Unlocking Sexual Secrets
Part 144
Nifty / bisexual / adult-friends
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OK, where were we?
A few days after the party at Xochi, Louise told me that she'd heard some interesting news from Evan and Joanne's New Year party.
"Well, Ron. Seems there was some action at the party. Evan and Joanne fucked another couple. You don't know them, Renee and Paul Smith. I've met them a couple of times. They have a son plays soccer with Nathan. You know, I didn't think they were the type, but I guess you can never tell. They go to Church and everything. But that's not the main thing I wanted to tell you. Evan and Joanne first of all made a play for Jon and Shawna. In front of everybody. Joanne was really fucked up. Drunk, I mean. Of course, Jon was all for it, Shawna wasn't. They had a row. Jon and Shawna, I mean. Shawna stormed off, left the party, and Jon and Shawna are no longer an item."
"Oh," I replied.
"But don't you be getting any ideas. I know you have a thing for Shawna. Don't even think about it!"
==
In the last week in January, I had a chance meeting with someone I had some 'history' with. Well, I guess it was someone Louise and I both had 'history' with.
I was in a bar after work with an ex-colleague I hadn't seen in a while. About five minutes after we got there, he took a call from his pissed-off, and very pregnant wife before apologetically leaving me with pretty much a full beer to finish. And his beer too.
As I took a pull on my lager, I felt a tap on my left arm. I turned.
Fuck. It was Rudy.
"Hi, Ron. Long time no see!"
"Shit, Rudy! Yeah. It's been ages."
"You with someone?" Rudy asked, pointing to the second untouched beer on my table.
"No. Well, I was. But he got a call. Had to go home. Domestic emergency. So, I get two for the price of one. Although I guess it's me that's picking up the tab. So, two for the price of two."
"Can I join you? I was meant to meet someone. But they just called me with some lame ass excuse. And just after the Uber drove off. I hate when that happens."
"Yeah, why not," I replied, "You might as well have his beer. It's fresh. Ordered about five minutes ago."
I'd long given up on being pissed off with Rudy. I didn't have to force myself too hard to be friendly. And the sex between us had been very good. That was one thing I couldn't deny.
"Oh. Yeah. OK. Thanks," Rudy replied before sitting down on the seat opposite me.
Rudy took a decent gulp of beer.
"So, how's things? How's Louise?" Rudy asked.
"Well, I guess things are OK," I replied.
"Oh. Good."
"How are things with you, Rudy?"
"Not too bad," Rudy replied. "I'm not involved with anybody. Well, you know, long term. Just keeping things casual."
"Yeah. Things have calmed down a lot with me," I responded. "With us," I added.
"Oh. I take it you mean, well, you know, eh.. stuff. I mean, shit, you know what I mean."
"Yeah, that. A lot less, eh.. you know. Hectic. A lot less hectic. Louise and I don't, eh, swing, if that's the term. Not anymore."
I wondered why I was even telling Rudy this stuff.
"I still occasionally see Cara," Rudy said after taking a sip of lager. "And I hear Billy's still with that same guy. I've seen them out and about. Matty."
"Yeah, Bill always has a guy," I replied, "Must be his personality," I smiled.
"Or his money," Rudy replied. Not smiling.
"Yeah, you could be right," I replied.
"Ron, shit, sorry. You don't have to answer. Sorry in advance if this is too personal. Do you still.. eh.. with guys?"
"No," I replied.
"Oh. OK. So, I guess it was just a phase. I liked when we were together."
"Rudy.."
"You were inexperienced. Hungry. I liked that."
"Rudy, I'd prefer not to talk about it."
"Oh. OK. Sorry."
"Yeah, well I have to go after this beer. Need to get home."
"Oh. OK. I'm not sure what I'll do tonight. Seeing my date stood me up."
"Yeah, that's unfortunate."
"Ron, eh.. I have a new apartment, it's eh.. not that far away by car."
"Rudy, I.."
"Ron, nobody would know. I won't tell anyone. Why don't we, you know, just one more time, for old times' sake?"
"Haven't we done this before?" I asked. "One time during lunch break?"
"Eh.. yeah. And it was so fucking good. Tell me you didn't enjoy it. Ron?"
I didn't reply.
"Ron, we can do it again. We can be quick. Louise, well, you're out for a beer with the guy who just left you early. She won't know that. You must have some time. It's like you have a free pass. Like this was meant to happen."
"I can't," I replied.
"You can't or you won't?"
"Rudy, this is.."
"Ron, I think you want to. I think you still want guys. I know you want me. I can see it. I can feel it. Ron, I think you're turned on even now, just thinking about it."
"Rudy, don't."
"Ron, do."
"Rudy.."
"Ron.. yes, or no? I know you want to."
==
The sex with Rudy was rough, quick, and intense.
I took complete control. There was no conversation, no pre-game ceremonies. When we got to his bedroom, and we nearly didn't make it as far as his bedroom, I instantly unzipped and stuck my cock in his mouth.
