Unlocking Sexual Secrets
Part 84
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Louise and I had decent sex on Friday night.
We kissed for a long time downstairs before going up to bed. After we undressed, Louise sucked my cock, taking her time. Her new 'style' was exquisite. I mean it was so good that I'd even stolen it myself. And when we started to fuck, I concentrated hard on Louise's pleasure spots, and given her reactions, I seemed to be pushing all of Louise's right buttons.
Eventually, Louise adopted her cum position and had a powerful orgasm on top of me as I squeezed her nipples hard.
Afterwards, Louise smoked a cigarette. Then we started again. Louise got me hard using her mouth, and she proceeded to suck me off, while stimulating my anus gently with her gold vibrator, not pushing it in too far. Not at all bad.
In the aftermath of my second orgasm, Louise smoked another cigarette, then reminded me of something.
"Ron, you never did take me to an Adult Store. How about we do that in a couple weeks? When the kids are with my mom."
I quickly decided that it wouldn't do to take Louise to Romeo's. What if one of the staff members acted like I'd been there before? So, I decided to do some research. I told Louise I'd need to do some googling.
When Louise fell asleep, I checked out a couple of places online that looked like they might work. One was in Connecticut, but drivable.
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The following Wednesday, we had a softball game over in Rye Brook. After the first inning it rained hard, and after 45 minutes waiting around, and the Umps checking the weather forecast, the game got called.
Some of the guys suggested a beer. There was a big discussion about where, and 'closer to home' won that vote. As I changed out of my uniform, I realized that there was an Adult Store I'd checked out online, not too far from where I now was, over in Connecticut. I estimated it was about a twenty-minute drive. I made my excuses and said I'd head straight home, managing to wangle out of giving anybody, especially Jon Parker, a ride home with me. Most of the guys were going for beers anyway. I let the other guys drive off, then I headed in the opposite direction.
The drive took me a little over my twenty-minute estimate, not helped by a wrong turn. I eventually pulled into a parking lot in front of a strip mall that looked pretty run down. I circled slowly, making sure I'd actually come to the right place, then I saw a sign next to a barbershop with an arrow pointed to the 'Adult Store'.
I looked for one of the better-lit parking spots, and as I got ready to park, I noticed a tall young blonde guy standing smoking a cigarette. I couldn't totally make him out in the light, but it looked like he might be wearing make-up. I pulled up on the other side of the sign for the store, and parked. That way I'd have to walk past the guy to get to the store, which looked like it was accessed from a narrow alleyway. I was maybe fifteen feet from the guy as I stepped out of my car and locked up.
As I stepped onto the sidewalk, I saw the guy glance at me and throw his half-smoked cigarette on the ground before crushing it out. I could see now he was definitely wearing make-up.
As I got closer, the guy, who looked early twenties, stared at me and took another cigarette from his coat pocket.
"Hi. You got a light?" the guy asked, as I reached him.
"No, sorry, I don't.. Ah! wait," I said, "I have a lighter in the car."
I remembered Cara had left a lighter in my car and I'd kept it in the glovebox. I went and retrieved it, and a few moments later, I handed the lighter to the tall blonde guy in make-up, who lit his cigarette.
"Thanks," the guy said, handing me back the lighter.
"You're welcome," I replied.
The guy was tall and thin, and had a short haircut, like a slightly bushy flat top, curled on top, shaved at the sides. He was wearing a long black overcoat, baggy gray jogging pants and loosely laced hi-top sneakers. His eyelashes were thickly mascara-ed, and it looked like he'd rouged his well- formed cheekbones. He was definitely wearing lipstick. It was kind of peachy colored and I made out orangey lipstick stains on the white tip of his cigarette as he removed it from his mouth. I caught a whiff of menthol smoke.
"I'm glad it's stopped raining," the guy said.
"Yeah, me too." I was feeling a little tongue-tied. The guy was very pretty. Definitely 'my type', as Louise would say.
The guy took a slow drag on his cigarette. He tilted his head up and exhaled a cloud of smoke skywards. Then he turned his attention back to me.
"I take it you're going to the Adult Store?" the young guy asked.
"Ehm, yes," I replied quietly.
"Nobody ever stops here after eight if they're not going to the Adult Store," the guy said.
"Ah, OK," was all I could manage to reply.
