Unlocking Sexual Secrets
Part 114
Nifty / bisexual / adult-friends
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The drive home the next day was not without its problems. There had been a couple of accidents and we eventually got home more than six hours after leaving the party venue. Unbelievable.
As for the last part of the party, I did actually manage to fuck Cara. Although it wasn't exactly how I would have wanted it. But still.
Pretty late on in the evening Cara, Marnie, Harley Quinn, Barbarella, Sharon Stone and the fat Drag Queen were lined up on the small stage next to the DJ.
They were perched there on all fours, it was a tight squeeze, asses pointed at the dancefloor, and guys lined up in a group and took turns to fuck them. It was pretty much a free for all. In some cases a couple of the girls would eat them out, or finger them, or whatever. Even Janet got involved, I noticed, spending quite some time eating out Marnie's cunt and ass as I fucked a wet pussy next to her.
Anyway, I'd started out by poking Barbarella's cunt and had also taken a few thrusts in Sharon Stone's cum lubricated pussy (unfortunately it was 'Bogey' who'd just come in her) before I got my opportunity with Cara. Which I immediately seized. The Terminator dude had cum in Cara's cunt with a loud groan, and when he pulled out, I withdrew quickly from Sharon Stone's quim and immediately stuck my cock into Cara's tight anus. Cara twisted round and smiled before I really went to work on her ass.
I avoided the fat Drag Queen at all times. He/she really didn't do it for me. But she had plenty takers, including David / Harry Potter I noticed.
Most of the guests, well for sure the guys anyway, joined in at some point. Louise, who'd encouraged me to participate, stood watching from the dancefloor while Captain Marvel and her canoodled. Marvel seemed to be playing with Louise's pussy. Her hand was up Louise's skirt, and I could see movement in Marvel's lower arm as they kissed passionately. Louise seemed to be enjoying it, put it that way.
I did regret not getting a chance to fuck Marvel, but you simply couldn't fuck everybody at these shindigs. I don't think it was physically possible.
So, anyway, with my last action of the evening being an OK orgasm in Cara's butthole, it had ended up being a strange, but overall, a decent night.
After we got home, and later when we went up to bed, I laughed out loud when Louise went to the boys' room, and came back with a Harry Potter book, 'Harry Potter and the Sorceror's Stone'.
Louise smiled, threw the book down, pushed me onto my back and sucked me off. A good end to the day, for sure, after our shit trip home.
We even managed an early morning fuck the next day.
==
After our cosplay party experience, we had a few quiet weeks. I occasionally managed to cruise some gay chat sites when Louise was out, but actual meets were hard to come by.
I did have a business trip coming up. A software vendor whose inventory management application we supported was demo-ing a new version at a specialist industry event in Cleveland. Yeah, Cleveland. I'd been asked to go. It would mean a Wednesday morning flight and 2 overnights. Surely I'd get some opportunities there I thought. Even if it was a paying transaction with a shemale hooker. I was already doing some online research. There were a few possibilities, so I was pretty sure I could take my pick if it came down to it.
==
The next experience I had, I mean outside of Louise and me having sex, was on a Thursday night. A Louise drinks night with a twist.
Louise had surprised me when she got home early. Just before 8pm. The boys were not long in bed.
"Oh," I said when Louise walked through the door. "Didn't you have drinks tonight?"
"Yeah, Ron, well, I did. But I have my period, I'm bleeding heavily, and I feel like shit. I can't do it."
"Ah, right. Want me to get you anything? A drink? A coffee? You want I run you a bath?"
"No, it's OK. But, sorry, there is something I need you to do. I forgot something. Shit, I feel so stupid. I left a folder in the bar with some work stuff I need. And I need it for tomorrow morning. Could you drive over to O'Neills and get it. And, Ron, thanks for putting the boys down for the night, but I'm going to bed too. Please don't wake me up when you get home."
Louise sat down. She looked lousy. She took her shoes off and sighed. She took a packet of Marlboro Reds out of her purse, took a brief look at the red and white box, and threw it down on the coffee table in front of the sofa. She must really feel shit, I thought.
"And Ron, I don't mind if you have a beer or two. You'll know a couple of the people there. Matty has my folder. Have a beer with him. Some of the girls are funny with him. You know, because he's Bill's boyfriend, and they think he snitches on them when they take too many smoke breaks, stuff like that. He doesn't of course. But that's what they think. He's been helping out in the office couple days a week."
