Little Men Secret

By Vena Groeth

a sweet and unforgettable secret, an unexpected invitation and a carnal initiation. to smile in affection until the extreme enjoyment. A man's world that has its secrets

• Language: English
• Publisher: Vena Groeth
• Release date: Jun 20, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223982500

Book preview

I had stumbled out of the cabana and headed back to the covered porch where everyone else had sought protection from the rain. My breath had come in snatches, not because of the exertion, but because I was still a little freaked out by what had happened in the cabana a few minutes before. My girlfriend’s dad had come on to me.

Some of the details are a little blurry now, six months later, but on the whole, my memory is clear enough. The rain had come on without warning, interrupting my girlfriend’s 18th birthday party with a roar of wind and a crash of thunder that brought shrieks and laughter from the two dozen friends who were grilling burgers and drinking beer in the backyard.

Most of the group ran to the porch, including my girlfriend, Jenny, her mom and most of our friends. Jenny’s dad and I, who were standing next to the pool when the rain hit, headed the opposite direction, toward the cabana at the back of the property.

When we reached the cabana I turned around and spotted Jenny at the edge of the porch, just out of the rain. She was saying something I couldn’t quite catch in the pelting rain but might have been, What the hell are you doing over there? I shrugged theatrically and mouthed back, What can I say? She waved at me dismissively, smiled and turned to her friends.

It was only then that I realized I was alone with her dad.

Dan was fairly young as dads go, forty at the oldest, and still a pretty good-looking guy. He and Jenny’s mom, Tina, had married and had kids young, and they were still youthful and, it seemed to most of our friends, pretty cool. They let us drink beer in the house—though nothing stronger than beer, and not ever enough of that to get drunk—and they looked the other way if they caught us smoking pot.

I always had a bit of a crush on Tina, who was not as pretty as her daughter but much more shapely, and who had a way of looking at you that to a horny kid of eighteen felt more than a little flirtatious.

Dan, for his part, was much admired by the girls my age. I had overheard them many times talking about how sexy he was, and they were given to giggling whenever he spoke to them for more than five minutes. No doubt he was good-looking, with sandy blond hair that never quite accepted a combing and light blue eyes, but it never occurred to me to think of him as sexy.

When we found ourselves standing together under the cabana, half-soaked from the rain, we both laughed and plopped into some chairs facing the pool to wait out the rain.

After a few moments of awkward silence, Dan said, It doesn’t look like the rain’s going to stop for a bit, how about he have another beer? Without waiting for an answer he went inside the cabana. I heard a couple of cabinets opening and closing, and then the sound of ice clinking in glasses, and a few seconds later he came back with two glasses and a bottle of scotch on a tray.

This is better than beer, he said, and poured a generous splash of the amber liquid over the ice in one glass and handed it to me.

I must have looked unsure about it—I was unsure because I had had scotch only once before and didn’t much like it—but he said, Swirl it around a bit to melt some ice, and sip it slowly, it’ll go down smooth enough.

I did as he said and took a sip. It made me cough and wheeze, which made Dan laugh, but the second sip went down better and the third one better still. Meanwhile, I noted Dan had drunk his whole drink, which had been more generously splashed than mine, and poured himself another. As he did so I realized he was not drunk exactly but certainly loose and happy, and after finished my drink I felt loose and happy, too.

The rain was still coming down hard. Jenny came to the edge of the porch and waved again, saying, Come on, I think, but I just smiled at her, held up my empty glass and pointed at her dad. She shook her head, saluted me with the beer she was drinking and slipped back into the crowd. By now someone had turned the music up pretty loud, some kids were dancing and Tina, I noticed, was chatting earnestly with a couple of my buddies in one corner of the porch. It was as if everyone had forgotten about Dan and me.

Dan and I talked for a few minutes about how hard the rain was falling and other inconsequential subjects, and after ten minutes or so I got up, needing to pee.

There was a small bathroom with just a toilet and a sink in the back of the cabana. I had gone in, nudged the door closed with my foot and undone the button on my shorts when the door opened again and Dan squeezed in. I was already standing there with my dick in my hand but he didn’t seem to notice; he