Unlocking Sexual Secrets
Part 111
Nifty / bisexual / adult-friends
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My Friday night fuck with Louise was a good one, and we also had a two-fuck session on Saturday night. As we lay in bed after 'Round 2', as Louise liked to refer to it, Louise lit a cigarette and asked me to get her laptop.
She logged on and opened an email, then opened a .pdf attachment.
"OK, Ron, the party. I was too tired Friday night. And you didn't mention it earlier. Anyway. It's a costume party, and there's a list of suggestions you can dress up as, although people could add their own characters if they wanted. It's a Movie theme."
I noticed the document had a large Hollywood style logo at the top of the page, 'MOVIE NIGHT!'
"Ron, sorry for doing this without telling you.."
Really?? Louise. I thought.
"I went simple for you, you know, picked what I thought was easiest from the list. James Bond. You love James Bond!"
I couldn't argue. I loved James Bond movies. Especially the old ones.
"So, I hired you a tux, and well, it's classic in its own way but it's also pretty simple. I thought you'd like that best. Look at the list."
As Louise scrolled, I scanned the list. The guests looked like they were first names only, with their character on the left of their name. So I saw that I ('Ron S', there must have been another 'Ron') was James Bond, and Louise, well, underneath my name, Louise had chosen Marilyn Monroe.
"My costume will arrive next week. Oh, I'm not dying my hair blonde, Ron. It's a wig. Sexy though, right?"
I agreed.
"And look Ron, there's even a Freddy Krueger. What the fuck is that about?"
"I don't know, Louise, maybe someone will go for it? But yeah, weird."
"FUCKING weird, Ron. FUCKING weird."
I looked down the list. I saw a Madonna, a Captain Marvel (Movie), Indiana Jones, a Terminator, Captain Jack Sparrow, Harley Quinn (Suicide Squad), Harry Potter even. And Darth Vader. Darth Vader was another weird one I thought. Not all characters had names against them.
I leaned over and scrolled down and looked at the 'Write-ins' under the table at the bottom of the page.
Shit, there was a Donnie Darko. Fuck, I would have wanted to be Donnie Darko. I fucking love that movie. And I mean the outfit was even easier than James Bond. White shirt, no tie, black pants and shoes. And if I put some 'Just for Men' on my grey streaks, fuck, I even had the hair.
I scanned the rest of the 'Write-ins'. Some of the people coming to this party this had obviously put some thought into it.
Someone called 'Mal' was coming as Audrey Hepburn (Breakfast at Tiffany's). Some guy, 'John P' was coming as Humphrey Bogart. There were some more. Someone had chosen, 'Barbarella'. If I remembered correctly, that was a character played by Jane Fonda in some 60's Sci Fi comedy movie. Or something similar, I was sure I'd seen it once on late night TV when I was younger. If I remembered correctly, I think it had some nudity in it. Probably not Jane Fonda though.
There was a girl called 'Chrissie' who had decided to go as Judy Garland from the 'Wizard of Oz', possibly another weird one. And there was a girl called 'Janet Z', who had decided to go as 'Clara Bow'.
Louise saw me looking at the bottom of the 'Write-ins' list.
"Who the fuck is Clara Bow anyways, Ron? She some serious English actress or something?"
I was now in my element. At College I'd been big into the Film Club. Louise hated 'arthouse' movies. I loved them. Shit, Louise wouldn't even watch a movie if it was in Black and White. I'd even done a short side diploma one semester, 'Fundamentals of Film Study'. Time for me to show off.
"Well, Louise, she was an actress in the 1920s. She was the original 'Flapper Girl'. Very interesting career. You know, in the times when women weren't that independent. Big star. She ended up kind of in Louise Brooks' shadow, but that is probably unfair on her."
"Wow, Ron! Sounds interesting!"
I looked at Louise. I couldn't tell if she was bullshitting me or not.
"No seriously, I mean it. And I bet you two will hit it off nicely. You movie geeks!"
Louise didn't say anything for a few moments.
"Eh, Louise, what's the actual setup with this thing?" I asked.
