Unlocking Sexual Secrets

Unlocking Sexual Secrets

Part 73

Nifty / bisexual / adult-friends

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My drive down to Long Island on Thursday for my business 'road trip' wasn't great. There was a traffic accident on the LIE, naturally at the exit just before mine (I needed to take Exit 57). Even the service road was jammed as a result. I ended up detouring on Vets Highway, and then having to double back on myself. Thank you, Satnav.

So, I arrived for my first appointment at the DMV 30 minutes late.

My client liaison there was an easygoing woman in her late twenties, Terri McCann. She was what you'd call a 'larger lady'. She wore her dark hair too short for my liking. I mean that short non-descript nothing hairstyle a lot of women insisted on wearing. I wouldn't really call her a BBW, although she did have a pretty enough face. And I was sure there was a big enough pair of titties in there somewhere. You never know, squeeze her into a tight latex bodysuit and apply the right amount of make-up, and maybe I would.

I managed not to overrun the meeting with Terri and got to my second client visit on time after checking into my hotel.

Work had got me a hotel down by Long Island MacArthur airport. The front- desk was unmanned after 6pm, so access after then was via a keycard. In fact, pretty much everything was via the keycard. Including microwaveable shitty food. Although at least I'd been upgraded to a 'Business Double', and the room itself was decent.

When I got to the second client office, reception informed me that my usual contact, a guy named Brendan Kelly, had called in sick that morning. So, I'd be meeting with one of his colleagues, Dominic Arneil.

I sat waiting in reception, which wasn't too bad as this was one of those companies that seemed to have a red-hot female only receptionist policy, and after a few minutes a light-haired guy I placed at around twenty-five years old greeted me. He had a light olive complexion, if it wasn't for the Irish name I'd have said he was Italian.

We shook hands as introductions were made and it didn't take me long to decide he was definitely 'my type'.

"Hi, I'm Dom. You're Ronald, right?"

"Well, people usually call me Ron."

"Ah, OK," Dom smiled, "Ron it is then. Brendan's got a case of 'man flu'. So, you've got me today. Let's go to the conference room. I'm confident a couple of hours will do. And you need to drive home tonight I guess, so I'll try not to keep you too late."

"No, actually, Dom, I'm staying over. I have another site visit first thing tomorrow. Over in Commack."

"Ah! Cool. Where you staying?"

I gave Dom details of the hotel.

"Ah, the new place near the airport. Everything's automated, I think, right?"

"Yeah, that's the one. Well, the front desk is manned until 6pm."

"I doubt you'll get anything good to eat there. Let me know and I can show you where a great Italian is. You like Italian, right?"

"Doesn't everybody?" I replied with a short laugh.

"Yeah. I'm Italian actually. Well, my mom is. My dad's Irish of course, hence the name. My first name is actually 'Domenico' but when I first joined, they set me up wrong in the HR system and in the end, it was more hassle to get them to change it, so here I go by 'Dominic'. As long as they pay me, I don't care."

I walked along a wide corridor with Dom, then we entered a large rectangular meeting room.

Like I said, Dom was certainly 'my type'. It looked like he'd inherited his not-quite-red hair from his father's side of the family. It was almost a copper color, and he wore it fashionably messy. Facially, he had a well- defined Italian nose and well-formed cheekbones and was clean shaven. He was slightly taller than me, thin, and he looked like he was a gym-goer. Basically, he was a very good-looking guy. The kind I thought probably fucked a different girl every weekend. And I guess he was popular at the office summer picnic.

About an hour into the meeting, Dom brought in a female work colleague, who was called Wendy. She was about 40 and had the weary face of a working mom. She wasn't unpretty, with long dark-brown hair. And she looked like she had a very decent rack hidden under a black woolen sweater. She was a smoker, I could make out a pack of cigarettes and a gold lighter in her purse.

As the meeting drew to a close, another female colleague of Dom's knocked and opened the glass meeting room door before informing Dom that he was needed urgently. Dom made a quick apology and left me in the room with Wendy.

