Everyone Has Secrets

Chapter 1-3

On my way back to my condo, I checked my phone to see if I had any messages. There was one. Brant, call me if you’re free tonight. Or better yet, stop over.

I knew it was Jimmy, even though he didn’t leave his name and his number didn’t come up on the Caller ID. I called back to say I’d be there in an hour. His sleepy response was, “I’ll be here.”

When I got home, I put my ill-gotten gains in my safe, which was hidden behind a fake breaker box in the laundry room. I showered—after removing the mustache I was sporting, and putting away the contact lenses I’d been wearing—got dressed in jeans and a turtleneck, put on my leather bomber jacket, and took off.

Jimmy is a casual friend—good in bed and not at all nosy. As far as he’s concerned, I’m a certified financial planner—which I am, since it puts me in contact with people who have money and doesn’t eat up a lot of my time if I don’t want it to. It also explains why I can afford to live in a very expensive condo building with top-of-the-line security. Not bad for a guy who turned thirty-two just over a month ago.

Jimmy greeted me at the door to his apartment wearing what had once been a pair of sweat pants, before he took scissors to them to turn them into sleep shorts. That was all he had on, giving me a great view of his muscular chest and thighs.

Since it was closing in on three in the morning, I had a feeling he had the same thing in mind I did—and that wasn’t a chat over a cup of coffee. My biggest clue was the fact he pushed me against the door as soon as it was closed, using his tongue to probe every inch of my mouth once I opened to him. From there things escalated until we were both naked on his bed, our c***s sheathed and the lube sitting on the nightstand.

“I need—” Jimmy started to say.

“A good f*****g. But not quite yet. Hands on the headboard and don’t move them,” I told him. He gulped and complied, then I went to work, torturing his n*****s with nips and licks. From there, I moved down to his beautiful c**k. “You don’t come. Got it?”

He groaned and nodded. I knew his limits, so I was able to suck, lick, and swallow his c**k to the point where one more time and he’d explode. Then I released it. I sat back on my heels, twirling my finger to indicate he should get on his hands and knees. After one begging look, he complied. I lubed two fingers, thrusting them into his waiting entrance. When he let out a hiss of pain, I paused momentarily, rubbing his back, then stretched him before removing my fingers.

When I didn’t do anything more, he looked at me over his shoulder, moaning, “Brant…Please…”

“Please what?” I asked, slowly lubing my c**k.

“Get that in me before I got crazy.”

“Well, if you insist.” I put the head of my c**k against his hole, thrusting in a second later. He let out a yelp and I stopped, doing nothing more until he begged me to go all the way in. Believe me, I did. My need was as great as his by then. I pulled out some, he pushed back to take my c**k in again. Before long, I was riding him hot and heavy, one hand around his d**k to keep him from coming before I was ready. When I knew one or two more thrusts and I’d go over the edge, I released my grip on his c**k and slammed in hard. His channel tightened around me seconds before we both exploded.

“That was so damned good,” Jimmy said when we finally came down.

“Always is, kid. Always is.” I sat up, stripping us of our condoms, tying them off before tossing them in the trash basket. Then I got up and dressed.

“Can’t you stay?” Jimmy asked plaintively. “Just once?”

“No can do,” I replied. “I have a client at nine and I need some rest.”

“You can sleep here.”

“Jimmy…” I cautioned. Ours was not a relationship based on anything more than good f*****g when we needed it—and he knew that. I ruffled his hair before leaving the bedroom. Grabbing my jacket from where it had landed on the sofa, I exited the apartment, making certain the door locked behind me. As I waited for the elevator, I heard him turn the deadbolt. Then my phone vibrated. There was a text from him, saying Sleep well. I texted back, You, too, as the elevator arrived. Not too much later I was home and in bed. Well sated and considering what my next job would be.

Two days after my foray to the jewelry store, I’d gotten rid of what I took from there, thanks to a friendly—I use the term loosely—fence I knew. He’s only friendly because he knows that I know a couple of things about him he’d rather keep secret. They had nothing to do with his pawn shop business. I also sent the information I had on Morgan and his cronies to the cops. Since Morgan had no idea who I was or what I really looked like, other than the fact I was someone who found out about his…peculiarities…I was safe in doing so.