"OK, the party is in a small hotel in the country. Drinks, dancing, and fucking. Basically. Not everyone is a couple, so it'll be slightly different to the last few parties we've been to. The main event is in what they call the 'Ballroom'. Fucking is allowed there. Or we can go back to our room, or someone else's room, or whatever."
"OK, and we play it how, Louise?"
"Anyway we want, Ron. How do you want to play it? I thought we'd mingle. See what we like. I'm OK with you doing stuff with other people alone. You?"
I really wanted to say that I wasn't OK with that idea. But chickenshit me couldn't say that. So, I changed the subject.
"Where did hear about this gig from, Louise?"
"Cara told me about it."
I stared back at Louise.
"We don't have to do anything with Cara, OK? She'll be there with a girl called Marnie. I've made it clear to Cara that we will be social, talking, dancing maybe, but NO fucking. No matter how drunk I get. OK? You're happy with that, obviously, Ron, right?"
"You bet I am, Louise. Thanks."
"No need to thank me, Ron."
I glanced back up the list. Marnie was the one going as 'Madonna'.
I then saw Cara's name in the 'Write-ins'. I hadn't noticed her name first time through. She was going as 'The Devil (Bedazzled)'. Fuck. That one I didn't know. I'd have to google it.
I'd also have to work out how I was going to act at the party. I told myself see how things looked on the night, and if necessary ask (or plead with) Louise to play it couple-only.
Louise leaned away from me and turned her nightstand light out. I guess it was sleep time.
==
I'd already put a fake late appointment in my diary for Tuesday, and I was pretty sure Louise had no suspicions when I told her I had an appointment at 6pm Tuesday in Connecticut and I'd be home late. I explained that the (fake) client was retail and we had to do after-hours. She didn't really engage, so I assumed I was good and that she suspected nothing.
When Tuesday came, I texted Gary to make sure the liaison was still 'On' - it was. I drove over to the address Gary gave me and found I'd arrived 20 minutes early. I texted him again suggesting I visit now. I got a negative. A further text followed shortly after, 'Come at 7pm like we said'. OK. So, I waited. In the car. I didn't think I had time to grab a coffee in a neighborhood I didn't really know.
I eventually texted again at 7pm. By now I'd stopped in the parking lot of a grey non-descript condo type development and waited for Gary's reply.
A text came back. '111A push the buzzer I'll let you in'
The block marked '100 to 120' was right in front of me. I found the main entrance and looked at a bank of intercom type buzzers. I saw the '111A Gee/Dobermann' nameplate and pressed the buzzer next to it. I gave it a short firm press. I took a deep breath as the small tinny speaker issued a short burst of static before a young-sounding voice said, "Come in. Straight down the corridor, don't take the stairs, walk past them. I'm right at the end, the door will be open."
I replied with an 'OK'. There was final tinny burst of static and a weak sounding buzz from the door then a loud click. I pushed the front door open. I felt a twinge in my cock as I walked down a thin dark corridor. The lighting was dim, like emergency lighting. These apartments didn't look the best. At least there was no graffiti on the walls. And it wasn't like the corridor stank of piss. But it was pretty grim. Way worse than where I'd stayed when I was in college.
I got to the end of the corridor and saw an open door to the right. A brighter yellow light shone out onto the corridor. I took a deep breath and walked in.
A small guy, he was smaller than I was expecting, must have been around 5'6", if that, walked up to me and smiled.
"Hi, I'm Gary. You must be Ron. Close the door Ron, and come on in."
I leaned back and pushed the door shut. Then I followed Gary into a small square living room. There were two doors on the back wall, and another door I noticed on my left. The place was small. Very small. And sparsely furnished. Although at least it was clean.
"Ron, I can offer you some water. But I need this to be quick. Something's come up, and I don't have the time I thought I had. Sorry. But I do want to do this. But it has to be quick. What's the word, spontaneous? So, if it's OK, can we get right down to things?"
"Sure," I replied. I guess for me quick was also better, and I told Gary this.