Shit. Matty.
"Ah, OK, Louise. Should I go now?"
"Yes, Ron. But don't rush back. I really need to totally relax. Just make sure you don't forget the folder Matty has for me. I texted him, he knows you're coming to pick it up. I thought you'd prefer that to him coming here. In case you thought, well, you know, .. in case you thought I'd set something up. Which is the LAST thing on my mind tonight. Shit, I have the stupid Zoom call at 9am. Remind me never to write my notes on paper. Always the laptop. Or my phone even. Shit, I guess I'll have to get up early. At least I don't have to go into the office, it's a virtual viewing."
Louise slowly leaned back on the couch and closed her eyes. She was quiet for a few seconds.
"OK, sure, Louise, I'll go get your stuff. I'll get my jacket and head over there now. I'll bring your notes home."
Louise opened her eyes and flashed me a tired smile.
"Thanks, Ron. You're a star."
==
On the drive over, I ran over some scenarios. I'd met Matty, well before I 'officially' knew Matty, in a booth in an Adult Store where I was one of a bunch of guys who were fucking a crossdresser at a meet arranged over the internet. Matty was one of the other guys in the booth.
I was sure Matty knew I liked him. We'd had that awkward chat one night when I'd met Matty as "Bill's boyfriend", christ I'd nearly shit my pants when I recognized him. And Matty knew damn well that I wanted his cock. But what if Bill was there? And if Bill wasn't there, what if I talked to Matty tonight, you know, was maybe too friendly, and Louise's workmates suspected something?
But I couldn't shake the desire to wrap my lips around Matty's monster cock. But how was that going to happen? If Bill was at the bar? Dead in the water. Some of Louise's friends keeping a beady eye on us? No chance.
I'd arrived at the parking lot in front of O'Neills before I could come up with anything more sensible than say 'Hi' to Matty, pick up the folder, have a beer. Maybe two. Some small talk. Go home. Shit.
OK. Maybe we could have a proper talk. Maybe I could make it clear I was interested. Maybe set up something for another time. Discreetly, of course. It couldn't be obvious. Not in front of Louise's work colleagues. I knew I was taking a risk, but I really wanted Matty's cock. And there was the added bonus of fucking another of Bill's boyfriends.
I wasn't thinking about sex with Matty with Louise in the picture. Although I'd always had a sneaky suspicion that might happen after I'd talked to Matty that last time. But whatever. That wasn't tonight. Tonight, I wanted it to be just Matty and me. But I felt that would be impossible. Stop with the wet-daydream bullshit, Ron, I told myself as I pulled up in a parking spot outside the bar.
I locked the car and walked into the barroom and noticed a couple of familiar faces as I entered the main drinking area. There was Rosa, I think that was her name, small, quite sexy Latina girl who I think worked at some other place now. There was a guy named Dave Brawley, who I vaguely knew. We'd met at a party at Bill's and talked, if I remembered correctly, he was a Giants fan. We'd talked mainly football.
There were also some other people I'd met before but forgotten their names, and a couple others who looked totally unfamiliar. Must have been six or seven people in total, pretty even split, male/female.
I looked to the left of the main group who were sitting at a couple of round tables on barstools and noticed Matty standing talking to an older woman who I knew worked with Louise.
I'd seen her before, but I'd never been formally introduced. I remembered her because she was a pretty decent looking MILF. And if I ever got the chance, I would. What was her fucking name again? Shit, I drew a total fucking blank.
I noticed Matty was holding a red folder under his arm.
I walked over to Matty and the MILF. As I passed the tables, I nodded to the group.
Matty saw me when I was about two feet from him.
"Ah, Ron, hi! Louise told me to expect you. She's had a rough day. Feeling under the weather. But she's a real trooper. Did the prep work for the Dabrowski call tomorrow. Told her she should have gone straight home, but she insisted on one drink. It's a Thursday tradition, she told us. If she had gone straight home she wouldn't have left this. Here!"
Matty handed me the folder. A server headed towards the group at the tables, but Matty caught her attention before she reached them.
"Sorry Elsie, my friend here needs a drink. What'll be Ron?"
