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His Secrets Luke had always been your role model. He was the high school star who could sling a football and mend hearts with equal skill. When he moved to the city for university, you didn’t hesitate to follow, drawn by your brotherly bond. Every Sunday, like clockwork, he’d drop by your place. Together, you'd watch the game, share a few beers, and catch up, keeping the spirit of old times alive. However, one Sunday evening took an unexpected turn. While Luke was in the bathroom, your phone battery died. In a scramble for a charger, you picked up Luke’s phone from the table and unlocked it using his birthday. Just as you were about to search for a player’s stats, a Grindr notification popped up: "Looking?" Curiosity piqued and heart pounding, you tapped on the message. The conversation you uncovered was recent, disturbingly exchanged while he was right there with you. He had sent a photo album to someone represented only by a muscular torso and startlingly close—just 700 feet away. As you delved deeper, you found dozens of similar exchanges, each one shredding your understanding of Luke. Among them was a photo that hit hardest: Luke at a glory hole, a stark contradiction to the man who boasted about his exploits with women. You hastily replaced the phone as he re-entered the room, but the rest of the evening passed in a surreal haze, haunted by what you'd seen. Luke’s nonchalance and frequent glances at his phone hinted at more clandestine plans, deepening the sense of betrayal. After he left, confusion and a desperate need for answers drove you to follow him into the cold night, tracing his steps to a park mentioned in his chats, the weight of your discoveries pressing down on you. When you reached the park, Luke made a beeline for a small, secluded restroom. Concealed behind a tree, you watched nervously as he scanned the surroundings before entering. Your heart pounded with a mixture of fear and uncertainty as another man arrived shortly after Luke, his build reminiscent of the headless torso from Luke's Grindr chat, disappearing into the restroom behind him. Standing outside, you wrestled with a mix of sadness and confusion, questioning what had led Luke down this corrupt path and whether there was something you could have done to support him. These thoughts were interrupted when the burly man exited the restroom swiftly, his short stay compounding your worries about Luke's safety. Driven by concern, you approached and peered into the grim, neglected bathroom. Spotting Luke’s shoes under the middle stall, you entered the adjacent one to avoid drawing suspicion. The restroom was quiet except for the distant hum of fluorescent lights and the soft chirping of crickets outside. Suddenly, Luke’s shoes tapped twice towards your stall, a gesture you didn’t understand. Before you could respond, the bathroom door creaked open and then snapped shut. Luke quickly retracted his foot, and silence fell over the space. Soon, footsteps echoed as someone entered the remaining stall, followed by another set of taps signaled the start of something private; the unmistakable sounds of movement and unzipping followed. The rhythmic slapping that followed was unmistakable—they were having sex, right there in the cramped public restroom, and Luke was uninhibited, his moans escalating into loud cries of "fuck" and "fuck me" that reverberated off the tiled walls. Overwhelmed by conflicting emotions, your body responded with a raw, physical arousal despite the disgust and shock swirling within you. Almost reflexively, you found yourself masturbating to the cacophony of erotic sounds. The encounter was brief but intense. Luke's sharp cry echoed in the stall, quickly followed by his breathy, "Fuck yeah, fucking fill me up." As the other man left, silence descended, leaving only you and Luke, who remained motionless. He tapped at your stall again. In a daze of shock and arousal, you responded without thinking, initiating a surreal sequence of events. Luke shifted, sliding his lower half under the stall divider, his hands reaching back to expose asshole, red with the marks of his recent fucks. Mixed feelings of revulsion and a compelling desire to clean him overtook you. You started tentatively wiping away the remnants of cum, but soon your fingers were entering deeper into him to scoop them out, eliciting moans from Luke as he pleaded, "Fuck me. Fuck it. Fuck my hole." Your disgust at the other men's claim on him sparked a fierce, possessive desire to erase their presence. Compelled by a mix of desire and dominance, you positioned yourself awkwardly in the cramped stall. As you leaned against the partition for support, your cum-slick hand caused you to slip, sending you crashing into him, your cock penetrating him fully in one swift motion. Both of you grunted in unison. As you steadied yourself, the primal rhythm took over. The tight, warm embrace of Luke's body against yours felt both transgressive and intensely familiar. Each thrust was met with an eager push back from him, his moans a mix of pain and pleasure that fueled your increasing urgency. The small space of the stall amplified every sound, the slap of skin on skin echoing in the confined area, making the act feel even more raw. Luke's continuous cries of encouragement, begging for more, to be fucked deeper, reverberated against the cold, hard walls of the restroom. His hands clawed at the grimy floor, seeking leverage, as he arched his back to meet your thrusts. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and sex. Driven by a complex blend of emotions—jealousy, lust, protectiveness—you found yourself moving with a possessive intensity. Each movement was a claim, a reassertion of your presence in his life, a life that now seemed so alien from the Luke you thought you knew As your pace quickened, the final moments approached with inevitability. Luke's cries grew louder, more desperate, until with a final deep thrust, you both reached the edge. His body tightened around you as he came, his voice cracking as he called out more profanities. You followed, the world narrowing down to the intense sensation of release, filling him, marking him yours in the most primal way possible. As you caught your breath, the sound of a distant door closing snapped you back to the present. Hastily, you gathered yourself and exited the stall just as another man entered. The cold air hit your sweaty face as you walked home, your mind churned in contemplation. You were determined to end these other men's claims on Luke; he was yours, always has been, always will be. A question echoed in your mind with every step through the quiet, dark streets — How could you ensure that Luke belonged only to you?