Gary?
Well, he was a small kid, I'd say a young-looking 20, very thin, with boyish good looks and what I'd guess you'd call very light brown hair, verging on blonde, cut short at the sides, but thicker on top. Very cute actually. He was wearing a faded purple T-shirt with the letters P and C on it, over what looked like a Jaguar logo, or a Cougar, or some kind of fucking big cat. And he wore loose grey cotton toweled shorts. His bare legs were thin and hairless, and he wasn't wearing any shoes on his small feet.
"And, Ron, another thing. I hope you don't think this is weird. But it's actually the best room in the apartment. Can we do this in the bathroom?"
I wondered, why the bathroom? A fetish that young Gary had? I decided not to ask, but Gary carried on and explained without me asking.
"You see. My roommate. We share a room, this place is cheap, but it isn't big. One bedroom. Well, Justin, that's my roommate. He's kind of into me. We jerk each other off sometimes. But I don't want a thing with him. And we have a no fucking in the room rule. With other people. We've agreed that. Although Justin would be too scared to anyway. He's a virgin for sure. We could do it in there, but he'd know. So, let's, you know. Come on through. Leave your clothes there."
I didn't say that I thought the small couch in the living room might be better. Bathroom? Why not? I went with the flow.
Gary wriggled out of his T-shirt to expose a slim taut torso. Like his legs, his body was totally hairless. And no tattoos. Then without much ado he dropped his shorts. I watched as his semi-erect cock sprung forward.
It was a small size cock. I reckoned when he got fully hard, he'd be maximum 6 inches. But it was beautifully formed, his circumcised glans shaped like a perfect pointy little faded purple mushroom. Gary also had not much in the way of pubic hair. Possibly he'd trimmed himself in preparation for our meet.
I got myself undressed standing up, finishing off, as usual, with my shorts. My cock was now WELL on the way there, and I noticed Gary glance down at it and smile.
Gary walked up to me and started licking my neck, which took me by surprise. I tensed at first, the hairs on the back of my neck standing up in response, and my cock was now starting to get achingly hard. Gary slid his head down and started licking on my left nipple. I emitted a loud gasp.
As he licked, Gary softly ran his fingers down my side, then gently cupped my cock and balls in his right hand. Before I could fully react, Gary moved down and licked the tip of my cock. He made a soft moaning noise, before opening his mouth and taking all of my pulsing root into his mouth. FUCK! As Gary relaxed, he pulled back and slowly teased my cock with his tongue, before bobbing his head back and forward, my whole body tensing as Gary expertly fellated me.
I felt things might happen TOO quickly, so placing my hands on the side of Gary's head, I pulled him up.
"OK, Ron, you want me now, but bathroom, OK? Over here. Let's go."
Gary actually wrapped his hand gently around my aching erection and led me by the cock into the bathroom which was on the left.
The bathroom was bigger than I was expecting. It actually had a bath for one thing. It was old-fashioned, mostly fake brown marble, quaintly Old- Worldy tub and handbasin, and a very old-style narrow almost oval on top toilet bowl. Looked like something out of the 1940s.
Gary released my cock and turned to me.
"Ron, wait a moment - I need to lube. I'm quite tight. And your cock, well, one minute."
Gary reached into a mirrored cabinet and pulled out a blue container with a condom-branded label. He squeezed a rather large dose of clear gel onto his right hand and smeared my cock with the slimy lubricant. My cock pulsed in an almost desperate response. Once Gary finished lubing me, and thankfully I managed not to come, he reached behind himself and stuck the tips of two shiny fingers into his asshole. He did a short up-down-side-side motion then dropped the lube in the handbasin.
"Now, Ron. Now you can fuck me," Gary smiled.
Gary leaned forward and kissed my neck. I pulled his mouth up and initiated an intense French kiss.
"Ron, now!" Gary almost pleaded, leaning back, "Do it now! This way, come here."
