swallow a few times. This sensation makes him grab my head and push himself into me as far as he can, my lips pressing hard against my teeth. It's uncomfortable but regardless I carry on sucking him and swirling my tongue around his tip. I even twist my tongue around the sides, under his foreskin, in an agile, swirling motion. My mouth is now full of spit and his dick is completely immersed in it.

I savor every second...

He fucks my face and I suck harder, his pelvis thrusting into me.

My jaw is taking strain, but his moans have turned into groans of ecstasy. He won't last much longer.

He quickly pulls his dick out.

"Turn around and bend over!"

My trousers are still around my knees but he doesn't give me a chance to take them off. I am also still in my shoes and socks.

"We'll need lubricant," I tell him.

Where is it?"

"In my bedside table, in the bedroom, with the condoms."

"Stay like this."

I comply.

With his exposed dick standing at attention, he goes to my room. He's still completely dressed.

He returns already wearing a condom and is busy lubricating himself.

Squirting more of the lube on his palm, he then rubs it between my ass cheeks. It's cold as fuck and my hole tightens.

At first, he rubs gently but then it intensifies and he grinds his hand as hard as he can, up and down between my cheeks.

He then decides to push his finger inside me and immediately after, I feel a second finger pushing into me. I breathe in sharply!

He finger fucks me for a good few minutes and I touch my dick. His rough fingers feel good in me.

I rub my pre-cum between my fingertips and use it as a lubricant and start stroking myself slowly.

He pulls out his fingers and wipes them on the back of my shirt. I feel dirty but don't care. I just want him in my now.

Anthony angles closely as he positions his dick right at my hole. He grips my hips and firmly pushes into me. My body grows rigid and I cry out softly.

Being slightly shorter than me, he's actually positioned at a perfect angle to fuck. Come to think of it, I've never been fucked bent over in a standing position. He pushes himself right up there! Ah, he's such a comfortable fit. There's been minimal pain and no major discomfort, only a smooth, sexy insertion.

He keeps still for quite a while with his hard-on pulsating inside me. I am breathless with anticipation for the ride ahead and then...he starts thrusting.

His dick hits my prostate from the word go.

"Oooh yes!"

I match him thrust for thrust. We move in unison, I push backwards when he thrusts forward and I push my hips forward when he pulls back.

We fall into a steady rhythm, his balls slapping in time against my ass.

I crave more. "Fuck me harder!"

He ignores me and keeps his vigorous but set tempo, and I try to grind myself farther into him.

Despite my passion, he stays sturdy on his feet, still holding on to my hips.

He keeps going, on and on at the exact same pace.

After what seems like a lifetime of sameness, he speeds up. Thank God!

This may not be the most aggressive fuck I've ever had but he is certainly in control of what he's doing. His pace continues to increase at a steady rate, faster, faster, until he pummels my insides with great strength.

I am surprised we haven't keeled over but he's compensating for our lack of balance by leaning slightly backwards.

He carries on jackhammering me and I focus on my own pleasure and start jacking off faster.

My orgasm approaches, a rolling wave, and I yank it faster and harder. I cum like a wave and shoot my jizz onto the floor. My ass muscles clamp tight around him as I squirt the rest of my juice in my hand. I continue pumping my spent dick.

"Fuck, yes!"

His mushroom tip swells and contracts as he cums. He thrusts himself into me as deep as he can. He comes... And with every burning hot shot inside me, he extends the final jerks and spurts of my own orgasm, to the point where I can almost not handle it anymore. I'm intoxicated by his maleness. His musky garlic smell consumes me and I'm trying desperately to catch my breath.

He carefully pulls out of me.

I turn around and grab the condom before he has a chance to take it off. I need to do this by removing it softly and holding it in my fist. I feel his warm cum squirting out, running out, down...between my fingers.

He looks at me as I do this and then bends down to pull up my trousers. Making sure that my dick is safely tucked back inside my pants, he carefully zips me up and fastens my belt for me. His own dick gets put away and he zips up.

We both stand there, content, in an aura of male sweat and cum.

"So, what are we eating?" he asks.

"It's nearly three in the morning."

"I know. But I feel like a sandwich. Can you make us one?"

Almost smiling, I nod and go to the kitchen to get rid of the condom and to wash my hands.

