Unlocking Sexual Secrets

Unlocking Sexual Secrets

Part 42

Nifty / bisexual / adult-friends

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When I'd gone back upstairs and handed Louise her package she had delighted in unwrapping it and then showing me the contents. A large strap-on. With a fat anatomically correct pliable plastic dick. Purple. It looked about eight inches in length, synthetic rippling veins and all. Black acrylic straps were attached to a purple triangular plastic section at the base.

Louise had meticulously browsed the included instruction manual taking extra pleasure in reading every detail out loud. 'Maximum stimulation'. 'Perfect for vaginal or anal sex', "Best American design".

After reading every last fucking sentence in the booklet, well almost, at least I'd been spared the Spanish translation, Louise told me that I'd have to wait for my first ass-fucking from her. She was still too pissed with me. Finally, she'd lit a cigarette and told me to fuck off to the spare room, and that we'd talk the next day after I got home from work.

Our talk the following evening had basically been Louise making it clear that any more slips by me and we were done. Again. Throughout her speech I reassured myself that if I took extra care, like no internet fuck-ups, used only my work on-call cellphone, in fact I even considered buying a cheap cellphone I'd hide in the car, I'd be OK. If I was careful, Louise wouldn't know shit. Was the way I looked at it, anyways. I convinced myself I'd be fine.

For the next few weeks I kept myself to myself. No hanky-panky. I still wasn't 100% sure how I'd go about finding other playmates on my own. I was careful to cover my tracks on any internet research I did. I didn't push sex with Louise and indeed it was close to two weeks after that weekend, when Louise actually initiated a fuck. After we'd both come, Louise asked me if I'd been with anyone else.

"Ron, a period that long without sex, for you, that's a long time. I know you will have been jerking off, I don't buy your late night email checking bullshit. But nobody else, right? Tell me."

I assured Louise, truthfully, that there hadn't been anyone else. Her timing was good, I didn't have to lie. If she'd asked a week later. Well, different story. But I wouldn't have confessed anyway.

==

As it happened, my solo career got going in surprising circumstances.

It was one Wednesday just before lunch, on a 'day from hell' work day. I'd had to deal with a couple of infrastructure clients normally handled by a colleague who'd quit the job suddenly, and I had a litany of complaints from them to deal with. I'd had no chance to eat, and I had to decide between heading back to the office, which seemed pointless; I'd pretty much have to head back out straight away for my last client call of the day. Or, work from a diner that had Wi-Fi while I ate, which was nearer to the client office, then go straight to the call. I opted for the diner.

I'd grabbed a chicken sandwich. Salad, hot sauce, low-cal mayo. As I scrambled around on my laptop trying to un-fuck that morning's crap, I felt a tap on my shoulder.

"Hey, Ron, should've had the meatloaf, it's awesome here."

I turned to face Rudy, who was pointing at my plate, where about half my sandwich remained. I still had two thirds of my cup of coffee.

"Wow, Ron, don't look so scared! Aren't you glad to see me? It's been a while."

I must have looked startled. Without asking, Rudy sat down opposite at me.

"I'm just in to grab a smoothie to go. Bill's away on business. In Kentucky of all places. He has contacts down there who do a lot of real estate deals up here. To tell the truth, I don't think real estate is their main business. If you catch my drift."

I eventually managed to stutter a 'hello', by way of response.

"Anyway, Ron. How are you? I've seen Louise a few times, Thursday night drinks, but you, well, I've missed you."

I pulled myself together. I locked my laptop screen.

"Well, I've been busy."

I paused, then I managed to say, "How are things with you, Rudy?"

"So-so", Rudy sighed. "Billy, shit I mean Bill, you guys call him Bill. Bill doesn't always look after me, you know, .. that way. I have to get my kicks outside every now and again. I think Bill knows. It's mainly younger guys. They seem easier to get. Online dating stuff, hookups, really easy to meet someone."

I felt myself starting to blush. I think Rudy sensed my embarrassment.

"Ron, how about I grab my smoothie, and you come home with me. I walked across the park to get here, you can give me a ride home. And you don't have to spend all afternoon with me. If you have stuff on. Like with work I mean."

I coughed.

"Well Rudy, I have a client to see, 4:30pm"

Rudy glanced at his watch. It looked expensive, gold wristband. A present from Bill, no doubt.

"Ron, it's twenty after two. We can do this. I mean..", and at this point Rudy dropped his voice into a conspiratorial whisper, "I once got fucked by five guys in one hour. Ooh, that was some party."

Rudy giggled. Then with a serious expression, he looked me in the eye.

I expected Rudy to say something more. But he stayed silent. I looked back at him. He smiled. He knew I was interested.

"Ron, I won't tell Billy. You don't tell Louise. Or tell her if you want, Bill says you guys are big into the swinging scene now, right?"

Again I cleared my throat. Fuck, what was Louise telling Bill?

"Bill got this information from Louise?"

Rudy let out a little laugh.

"Ron, Bill and Louise are best buddies."

Rudy must have seen the change in my facial expression.

"No Ron, not that way! Bill and Louise, never since that time we were together. But I think she runs stuff by Bill, you know, and he advises, in a fatherly sort of way."