Then I practically tore his clothes off before I devoured his stiff penis, working it with my tongue, swallowing it deep, before I undressed, throwing my clothes any-fucking-where, then pulled his body to the edge of his bed. I spat on his asshole, rubbed my spit in with two fingers, then lifted his legs up and leaned down, before sticking my cock deep into his willing asshole.
I got myself set and jackhammered in and out of Rudy's tight asshole as he lay on his back frantically wanking his beautiful stiff cock. Finally, as Rudy spurted a single thin rope of cum high up onto his belly, I correspondingly dumped a big load deep in his ass.
Then I pulled out, and asked Rudy where his bathroom was.
==
After I cleaned up, I put my clothes back on and looked down at Rudy, who was lying on the bed sucking on a fruit-scented vape.
"Rudy. This was a one off. Please, do me a favor. Don't talk to anybody about this. It would complicate things for me. So just don't. Definitely not Cara."
"Sure, Ron. Our little secret. I never see Louise these days anyway. And I won't say anything to Cara about this."
Then I turned round and left Rudy's apartment and drove home. I wondered if I'd see Rudy again.
==
Later that night, Louise and I had sex. I was a lot more considerate than I was with Rudy earlier. Although something didn't seem right with Louise. Like she wasn't into it. Shit, was this a 'Duty Fuck'? Were we back to that? Even Louise's potty mouth bullshit would have been better.
After I'd come, I realized that however good it was with Louise, or in this case when it had just been OK, nothing with her could ever beat sucking a guy's cock or fucking a guy's tight asshole.
It hit me like a sudden revelation. Shit. What was I going to do with my life?
==
The answer to that question was go on seeing other guys in secret. One late afternoon, it was a Saturday, Louise took the kids to a Birthday Party. I took the opportunity to pay a visit to Romeo's. I started going to Romeo's a lot more around this time.
Anyway, I told Louise I was going shopping.
When I got into the cabin area downstairs at Romeo's, I was disappointed that the cabins on the side walls, the best ones for a gloryhole suck job, were all taken. I was about to turn around and leave when a younger guy with cropped blond hair and a sailor-type tunic walked round the corner, practically bumping into me.
He stared at me.
"This one here looks free," he said, pushing the door to one of the middle cubicles. "Come on, quick. Before anybody else comes."
I pushed the door open wider, and I walked in. the blonde guy followed me in and latched the cubicle door. The cubicle was longer and narrower than the ones I usually used.
The guy was pretty good-looking and had a bleached blonde flat-top, with darker eyebrows, that were most definitely groomed.
"OK, I'll keep this simple," he said quickly, "I want to suck your dick. You don't have to do anything in return. But I want you to come in my mouth. Is that OK?" he asked.
"Yeah, sure," I replied.
"Ok, sit there," he said pointing me to a small black fake-leather covered bench.
I sat down and looked up at the screen on the far wall which was playing a hetero porno. It featured a skinny female model being roughly analed and mouth-fucked by too rough-looking guys. Her eye make-up was smeared like she'd been crying, and every time she took one of the guy's massive cocks down her throat it looked like she was going to puke up. I tuned out of the movie. Not really my thing.
The guy was quickly into the front of my pants. I wasn't anywhere near hard, but this didn't put the guy off.
He knelt down and leaned forward before taking my limp dick in his mouth.
I gasped as he started swirling his tongue around the head of my cock. Fuck, it started out like I was about to have a mini-orgasm. This guy was an expert.
Pretty soon I was fully stiff in his mouth.
He did me firm and fast, repetitively pushing his head down all the way until his nose bumped my pubic bone then jerking his face back until my cock nearly slipped out of his mouth.
I soon gave in to the physical imperatives developing deep in my abdomen, and as the guy kept on frantically mouth fucking my rigid pole, my whole body suddenly tensed, and I spurted a load down his hungry throat.
When I'd cooled down, the guy stood up. I reached over and gripped the crotch of the gray sweatpants he was wearing. He was rock hard.
The guy just looked at me and smiled.
"Sorry. No can do. Got to get home and give this to my wife. She's suspicious, and if I can't deliver a wholesome load, she'll nag me all night about me fucking another girl. If only she knew."
"Ah, OK," I replied, "Sorry."
"No, it's OK. Now, if I can get another mouthful before I have to go, it'll have been a good trip. Might see you back her some time. I usually show up Saturday afternoons. On my way home from work. I'm in retail."
"OK," I replied.
Then the guy turned and left the cubicle.
I stood up, put my dick back in my pants, and watched the girl on the screen now having her face slapped by two massive dicks. I left before the cumshots.
==
Later that night, I fucked Louise. It was another duty fuck. Not me, I mean. Her. Things were getting a bit weird between us, but I didn't push it. As usual.
But I felt something wasn't right.
TO BE CONTINUED
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