As if he knows what I'm doing... "Don't wash your hands! Just make the sandwich."

Hmmm...funky.

I make us both a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

We sit down on the couch and eat our sandwiches in silence.

Afterwards, he takes my hand and we sit there in comfortable silence.

We must have fallen asleep, because a few hours later I wake up and see him resting against the armrest, fast asleep. At some point, he must have let go of my hand.

I decide to have a shower but before I have a chance to get up from the couch, he wakes up and stares at me. There is something really odd about his expression. His eyes are cold and there is a dark evilness about the way he looks at me. The twinkles have disappeared.

A chill comes over me.

"What the fuck! You seduced me, you fucking Homo!" And with that, he jumps up and right-hooks me in the jaw.

The pain is blinding and I am knocked backwards onto the floor.

In a flash, he is next to me and kicks me mercilessly in my stomach and my chest. Three times, I think, it felt like more. I roll onto my side and push my back against the couch to try to protect my kidneys. I also curl up in a foetal position to stop him from kicking me in my crotch.

"You fucking evil pervert! Motherfucking, cock-sucking bitch!"

I lie there curled up, arms over my head, expecting more abuse. I am in agony and my jaw is on fire. Tears stream down my face but I keep silent. I can hardly breathe I'm in so much shock.

"Stay the fuck away from me! I never wanna see you again! Understand?? Fucking faggot!"

He storms out. He doesn't close the door...

I remain on the floor curled up into a ball and can't stop trembling.

It's been five weeks since the attack and I haven't gone out anywhere, except to work or the store, but only for basic necessities.

My friends and family have begun to notice that something's up with me and even the staff at work complain that I'm locking myself in my office all the time, so to speak.

Every night that I had to work late, I was so afraid of catching the late train and have opted for sleeping in my office many times. I even travel with some spare clothes and toiletries so I can look decent when I travel home in the mornings.

After not seeing Anthony anywhere for some time, I began to relax a bit.

Today's my day off, and Ozzie and Belinda have come over to visit me. It also happens to be my birthday.

We are sitting on my bed chatting.

"So? You've been very scarce. Anything interesting happen to you? A new lover maybe?"

"No, Belinda."

I didn't tell them about Anthony.

"The closest I got to having a lover was when Joshua stayed with me those few weeks, and nothing happened."

"Thank fuck. That prick has an attitude problem and I wouldn't want him near you. Still can't believe he had the nerve to ask you for a place to crash. Stupid leach. How exactly did he know where to find you?" Ozzie turns to look at Belinda.

"Guilty." She shrugs.

"Don't worry, Ozzie. He was actually surprisingly pleasant, but you're right. He was only looking for a free place to crash, because I've not seen him since." I try and dodge the start of any argument between them.

We order a pizza delivery and enjoy catching up.

A sudden knock at the door startles us, and I get up to go see who it is.

I look through the peephole and am astounded to see Joshua. What a crazy coincidence.

I gesture to Ozzie and Belinda to keep quiet as I open the door.

"Hi."

"Happy Birthday, Will. I brought these for you."

He remembered...? Joshua slowly brings his arm from behind his back and presents me with a huge bunch of beautiful pink roses!

"Thanks, I never imagined you'd remember my birthday and this is a really pleasant surprise. Do you...um...want to come in?"

He contemplates my invitation for a moment. He's rubbing his chin as if to think about it.

"No, I better go. I have plans this evening but I'll see you later." He leaves without saying goodbye.

I close the door and show the flowers to Ozzie and Belinda. They burst out laughing but I shush them and start looking for a jug or something to put the flowers in.

"Well, well, the prick is romantic. I wonder what he wants now?" Ozzie asks.

The pizza arrives and Ozzie and Belinda visit until about 10:00 p.m. After warm goodbyes and hugs, they head home.

I tidy up the bed and throw the pizza boxes and cans in the trash. Getting undressed and having turned on the shower, I'm ready to relax under a long, hot shower. It's my birthday, after all.

As I'm about to get into the shower, I hear a knock on the door.

"I'm coming!" I wrap a towel around my waist and go see who on earth it could be.

I gape as I look through the peephole. It's Joshua again and I open for him. "I'm just about to take a shower. I'll be out soon. Make yourself at home."