Gary turned around and put his left foot on the edge of the bathtub. He then twisted his tight exposed shiny shithole back towards me. I walked forward suddenly, dipped my body down slightly, there was a height difference even with Gary perched on the edge of the bathtub, then pushed my cock upwards. I pushed up and in, a short stabbing movement, then hesitated as a pre-orgasmic ripple pulsed down my shaft. I held my position for a few seconds, but Gary was eager. He gyrated his ass downwards and my cock buried itself even deeper in his tight slippery hole.
I started pumping, up the way. It was slightly awkward, but I could certainly deal with it.
As I shafted Gary's asshole, he started making satisfied little moans in response. Shit, this was TOO good! I think I made it to maybe a minute and a half, then it happened. The eruption started, there was nothing I could do to hold back the orgasmic waves pushing back into my groin. My cock twitched uncontrollably, my back passage involuntarily contracted as my balls tightened, and groaning loudly I filled Gary's asshole with what felt like four or five hot spurts of cum.
When my orgasm subsided, and it was a very good one, Gary prompted me to pull out with a whisper.
I slipped my dick out of Gary's tight ass and caught my breath as Gary hurriedly sat down on the toilet bowl and noisily farted my seed out of his loosened anus. He giggled as he did this.
"Sorry, Ron, this always happens. I get fucked, and then I fart. Sorry. It's kinda gross. I apologize."
"It's OK, Gary," I replied.
Gary stood up, wiped his ass, then flushed. It looked like he still had a semi.
"Ron, could you do me a favor please? And jerk me off. I want to cum on you. Is that OK?"
"Sure," I replied.
I made space and knelt in front of Gary.
Without asking, I swallowed his small cock, which started instantly to get very hard. I sucked gently at first, then started sucking much more actively. I wanted Gary's cum in my mouth, but after a minute or so of blowing my cute little twink's gorgeous little cock, Gary stopped me.
He reached over and picked up the lube from the washbasin before spreading a healthy amount on his by now rock-hard hard 6-incher.
"Jerk me off, Ron. Please? I like it best like this. Slippy, slidey," he laughed.
Still kneeling, I wrapped my hand around Gary's slimy pole and started hand pumping his gorgeous little dick as frantically as I could manage. After about a minute, I felt Gary's whole body stiffen, then his cock suddenly went diamond hard in my hand, and I knew what was coming. In anticipation of the milky prize I was about to gratefully receive, I opened my mouth wide. VERY wide. Gary moaned as he started to spurt. The first spurt landed on my nose and upper lip, but I managed to direct subsequent pulses of his warm salty cum directly into my mouth. When Gary stopped coming, I greedily swallowed all of his hot salty load, spooning the gunk on my face into my hungry mouth with my fingers, then licking the slit of his softening penis dry as a final treat. Then I stood up. Gary leaned forward and kissed me.
"Sorry Ron, this needed to be quick. Is it OK if you go now? I have to be somewhere, I'm probably late already. Sorry."
"OK, yes, no problem," I replied.
"And, Ron, I have a thing. When I do it like this, you know, internet meet, I never see the guy again. I mean a second time. One shot only. You understand, right? I love that first time with a guy. With a guy like you. I've found that afterwards it's not the same. Better to have one sensational experience, than a series of less satisfying encounters. That's my view, anyway."
Gary sounded wiser than his young years.
"Yes, Gary, I understand, it's cool," I replied.
I hesitated a few seconds.
"I enjoyed this though, Gary," I added.
"Me too, Ron, me too. Definitely one of my better meets."
I cleaned my dick and nether regions, then walked out of the bathroom, got dressed, and drove home.
==
When I got home the boys had gone to bed, and Louise was out on the back porch smoking with her mom. Well, my mother-in-law wasn't smoking, only Louise was. Her mom had quit smoking like 12 years ago.
"Good day, Ron?" Louise's mom asked.
"Yes, not bad," I replied.
Louise smiled at me.
"Good meetings?" Louise asked.
"Not bad," I smiled back innocently.
I wondered if Louise knew just how good a day I'd had.
I went and got myself a beer and joined Louise and her mom on the porch.
TO BE CONTINUED