"I'd suggest you take me in there," the guy continued, "But they know my ID is fake. And they never let me in if it's busy. I've been in before, you know?"
"Ah, OK."
"You're not very talkative, are you?" the guy observed, "But I like the silent type. Mature, thoughtful, maybe a little troubled. Complicated. I like it when there's more to a man than just his good looks."
Flirty. It was pretty clear where this was going. Even so, I was still a little nervous.
The guy took another overly effeminate pull on his cigarette, he was sucking on it from the right side of his peachy lipped mouth, then continued speaking.
"So, I like your type. How about you? Do you like my type?" the guy asked raising his eyebrows, which I saw he'd plucked into two perfectly shaped dark arches.
I coughed before replying.
"Actually, I do," I replied.
"That's good," the guy said back, "By the way, I'm Donnie."
"Ah, OK. Donnie. Pleased to meet you."
"I see you're not from Norwalk. Your license plates. New York state."
"Yeah," I replied, then suddenly remembering, I added, "I'm Ron, by the way."
Shit! Maybe I should have given a fake name. But the more I looked at Donnie, the more attractive he became in my eyes. I wasn't completely on top of my game. I even had butterflies in my stomach.
"Well, if it's too far to your place, we can go to mine. Would you like that, Ron?"
I suddenly thought about something.
"Donnie, sorry to ask, but would this be a fee-paying transaction?"
Donnie burst out laughing. As he finished laughing, he took another deep pull on his cigarette.
"Oh no, Ron! Jeez, I'm flattered you think I could hook, but no, I do this stuff strictly for fun."
"Ah, sorry," I replied.
"So, Ron, google maps says my apartment is seven minutes' drive from here. How about you drive me home?"
I swallowed, nervously. Even though I felt I should be used to this, I still got nervous in these situations.
"OK. You live on your own, right?" I asked.
"Not exactly. But my roommate, who's a girl by the way, works nights in a restaurant near the Aquarium. She doesn't get off until eleven. Place is all ours for a couple hours."
"Ah, OK. I can't stay long.."
"I know, Ron, I know. It's fine. I don't mind a cute older guy like you loving and leaving me."
Donnie took a final long drag on his cigarette, then threw it onto the asphalt.
"Ron, so. Are we going?"
"Sure, Donnie, let's go to your place."
Donnie smiled a sweet almost feminine smile back at me. I was looking forward to this.
==
I let Donnie into the car, and he told me to take a right when we exited the parking lot. Except for Donnie giving me directions, we didn't talk at all as I drove. It only seemed a few minutes before Donnie told me to park in what looked like an aged condo type development. It had that at least thirty years old look.
"OK, Ron here we are. I'm right here," Donnie said pointing to a first- floor apartment.
We both got out of the car, and Donnie led the way to a communal entrance hall. He used a key to give us access, then walked to the first apartment on the right. Donnie opened the door using the same key and walked in.
"Come in, Ron. Welcome to my humble abode."
I entered into a medium-sized square living area with a kitchen area off to the left. Donnie pointed me to a sofa, and I sat down. He walked to a coat rack and took off his overcoat, hanging it up.
Wow! Donnie was wearing a tight pink T-shirt, cropped, which exposed his smooth thin waist.
He walked over to the kitchen area, which was separated from the main living area by a hatch. I heard a refrigerator door open and close, then he walked round slowly with two plastic bottles of water which he put on a small table next to the couch.
"Oh, Ron, I have to confess. I do love those silver streaks in your hair. You are totally my type of guy. Ron, do you kiss?" Donnie asked me.
I hesitated, then said 'Yes'.
Donnie sat down next to me and leaned towards me. I pushed my face forward and our lips touched. Donnie took the lead softly opening his mouth and kissing me, then tentatively exploring my mouth with his tongue. I opened my mouth and soon we were full-on French-kissing. I was getting excited.
Donnie leaned back as we uncoupled our mouths.
"OK, Ron. Let's go to bed. OK?"
"Sure," I replied, breathlessly. I wanted this very badly.
Donnie stood up and we walked to the back of the apartment where there were two closed doors. Donnie opened the door to our left.
"C'mon, Ron, let's not waste time. Let's do this."
I followed Donnie into a small bedroom, which looked very tidy. There was a small bed lined up sideways against the back wall, a small wardrobe, and a dresser, but not much else in the room.