"Eh," I hesitated, "Eh, Guinness, I guess. Pint."
The attractive older lady, I found out her name was Eve when Matty referred to her by name to take her order, excused herself.
"Sorry guys, gotta phone the old man. And I need a cigarette. See you shortly."
Eve headed towards the front door I'd just recently come in through.
Shit. I'd only been in the place two minutes and here I was alone with Matty.
"So, Ron. We haven't spoken in a while. Louise mentioned you were at an interesting party a few weeks ago."
"Oh," I replied.
"Harry Potter! FUCK! Sounds wild! I wish I'd been there. Shit, don't worry, Ron! All your secrets are safe with me. And I mean ALL your secrets."
I started to feel a little uncomfortable. The server thankfully arrived and handed me a pint glass full of cold black Irish goodness. I took a mouthful. A big one. More like a nervous gulp.
"So, Ron. Where was it again? Shit. Romeos! That was it! That tranny slut from the chat rooms. With her 'all cocks wanted' announcement online. Shit. That ugly bitch was terrible at sucking cock. Still after you'd loosened her ass enough to take me without her squealing the place down, I did have a not-too-bad fuck. Well, you've seen me. Not every 'girl' can handle me in their ass."
"Matty, I'm not sure I want to talk about this," I said nervously.
"Ron, it's OK. I'll never tell Louise. In fact, I need a ride home. Maybe, you know.."
"No, Matty," I interrupted.
I wasn't sure why I did. After all, all I'd thought about on the ride over was an illicit hookup with Matty. And here it was about to happen. I sooooooohh wanted to suck Matty's cock. I was already excited just standing next to Matty. My cock wasn't totally soft already. I was actually worried some people might see I had a semi.
"Ron. We can be discreet. I'll say my goodbyes, tell people I'm getting an Uber. You finish your drink. Talk to Eve, or the other guys. So. The gas station up by the lights. It's like a hundred yards, you'll have seen the lights when you got here. Pick me up there. I'll grab a Coke or whatever and wait for you. It'll work. Talk to the others for maybe five more minutes. Ten if you want. I'll wait. Then drive up and meet me there on the forecourt. OK?"
"OK," I replied automatically.
"We'll have some fun. See you in about ten minutes. At the gas station. I'll either be inside by the coffee machine, wait, no, I'll be hanging outside. Don't worry about it. You'll see me."
Matty walked a few feet over and re-joined the group at the two round tables. I followed a couple of feet behind him.
"OK, guys, gotta go! Ron here saved Louise's bacon and got her notes. Who writes notes with a pen and paper these days anyway?"
A few people smiled and said 'Hi' to me. Matty headed to the door and went out into the parking lot. Eve said goodbye to Matty with a hug on her way back in, then rejoined the group.
I made small talk for roughly five minutes. I actually thought that Eve might be interested. Either that or she had no concept of 'personal space'. I declined the offer of another Guinness and went to the bathroom to take a nervous leak. Then I said goodnight to the group and left the bar. As I approached my car, I saw the Gas Station up to my left. I could enter it from the parking lot at the far end, without rejoining the main road.
I got in the car and put Louise's notes in the glove box. Then, I took a deep breath and started the engine.
===
I pulled into the Gas Station a few moments later. Matty was standing next to the cashier's night window. He walked over to my car, and got in.
"OK, Ron. Bill's out of town. His place?"
I looked over at Matty.
"Yeah?" he prompted.
"Matty, I'm not sure. I mean I have to get back to Louise."
"She'll be sleeping. She told me she was going straight to bed, Ron."
"I can't be sure," I replied.
"Ron, come on. We can be as quick as you want."
"But.."
"I know you've fucked at Bill's place before. Rudy. You had a secret thing with him. Bill told me. And I know that you and Louise have partied there. You know, I mean 'PARTIED'. She told me all about it."
Shit. I didn't like this. What the fuck had Louise NOT told Matty about.
Matty waited a few seconds for my reply. I stayed silent.
"OK, Ron. How about this? I know a spot near Fenway Golf Club. Secluded, and not known as a scene place. No one to bother us. No cops. If we go there, I'll need you to drop me off afterwards. But you don't need to take me back to Bill's. Give me a ride to some bar on the way to your place, and I'll get an Uber from there. We can get to the quiet spot, do what we both want to do, then you give me a ride on the way back to yours. You can probably be home in an hour from now tops. OK?"