Wendy started with some small talk. As she apparently ran out of things to say, she surprised me with her next comment.

"So, Ron. You've been fine in here on your own with Dom, right? I always half-expect him to try and seduce our male work partners. He's totally gay," Wendy sniggered.

"Oh!" I replied, trying not to show my sudden excitement. "No nothing like that. Strictly business. Dom seems a great guy."

Dom then rejoined us, and after about another 45 minutes the meeting closed. Wendy left the room first.

"I need a cigarette. See you next time, Ron."

Dom then got ready to take me back through to reception. As I went to open the door, Dom suddenly remembered about the Italian restaurant.

"Ah Ron, I nearly forgot! If you have your phone, I'll give you the address of that Italian place. It's the best."

"Ah, OK. Sure, here."

"Unless you're one of those people who doesn't like to eat alone. I haven't been there for a while. If you wanted some company?"

"Sure," I replied, "That would be great. I'm not really a fan of eating in a restaurant alone."

"Let me make a quick call," Dom said with smile.

Dom spoke on his cellphone to a guy called 'Marco' and arranged a table for us at 8pm.

"OK, we're all set. How about I come to your hotel and we'll take my car. That way you can have a beer, or a glass of wine, or whatever. I'll drop you back at the hotel afterwards. Say I get there 7:30pm? That'll give you time to freshen up, call home, etc. I see you're married. The ring."

"Ah yeah, I'll see you at seven-thirty," I replied.

"OK, Ron, give me your cell number. I'll call you when I'm in the parking lot of your hotel."

I gave Dom my number, and then left the office.

Once I got to the hotel, I showered and put on my non-work clothes. I was more than a little excited. I felt there was going to be an opportunity with Dom. I certainly wanted there to be.

I called Louise on her cellphone. She was out for work drinks, but answered quite quickly. She asked what my plans were. I mentioned I was going out to eat Italian. I decided not to mention Dom. And Louise didn't ask any awkward questions, she clearly assumed I was eating on my own.

After the call, I waited expectantly for Dom to call me. I realized I had a semi-erect dick as I sat there, imagining having sex with Dom. Sucking his cock. I was half thinking about masturbating when my phone rang.

"Hey, Ron? Dom here. I'm out front. I'm in a Mustang. Red."

I told Dom I'd be out in a minute.

I picked up my jacket and left the room. A minute later, I got into the car and Dom pulled out of the parking lot and made a right.

==

As Dom had predicted, I liked the food. I avoided a Garlic bread starter (I was hoping I would need fresh breath later) and had Veal Parmigiana which was to die for. Dom had recommended it. He also had the veal. I drank a couple of glasses of red wine. Dom had one Italian beer, then stuck to water.

The dinner conversation was conventional. Family, interests, so on. Dom played tennis, which he said kept him in trim. And like me, he was also a Met fan.

As we finished our meal with an Espresso, Dom looked thoughtfully at the table, then he looked over at me.

"Ron, I guess this doesn't matter but I usually tell people anyway. I'm gay."

"Ah, OK. You didn't have to tell me that. I mean it's 2019, the World's a lot better place than it used to be."

"No, I wanted to."

I thought for a few seconds. I'd run a few scenarios through my head during the meal. I'd felt the best place to make a play would have been on the drive home. In Dom's car. Fuck. What to do? OK, fuck it, I thought. Go for it.

"Actually Dom, I'm bisexual myself."

"Really, Ron?" Dom asked. He looked surprised.

"Yes. Really."

"Well, I usually think my gaydar is pretty good. I didn't suspect."

"Yeah, well. I can never tell either."

I didn't let on that Wendy had mentioned that Dom was gay earlier.

"I don't have anything long-term going on," Dom continued. "I'm more into casual encounters. Ron, you said you're bi. What about your wife? What does she think? Does she even know? Are you one of those curious bi married men? Leads a secret life online?"