I got undressed quickly. I was desperate to get into Donnie's tight youthful ass. I watched as Donnie kicked off his sneakers then pulled his loose jogging pants down. Shit. He was wearing woolen pink stockings, and he had this red pouch thing like a stripper would wear which was covering a not insubstantial bulge between his legs. As I gazed longingly at Donnie's incredible slim body, I also liked that Donnie's silky smooth hairless skin was unblemished by any tattoos. Fuck, put simply, Donnie was beautiful. The stiffness in my rod intensified as Donnie glanced over at me and beckoned me towards his bed.
I walked over to Donnie who took me by my lower arms and grabbed me in towards him. I lost my balance slightly and we tumbled onto the bed. As soon as we landed Donnie started kissing me again. The waxy feel of Donnie's peach-glossed lips aroused me intensely, as we embarked on another bout of frenzied French-kissing.
I felt Donnie slip his hand down my waist, and I gasped as Donnie's palm found its target. I flinched as Donnie closed his palm around my pre-cum dripping dick. Donnie seemed to sense my excitement and squeezed harder. Shit, I thought I was going to explode.
I twisted my body so I could return the favor, my hand seeking out Donnie's own cock. I felt the vinyl-esque consistency of Donnie's pouch and I grew in excitement as I felt the heat of Donnie's boy meat, which had snaked its way out of the top of the tiny garment. I squeezed my hand down and in, my wrist sliding against his erect member before I cupped his perfectly shaven ball sack.
I squeezed gently, then pushed myself upwards on my left elbow. I felt Donnie pull his cropped T-shirt upwards, and I paused as he took it off. We immediately resumed kissing, then after maybe ten seconds, I extracted my tongue from Donnie's mouth and slowly ran it down the side of his neck. Donnie shivered in response. I slowly licked his perfect skin all the way to his breastbone, and then I started sucking Donnie's right nipple. Donnie gave a light high-pitched moan as I worked his stiff bud with my tongue and lips.
As I switched my attention to Donnie's other nipple, he squirmed in delight and gyrated his cock against my open hand. He was now moaning more loudly, which turned me on incredibly. I continued running my wet tongue down Donnie's firm belly, pausing at his navel, where I worked my tongue for a few seconds in a circular motion. Donnie tensed and gasped a slow 'Aaaaaah!".
That delighted me, so much so that I couldn't hold myself back any longer. I yanked Donnie's pouch to one side and eagerly swallowed the entire length of Donnie's sweet young shaft.
Donnie gripped my head and breathed out heavily.
"Oh, fuck, Ron, oh my.." Donnie whimpered.
I started to bob my head up and down. I wanted Donnie's cum in my mouth.
But as I worked Donnie's cock more actively, I felt him grip my head and pull me upwards.
"Ron, I need you to fuck me. Right now! Stop fucking teasing me you sexy bastard!"
I moved up the bed and we kissed again. As I squeezed my body into Donnie's, I felt a tingle of electricity as our shafts came together. I mashed my groin into Donnie's and almost lost control as the tip of my cock slid up his slippery pole.
Donnie gripped both of my upper arms and pushed me down and to the side, so that I was lying on my back on the mattress. Donnie flicked his head upwards, his golden curly locks springing backwards, then without any ceremony he straddled me.
Donnie reached under his pillow with his left hand and lifted up a lube dispenser. It was a stubby cylinder with 'Play' written on it. He looked down and smiled at me silently, then squirted a decent amount of lube onto his hand before gripping my aching root. He carefully oiled up my shaft.
Satisfied that I was well lubricated, Donnie released my dick. Then staring at me silently, he positioned himself over my cock and took a hold of my slippery tool one more time.
Donnie's eyes opened wide as he carefully fed my length into his asshole.
"Oh, yeah. Oh, Ron, oh yeah, oh yeah.."
Donnie pushed down as far as he could go. When he hit bottom, I automatically started pumping upwards. As we got into a rhythm, Donnie started to stroke his gorgeous meatstick, which was cut, and must have been around 8-inches in length. He was completely smooth down below, not a hint of any pubic hair. His cock was perfect.
As I pumped upwards, stretching Donnie's tight ass, he started moaning, a long series of repetitive, "Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah's".