"OK," I replied, as I put the car into drive and took a right out of the gas station. Then I headed South on 125.
==
It took us slightly over ten minutes to get to the Golf club. Matty directed me past the main entrance down a street with a few houses each side, then we took a right into an area lined with trees where there was a small pond on the left.
"Over there Ron, see it. Next to where those grass cutters are. Take the right fork, go past that small building."
I pulled into a dark area behind what looked like some sort of maintenance depot attached to the rear of the golf course. I heaved a sigh of relief when I saw that it was totally secluded. I cut the engine.
"Ron, lights out," Matty said as he unfastened his seatbelt. I cut the parking lights.
"OK, Ron, one second," Matty said, as he pivoted his backside up from the passenger seat and unfastened his pants.
"Ron, let's do this OK? You suck me off. I suck you off. You OK with that?"
"Yes," I mumbled as Matty reached over and squeezed my cock and balls through my pants. He then took my right hand and directed it to his cock.
I spread my fingers and felt his hard meat. Jesus! It was big and burning hot as I closed my fingers around his rod. I felt a twinge run down from the base of my own shaft right the way down to the tip of my dick, which felt like it was already weeping pre-cum.
"Ron, help yourself. Louise has told me she thinks you're a good cocksucker. Let's see if she's right. Go on."
I ignored the Louise comment. Right now, I didn't give a shit about Louise.
I had to twist and push myself back towards the car door so I could awkwardly bend over and access my prize. As I leaned further in, I tried to remember if Louise and I had ever had sex in an automobile. I don't think we had.
I did remember an experience in my first car, a blue Ford, with a skinny blonde girl called Carol, where she'd climbed onto me on the back seat and I'd rubbed my cock against her crotch. I'd fingered her pussy at first, ate her a little, the whole thing wasn't that easy. Then she'd pulled her jeans back up, straddled me, and I'd ground my dick against her clothed mound, before I ended up spraying a load over my own belly. But that was probably it for me and auto sex as far as I could remember.
I pulled myself back to the present, and looked at the massive bulbous head of Matty's monster in the dim light, gulped, then opened wide. Matty hissed as I closed my lips around the ridge of his moist glans and swallowed.
A soft 'Aaahh' escaped from Matty's lips.
Shit, this was turning me on. A lot.
I took a brief moment to get used to Matty's huge dick filling my mouth, then I started to gently bob my head up and down and attempted to swirl my tongue around the underside of Matty's fat dickhead on each upwards movement, while trying to take as much of Matty's meat down my throat on the pushes downwards.
Matty gripped the back of my head and started breathing more loudly. Fuck. I actually wanted this to last forever. Well, I wanted to feel Matty's hot spunk gush into my hungry mouth, but I wanted this to last as long as Matty could hold his cum in his fat crinkled ballsack.
My mind emptied. There was only one thing in the World that mattered now, Matty's beautiful giant cock. All I could think about was pleasuring Matty. My own cock was now stiffly and a little uncomfortably poking downwards, constrained by my pants and the way I was set on the driver's seat as I concentrated on blowing Matty.
It felt like maybe five minutes before I felt that first twitch, then felt something more building up, deep inside Matty's groin. I knew what was coming, but I was still taken by surprise when Matty's first convulsive spurt hit the back of my throat.
I tried not to gag, but I was struggling when, with Matty's cock now back on the tip of my tongue, a second larger eruption of hot sperm flooded my mouth. I swallowed as fast as I could, feeling the exquisite musky milky stream of cum glide down my throat. There was another twittering twitch, accompanied by a loud satisfied groan, and I slurped down Matty's last salty deposit with glee.
When I knew Matty was done, I lifted my head up. I was slightly embarrassed. I don't know why.
Matty looked at me in the half light of the automobile's interior.
"Louise was right, Ron. You sure know how to suck cock. Ten out of ten. Honestly. You're a pro."
I didn't say anything back.
"OK, Ron. I think it's only fair I return the compliment. Get your dick out. I'm sure Louise is sleeping, but I'll make this quick. People tell me I suck a good dick too."
TO BE CONTINUED