"Not really," I replied. "I guess you could say Louise and I have an unconventional sex life."

"Really? How so?"

I hesitated. Then I carried on.

"Well, we sleep with other people. Like, we go to swingers' parties. We do a whole lot of freaky shit, actually. It would probably take me all night to tell you the half of it. Sometimes I don't believe it myself."

Dom let out a soft laugh, "Wow! Interesting."

There was a pregnant pause. I sighed. I felt it was time. I had realized that I was going to have to be the one to take the lead.

"So, Dom. I feel awkward asking, shit, but.." I hesitated again. Do it Ron, do it, I told myself. I gulped, then I just said it.

"Dom, how about you come back to my hotel room?"

Dom looked into my eyes for a few seconds in silence, then he replied.

"OK, Ron, I'd like that. Let me take care of the check."

"No, it's OK Dom, I'll pay. Travel expenses."

==

Dom drove us back to the hotel, and we made the short walk to my room without saying much. The keycard gave me no trouble accessing the main door and my room.

I let Dom enter the room first. As I closed the door, Dom sat down on the large double bed.

"OK, Ron. So, I guess we should talk first about what we like doing. I'll go first. I'm versatile. That means I'll happily put my cock in you, and I'll more than happily let you put your cock in me. I actually prefer it that way, but I'm not totally passive, if you like to play that way."

I walked to the mini-bar, bent over, and opened a cold can of beer. I turned to Dom, who shook his head. I opened the can and took a deep pull, then wiped my mouth.

"Anyway, Ron, like I say, I'm versatile. That's what I put on my Grindr profile. How about you?"

What did I say? I wasn't exactly used to this, even now. I thought briefly before answering.

"Well, Dom, I'm what I think you call 'top'. I think that's how you say it. Most of anything though, I like sucking cock."

Dom smiled.

"Ron, looks like we're compatible. I'm looking forward to this. Ron, come here. On the bed beside me. Come on," Dom said seductively.

I sat down.

"Do you kiss, Ron? I've been with some bi guys who don't. Only with girls."

I did in fact still have reservations about kissing another guy. But I wanted Dom so much, I replied in the affirmative.

Dom leaned his face close to my mine and my heart fluttered as our lips touched. I opened my mouth slightly, and Dom pressed his tongue deep inside me. I found myself getting unexpectedly excited. I responded, and our tongues slipped in and out of each other's mouths as our electric first kiss developed into something much better than I had been expecting.

Dom suddenly stopped. He ran his hand down my chest.

"Ron, let's get undressed. I want you to fuck me. I almost couldn't concentrate during our meeting. All I could think about was us having sex. I think this is such a fucking turn-on. I didn't see this coming, which makes it all the more exciting. I saw the wedding ring, and.. No, no way did I see this coming."

We both stood up. I couldn't get undressed quickly enough. When we were both naked, I stole a glance at Dom's stiffening cock. He had a big one. Uncut. It looked 7-inches semi hard, and Dom's thick wrinkled foreskin wasn't fully retracted.

Me? Well, I was fully hard, and I could feel sticky drops of pre-cum leaking out of my slit.

Dom pushed his body close against mine. Our cocks started to rub together as we started kissing again. My cock was positively aching, and for a moment I was actually worried I'd shoot my load there and then.

I could feel Dom's penis stiffening, getting impressively bigger. I moved back a few inches and this allowed Dom's dick to spring upwards. I felt a bolt of pleasure ripple down my own cock. Don't come, don't come, I tried to convince myself not to come too soon.

Dom put his hand on my shoulder and gently eased me back down onto the bed. Still standing, he leaned over and ran his tongue down my neck starting from just behind my ear.

Pausing with his lips attached to my shoulder, Dom lowered himself slowly and sat down beside me. Then he moved his head further down and started sucking my left nipple. As more pleasure flowed through me, Dom tentatively reached down with his left hand and lightly squeezed my cock and balls. Fuck! Don't come now, Ron, don't!