As I'm about to turn into the bathroom, he grasps my arms from behind. He turns me around slowly and deliberately to face him.

My heart starts to race. His eyes...They're even greener than usual and he's breathing heavily.

"Don't go" he says.

"But I need to shower and get dressed."

Fear overtakes me. I am not going through this shit again and I try and pull away from him.

"Don't. Please" I beg him.

He hooks the top of the towel with his finger and with one swift movement, he loosens it from my waist and it drops to the floor.

Against my better judgment, my dick starts to rise. After tracing my bottom lip with his finger, he kisses me tenderly. He's nervous, I can sense it.

At least I know who he is and I relax a little.

I wrap my arms around his neck and return his kiss, bravely flicking my tongue inside his lower lip and slowly stroking his tongue with mine. His large tongue forces mine backwards into my mouth and I softly suck on his.

He gasps.

I reach for his jeans, but he pushes my hand away and keeps kissing me. The curiosity of what he's up to or even what that package has in store, nearly gets the better of me. But this is his show and I should just follow his lead.

I can't help watching his every move. I'm torn between my fear and his fervor. It's useless to stop, because my lust is palpable.

He pushes his fingers through my hair, gripping it, as his kisses get more intense. His hard stubble scrapes my chin and mouth and becomes almost unbearable. He stops.

"Turn around." He gently turns me around.

I hear him unzip his jeans and take off his clothes. I want to turn around to look, but he turns my face away from him with his hand.

He grabs me and guides me backwards towards the couch.

By now my dick is throbbing, and I am contemplating taking the lead. But that might scare him off and I don't want to end this, not just yet.

His hands go towards my thighs...he's sitting on the couch, naked.

"Do we need lube?" he asks.

"Yes."

"Do you have any? Where's it? Also, do you have condoms?"

"My bedside table...second drawer" I answer.

He lightly pushes me forward again and goes into the bedroom. His ass, thighs, and calves are something to behold. He really is a great specimen of a man.

"Close your eyes!" I hear, before he comes back in.

Eyes closed, I sense him coming back into the lounge, moving past me then sitting down on the couch. I'm tempted to have a peek but once more, decide to not risk ending the moment.

I hear him opening the lubricant and squirting some on to his hand. A sudden iciness hits me between my ass-cheeks, as he rubs the lube into me. Gently, he traces my tight hole with his finger. Then he inserts his finger, and I let out a low moan.

"My God, that's tight."

Joshua takes his finger out and this time puts in two, stretching me wider. He starts feeling around inside me, exploring my insides. Oh God. I moan even louder.

He pulls out his fingers, and the condom packet rips open. Squirting out some more lubricant, I feel he is talking too long and I'm struggling to contain my anticipation.

"Lean backwards and sit on it..."

I can't believe the two of us are actually doing this and it's frustrating not to be able to see his dick.

"I like to see what enters my body, regardless of what orifice is being used." What if he sticks something else inside me? I shudder.

"But no. Not this time."

The anticipation of what this will become is too amazing to sacrifice. I take a deep breath and lower myself onto him. What if he's too big? Worse, what if I'm disappointed?

He nudges his tip against my asshole and I impale myself with it.

The first sharp pain, upon initial penetration, is nothing compared to the pleasurable shockwaves that hit me as he enters me farther.

Oh God, his dick is designed for fucking. My body thrums from excitement. I can't imagine I've ever felt a more perfect shape and size. The head pushes me wider, and the shaft comes in right behind it. Total bliss.

He pushes it in slowly. I lose patience and force myself down onto him, until I feel myself sitting right in his groin. His pubic hair is a soft cushion for my ass.

My moans and yelps of pleasure testify to his above average size. I rise up and fall back down on him. He groans with each descent.

"Fuck, you're tight," he appreciates...

Well, I'd hope so. It's been a while since my last disastrous escapade and the fact that he isn't exactly lacking in prowess, adds to my tightness. I move a little faster. His rapid breaths heat the back of my neck.

I ride him up and down and every time I slide down on him, I feel his shaft harden more, if that's even possible at all! My thighs are starting to hurt at this point, but the sensations pulsing through me are so sublime that I can't imagine exchanging this intense pleasure for anything in the world.

Suddenly he grips my hips and starts, for lack of a better word, mauling into me. I flop all over the place and try to gather my bearings. He continues to hammer into me and his grunts get louder and louder.

