Thread by @BiMyRainbow

Hi
I wanna share a piece of the story I writing recently.
my friends think it's okay, but am not so sure.
so...share your thoughts and help retweet if you like it and please point out the flows as well...
thanks.
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OUR <NOT SO> SECRET

PROLOGUE

It was a cold, cloudy day in July. 
I stood by the window anticipating and watched as the rain poured heavily from the sky as if it meant to cleanse Lagos off the sins of her citizens.
Am the only one at home.

Mum had left for work early in the morning as usual while my step-father and my step-sister went out of town, visiting a relative for the day.... thereby a perfect time to have Manuel, my best friend [among other things] to come over.

Mum had left for work early in the morning as usual while my step-father and my step-sister went out of town, visiting a relative for the day.... thereby a perfect time to have Manuel, my best friend [among other things] to come over.

Thirty minutes after his arrival, we were both panting on my queen-sized bed, stark naked and horny despite that we just gave each other a blowjob and are still recovering but our arousal was not in the least satiated nor was our lust for each other.

After all the frustration and teasing of months of brief moments of pleasure, now we have the whole house to ourselves and the whole day to finally do what we've been waiting, planning, wanting prepared to do: our first all-the-way sex.And we have the whole day {and house} for it

...Or so we thought.
We took our time, not wanting to just rush into the main sex, and because we wanted to experiment and stimulate each other at the same time, we both agreed to a 69 position challenge in which the winner will be the one who sucks the other to orgasm first.

And so here we are: Me on top of Manuel, supporting my weight on my knee and elbow, more for easy pelvic movement than because of the fear of crushing him beneath me as I drove my hard-on down his throat while he, on the other edge, rammed his candy upward into my willing and

wanton mouth.
Heavenly. Apart from the dull aching of the jaw, but even that's worth it
It was in this position, on my way to sensual bliss as my ball shrunk in the oh-so-obvious part of my approaching orgasm, that I first noticed the handle of my bedroom's door moved, slightly.

I paused for two nano-seconds, not sure if I was correct or if it was my imagination.
Then Manuel skillfully distracted me and all thought flew off my mind. I was dimly aware of our moan and the sound of the bed squeaked and banged against the wall in a rhymed way that leaves no

doubt or misunderstanding of the activity going on inside - nor my suspicion that someone is at the door as the handle moves again.
Panic laced my pleasure as I tried to warn Manuel of the possible intruder and the inevitable chance of caught-in-the act, he interrupts with his

his mouthful throaty moan "Oh yes! Am cumming! "
Maybe it was the vibration of his throat, or the sound of his moaning, or the way his cock twitched and jerk in my mouth, or maybe it was the dreadful anxiety and excitement of being caught or even the thrill of achievement that

I won after all as the first spurt of juice landed below my lips and I had to engulf him so as not to waste any drop of the precious juice I've come to love and demand.
Whatever the reason, my ball tightened and with a flick of his tongue, I was sent into a sensual black-out

as passionately pour my semen down his throat while at the same time milking him for his....and from the corner of my eyes, or more rather like an out of the body observation, I watched the door open.

That was how, while Manuel and I were busy and committedly emptying our ball and loving each drop and inch of it, the was silently opened....and Charlie walked in.

*oh god, this is bad news.....like B.A.D*

"what the hell is going on here? "

He snarled in cold fury, his face a perfect mirror of shock and disbelief as the scene hit him, then curled into that of disgust and anger along with what looked like a hint of accusation in his eyes, as if betrayed him.
Charlie never uses swearwords. like never...

which could only indicate and means...
*Trouble with a capital T*
I cringe inward praying and wishing furiously that the wall swallow me up or something, anything to avoid this disastrous and scandalous conversation that's sure to follow.....
meanwhile Manuel,finally aware of

the situation, entangled himself for me and my treacherous eyes while escaping Charlie's accusing one, settled on his erected wet...
why oh why did I come down from the blissful heaven I was just moments ago? I should have died with that thing in my mouth.
I sighed,

waiting for my heartbeat to reduced, thinking of how to explain this.
let me start by explaining everything right from the beginning.
and it all begins with me (obviously).
And Charlie...

My name is Damien John-Paul Smith, and this is my (Queer) story.
#OurNotSoSecret
#Prologue