Then Dom lowered his head down and slipped my cock into his mouth. No, no, I can't, oh fuck!

Bang!

I flinched and let out a guttural groan as my cock twitched uncontrollably and I spurted into Dom's mouth. Jesus! I couldn't stop. My orgasm felt like it lasted a good thirty seconds. It was obviously shorter than that, but I couldn't remember a climax of that intensity, since, well, since fucking forever.

Dom slowly slid my cock out of his mouth. He lifted himself up and looked at me.

"God, Ron. That was wild! I take it you can re-charge, right? I don't want to leave here without us doing more."

I nodded.

"Dom, that was, that was, fucking incredible. Give me a few minutes, I dunno, fifteen? I'll be ready again."

"OK, Ron. How about you see if you can do to me what I just did to you?"

Dom edged off the bed and gestured for me to move up. As my head reached the top of the bed, Dom grabbed two pillows and made space for me, then told me to lie back, which I did. I relaxed onto the pillows so that my head was tilted upwards, and down towards the bottom of the bed.

Then Dom carefully straddled me at chest level.

I was now able to take in the full splendor of his magnificent fat cock, the shiny light purple head now fully exposed.

"Ron," Dom said from above me, "I'm going to fuck your mouth. I'm sure you can handle it. I won't be too rough, I promise."

I gulped and opened my mouth so I could receive Dom's meat. Dom pointed his cock towards my mouth and leaned forwards. He paused when the tip of his penis was at my lips. I pushed my tongue forward and licked. Fuck, that taste! I loved it.

Dom then moved further forward and his thick cock filled my mouth. He paused. Then he pulled back and started firmly but gently thrusting his dick in and out of my stretched willing mouth.

On a couple of Dom's firmer thrusts, I gagged slightly, but as I got used to the rhythm of Dom's motion, I got into the groove, and I even felt my own cock stirring with early signs of revitalization.

Dom was moaning quietly as he pumped my mouth. I was desperate for him to come. Not because I wasn't enjoying him fucking my eager mouth. It wasn't that. I just wanted to give Dom the same kind of pleasure he had given me.

Dom seemed to go on longer than I expected. I guess I myself had suffered from what could only be described as an over-excited case of premature ejaculation.

Eventually Dom's soft moans stopped, the noises replaced by a steady low- pitched whine. Dom's cock suddenly went rock-hard, and I knew what was about to come.

Dom's cock was on the out-stroke as he came with a gasp, trying not to shout as he released a climactic "OOOOOOOHHH, FUUUUUUHHHCCKKK!".

The first delicious splash of Dom's cum pulsed onto the front part of my tongue. Dom quickly pushed his cock firmly back inwards, and a second rope of cum caught the back of my throat. I choked momentarily as Dom quickly withdrew before a final dose of salty sperm flowed into my mouth as he made one final orgasmic in-thrust.

Dom pulled back one final time and I closed my mouth tightly round his glans refusing to release him. I sucked every last drop of Dom's sperm from the tip of his beautiful cock, then I opened my mouth and let Dom withdraw completely.

"Ron, you're good," Dom smiled. "That was good. Yes, very good."

Dom flipped himself off of me and lay down next to me. He pushed his head close to mine and we started kissing again. Much to my surprise, I found myself enjoying our tender embrace. Maybe I was starting to like kissing other guys?

==

We kissed for around another ten, fifteen minutes. Then I got hard again, closely followed by Dom.

Dom got me to tongue his asshole for a little while before he showed me how he wanted me to fuck him.

Dom lay on his side, and I spooned into him, slipping my cock between his trim butt cheeks. Dom helped guide me in, and I let out a soft groan as I penetrated his tight asshole.