I see specks in front of my eyes and grab hold of my dick, pumping my fist vigorously.

Please let my orgasm come soon because it might set him off too. If he doesn't cum soon, I won't be able to walk for a few days.

He pauses abruptly and grabs me tight. With great strength, he slowly lifts me up and down on his dick. Although the change in pace is a relief, I'm still going crazy. I can't cum at this pace and won't survive much more of his constant pounding.

"Please, please, please just fuck me faster!"

He speeds up, slamming me down onto him. As I'm forced down, he thrusts upwards with mind-blowing effort and subhuman speed!

Fucking hell, I am truly, deeply satisfied.

By now I'm wacking my dick like mad. My balls ache and my orgasm starts building.

"Oh my God! I'm cumming! I'm gonna shoot!!"

I spew a load that splatters in an arc onto the floor and all over his manly thighs and knees.

"Aaargh! Fuck yes!!!" ... he explodes. The hot blasts fill the condom and he screams out his immense release.

He slows right down after a few strong, power-thrusts and comes to a complete stop. His ragged breathing matches my own.

Sweat beads on my forehead and drips down my chest. I sit on him for a few seconds then get up carefully and go wash myself.

I turn on the shower and step into it before the water's warm enough and let out a small shriek.

"Are you ok...?!" he yells from the living room.

"Yes thanks! The water's just a bit cold!"

I wash myself and turn towards the shower head to enjoy the spray of the water hit my face. The temperature is now perfect and I can feel my heart rate and breathing return to normal. My thigh muscles are burning. Tomorrow I'm going to be sore.

Wow, that was intense and surreal. Will he want to shower after me or just leave? Maybe he's already left. I sigh. They always just leave. Or beat me.

Yeah, leaving is much better.

"Mind if I join you?"

Whoa. Startled, I spin around. He is standing there, butt naked. His dick is still semi-hard. As I imagined, it's perfectly straight and matches his body perfectly.

Whoever made him really took their time. "Sure."

My dick is getting stiff just from just looking at him, and I coyly turn around to hide my eagerness.

"No," he whispers and turns me back towards him. "Let me see."

I stand there with the spray hitting the back of my head and his eyes move downwards. He steps forward and goes down on his haunches. Before I can string a thought together, he grabs my dick and jerks me off. His grip is tight and he strokes me at a slow, steady pace.

My dick is pointing at his face. It's still a bit sensitive but the warm water is helping.

Jerking me off this slowly will only drive me nuts. Is that what he's trying to do?

"You're gonna have to go faster if you want me to cum for you."

He flashes me a sweet smile and moves his face towards my dick. Taking only the head into his mouth, I release a sigh. Is this happening for real?

His sucking is tentatively at first and I sense he's trying to figure out how to go about it. Taking more and more of my dick into his mouth, his tongue massages the tip and the sides and I groan with ecstasy.

He carries on sucking me. The sight of his beautiful mouth on my dick, with his cheeks caved inwards, while he looks up at me with those vulnerable, emerald-green eyes, is enough to push me to the edge.

"You're going to make me cum in your mouth."

He sucks harder.

"Seriously! I'm gonna cum! Soon! Do you want me to pull out?"

He doesn't stop, he just keeps sucking.

I can't hold the surge back any longer. My body tenses and shudders. "I'm cumming!"

I shoot into his mouth, and I swear he's trying to swallow my dick and cum at the same time. Holy fuck, he's going for it! "Fuck, fuck...fuck!" I rock against him and keep cumming, and he swallows every last drop before he lets me go.

He licks his lips, as if to indulge in my taste, and smiles at me. Getting up, he takes the soap from me, where it's been clutched in my hand the whole time, and soaps himself.

We shower together, and I give him a kiss and get out before he does. He gently slaps my ass on the way out.

I pick up my clothes, get dressed then clean the floor in front of the couch.

A short while later he comes out of the shower. After drying himself off, he quietly gets dressed.

"Sorry, man, but I've got to go. I'll see you soon though."

"Ok. Thank you for coming," I say with a wink.

"No hassles and thank you too. I hope you had a good birthday?" And he leaves.

I flop down onto the couch with a satisfied grin. It was a fucking fantastic birthday.