I pumped harder, I was finding this so goddamn exciting, so liberating even. I felt like I was on the edge of an orgasm with every firm upwards thrust. This was truly fucking perfection. My only worry was that I wasn't going to last very long.
Suddenly, I felt Donnie's asshole contract and squeeze inwards around my shaft. Then Donnie started to twitch, his eyes screwed tightly shut and his mouth open.
Suddenly, I watched in a mixture of surprise and delight as Donnie groaned before firing a very long thin string of watery cum that landed on my chest. Fuck, there was so much! As Donnie splashed more less intense spurts of seed onto my belly I felt my own ass tighten and with that itchy feeling that preceded every climax, I exploded and started to fill Donnie's shithole with what felt like a torrent of cum. Fuck, this was on another level. I could not believe the waves of pleasure resonating through my entire lower body.
In fact, only after my orgasm subsided did I realize that I'd been practically screaming as I came.
We held still for maybe fifteen seconds, before Donnie gave me a wide smile and leaned over and kissed me, tenderly. Then he maneuvered himself off of me and walked out of the room, I assumed he was going to the bathroom. Donnie was gone two, maybe three minutes before he returned.
When he came back into the bedroom, Donnie had a cigarette and lighter in his hands. He lit up, then walked over and kissed me. Then he edged onto the bed and put his head on my chest. I automatically put my arm around him.
"Ron, that was great. Fuck, I haven't cum like that for ages," Donnie confessed as he took another light pull on his cigarette.
I asked Donnie where the bathroom was. I got up and headed there, then I took a piss, before washing myself thoroughly in the groin area, using liquid soap from a plastic dispenser by the faucet of the washbowl.
When I come back into the bedroom, Donnie looked up at me and smiled.
"Ron, would you like to fuck me again?"
"Yes, Donnie, I would. There's probably nothing more I'd like to do. But I can't, not tonight."
"Not tonight?" Donnie asked.
"I have to get home, sorry Donnie."
"OK, Ron. I don't want to pressure you. I mean I can see you're a married man. But you said 'Not tonight'. Would that mean you'd like to do this again some other time?"
I thought about it for a few seconds.
"Donnie, give me your number. Yes, I would like to see you again."
"OK, Ron, it's.."
"Hang on a second, Donnie."
I found my burner, and typed Donnie's number in as he recited it. I read it back to him to confirm I got it correct, then saved it as a contact. 'D'.
I got dressed and Donnie walked me to the door. As I paused to leave, Donnie started to kiss me. I responded, and for a second, I wondered if in fact I did have time for 'Round 2'. But reluctantly, I detached my lips from Donnie's and opened the door.
"Ron, you really are my perfect man. You'll call me, right?" Donnie asked.
"I will Donnie. I can't guarantee it will be next week, but I will call you."
I left Donnie's apartment and drove home. I stopped off at a 24-hour store and bought a can of beer, which I chugged in the parking lot.
When I got home Louise was on the phone. I headed upstairs and took a shower. After I felt I was totally clean, I went downstairs. Louise looked up at me.
"Ron, that was Joanne. She's asking if we could do a dinner date. Her and Randall. Well, it sounds like it will be her and Raquel. She says Randall is particularly keen. It would be at their place. Just the four of us. I'm good with it, and I'm OK with you and Raquel getting intimate. What do you think?"
"Can I think about it, Louise?" I replied.
"I said I'd let them know by Saturday lunchtime. OK? You need to let me know by Friday night. I'm out for drinks tomorrow, so think about it and let me know. And, Ron, you can say 'no' if you want to. I won't be mad."
I went into the kitchen and grabbed a beer. Louise and I sat and talked for a little while, work stuff, family stuff. As we talked, I thought about the potential liaison with Joanne and Randall. I remembered what Randall had said to me, and I already knew I was going to agree to the rendezvous.
After a half hour or so, we went upstairs. Thankfully Louise didn't seem interested in sex tonight, so I didn't push it. Louise kissed me, then turned over and went to sleep. I lay awake for a while thinking about the meet-up with Randall and Joanne. But I also thought a lot about Donnie.
When I was sure Louise was asleep, I walked to the bathroom and masturbated, remembering Donnie's beautiful face and body, his gorgeous young cock. By the time I cleaned up my cum with toilet tissue, I had already decided that I was going to see Donnie again.
TO BE CONTINUED