I wasn't used to this position, in fact I wondered if I even had a big enough dick for it to work this way. But after some wiggling around on Dom's part, and some awkward and unsatisfactory jabs from me as Dom backed his ass onto my erect pole, I eventually slid all the way in before finding a slow succulent rhythm. I carefully fucked Dom while he slowly and deliberately stroked his cock in time to my penile nudges.

I came first. It was naturally less intense than my premature explosion earlier, and very soon after, I felt Dom's butthole expand and contract around my cock as he dumped a small pool of his cum onto the bedsheet underneath him.

I relaxed and pulled out of Dom, then carefully traversed his body so that I could lick up the small cloudy white pool of cum on the bed. Finally, I gobbled his cock and sucked him dry.

I took a moment then went to the bathroom. When I came back into the room, Dom had started dressing.

"Ron, much as I'd like to, I can't spend the night, and maybe you don't want me to anyway. Sorry, I have to feed my cat. I really enjoyed tonight, though. Really."

"I did too, Dom," I replied.

"By the way Ron, when you were in the bathroom your phone buzzed. Maybe it was your wife?"

When Dom had dressed and walked to the door, I followed him, and we kissed one last time, tenderly but passionately.

"Who knows, Ron? You're down this way again, give me a call. You have my number on your cell from earlier. Maybe we can do this again. No pressure. I'm cool with a one-off if that's what it ends up being."

Dom then opened the door and left.

As the door clicked shut, I jumped back onto the bed and checked my phone. Louise, 'missed call'. Six minutes ago. It was only just after 10:30pm. I clicked on the missed call notification and waited as Louise's cell rang.

She picked up just before I thought about hanging up.

"Ron, wait a minute. Let me go outside. Hang on!"

There was a lot of noise in the background. The noise dimmed, and Louise picked up the call again.

"Ron. Where were you? Where are you?"

I could tell Louise was drunk.

"I'm in the hotel."

"Where were you?"

"I was taking a shit," I lied, "Sorry."

Lying on the phone was much easier than lying in person. Although I reckoned that I could carry off lying to Louise's face better than I used to be able to.

"Yuck! Anyway, Ron, I am going to ask you a favor. OK, baby? You don't have to say 'yes', but.."

I wondered where this was going. If it was her asking if she could fuck somebody, I didn't know how I would react. Certainly, the amazing sex with Dom had put me in a better mood than I would have been if I'd eaten alone and sat in my hotel room jerking off to shemale porn all night.

"Well, Ron, Rudy is spending the night at Cara's with his new boyfriend, Grainger Pollock. Grainger's done some work for me, he's a really nice guy. Married. And his wife doesn't know he's gay. It's all VERY hush hush but Rudy won't mind me telling you. Anyway, Cara's here and she's at a loose end. Ron, baby, I'd like to have Cara stay over. You know, 'stay over'."

Well, I told myself that this was better than her asking me if she could fuck some random guy.

"Just Cara?" I asked.

"Yes, just Cara. I'm not having Shawna join us. In fact, I'll make out to Shawna that Cara's just a friend. I don't want Jon Parker knowing our business. Maybe I get Cara to wait until Shawna's left. I don't fucking know, whatever. I'll work it out."

I breathed in.

"OK, Louise. Go for it. Have fun!"

"Ron, THANK you soooooooh much. I LOVE you, baby! And Cara sends her love too. She's really looking forward to dinner in a couple of weeks."

"OK, Louise. We'll speak tomorrow, OK?"

"Right Ron, honey. Got to go! I'm finishing my drink, and then home to bed with Cara! Love you!"

"Love you too," I replied as Louise cut the call.

I didn't feel at all guilty about what had just happened between Dom and me. In fact, I felt not one fucking ounce of guilt. I reflected that I wished that Dom had stayed the night.

I picked up my laptop and started a search for some shemale porn. I also opened up a chat window. The website through which I'd met that tranny at Romeos. 'Jaqui' if I remembered correctly. But there appeared to be no local action, so I masturbated as I fantasized about Dom. Beautiful Dom.

When I eventually had an orgasm, it was a good one.

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