Rudy paused again as he saw the discomfort in my face. I'd considered Louise to be my soulmate. The one she could tell anything to. Before all this shit started, maybe that was the case. Now she was discussing deep personal shit with Bill. I wondered what she told him, and I made a mental note to see if I could get any details from Rudy.

Rudy touched my hand lightly with his index finger. I didn't pull away.

"C'mon Ron, that night was fun, you enjoyed it. Don't kid yourself. Anyway, Ron, I think Billy would really like us to get together again as a four. Louise keeps saying she's going to ask you."

Rudy, who was talking quietly anyway, once again lowered his voice to a whisper.

"Ron, Billy's fantasy is for you to fuck me while I suck his cock. I think he just wants Louise there so you'll come along. Wants her to watch. He says she's told him she'd like to watch us doing that."

I picked up my car keys.

"Well Rudy, she's never mentioned it to me."

"So Ron, all the more reason for us to you know, this afternoon.. Maybe Louise has a secret side too?"

This last comment of Rudy's stung a little. It was something I'd had in the back of my mind for a while. I think it was what was driving me to seek out sex outside of my weird marriage. I mean, when anything goes inside a marriage, there shouldn't really be a need to go outside that marriage. Right?

I closed the lid of my laptop. I'd taken care of the check a little while before. I could just tell Rudy 'no', stand up, and head back to my car.

Rudy saw me thinking.

"Ron, I'm getting my smoothie. I'll be five minutes. When I come back to the table, if you're gone, you're gone. If you're not, we're on."

Rudy beamed a smile when he got back to the table and I was still sitting there.

"Ron, let's go. We can be home in ten minutes."

==

As we walked to the car I realized how much Rudy attracted me. In profile, Rudy was extremely handsome. His tousled hair had that messy but stylish look. He was wearing a dark hooded sweater, Tommy Hilfiger, over a plain white shirt, Levi jeans, and Nike running shoes. When younger, Rudy was definitely what have been called a 'twink'. Now in his late twenties he seemed like my ideal porn jerkoff fantasy. Not too young. Not too masculine. Fuck it, he was perfect. Bill was a lucky guy. I felt my cock stir as I unlocked the car and put my work bag on the back seat.

After a short drive I pulled up outside of Bill's townhouse.

Rudy got out of the car first and walked to the front door. I followed, excitedly. Sexual adrenaline seemed to be kicking in. I certainly wasn't feeling any guilt about cheating on Louise. In fact thinking about Louise wanted me to fuck Rudy more.

Rudy pointed me to the living room as he quickly walked up the stairway just to our right.

"Ron, two minutes, take a seat!", Rudy said over his shoulder, as he climbed the stairs. "You know the layout. I'll be right back."

As I entered the main living area, I sat down on the large white leather couch. The room felt familiar, even though I think I'd only been in it a maximum of three times. On two of those occasions I'd fucked Rudy.

I noticed an un-opened letter on the coffee table to my left. Inquisitively, I took a quick glance at the address details. Rudolf Pytlak. Shit, so 'Rudy' was actually, 'Rudolf'. And I hadn't known Rudy's family name. Fuck, I probably couldn't even pronounce it. I sat back on the very comfortable couch. It must have cost a packet. A few moments later Rudy came back into the room.

"Ron, do you want a drink? Or shall we, you know, get down to business?"

Rudy smiled at me with a slightly shy look. A 'come to bed' look.

Rudy felt me hesitate.

"Ron, we both know why we're here. Come on, want a drink, or shall we go upstairs?"

Rudy had taken off his hoody, and also I noticed he'd removed his sneakers and socks. Assuming he'd been wearing any socks.

"Upstairs?" I managed to ask.

"Yes, Ron, upstairs. Let's go. I've got a little mini-bar thing up there anyway if you want a drink. Water mainly, there's a couple of beers too. The young kids I meet online always seem to want a beer first."

I stood up. I still felt slightly awkward. Rudy seemed to sense this. He walked towards me and leaned in. I pushed my lips forward and we kissed. Softly at first, before I let myself go and started to push my tongue into Rudy's mouth. My lust took over and I let out a soft moan as we passionately French kissed for twenty, thirty seconds.

Rudy pulled his lips from mine, leant up and softly bit my left ear, before pulling back a few inches.

"Ron, let's go. I'm so fucking turned on. And so are you, I think. Let's do this."

I followed a step behind as Rudy walked up the stairway. Rudy led me to a bedroom near the end of a long hallway.

"In here, Ron."

Rudy let me enter the bedroom first. He walked in behind me and closed the door.

The room was bright. White walls, white furniture. I could see a small glass-fronted refrigerator up against one of the walls. On the far wall there was a large walk-in wardrobe, one of the sliding doors was open exposing what looked like a large collection of shirts and pants. The bed was up against the wall on the left. It was a king size. The bed dressings were satin grey.

"Ron, get undressed. If we're on a timer, let's go. I want to enjoy every second we've got."

Rudy started to undress standing up. He took off his shirt first, giving me a good view of a tanned and completely hairless torso.

I hurriedly kicked my shoes off, undid my tie and loosened a few top buttons of my shirt which I then pulled over my head.

Rudy was ahead of me. He'd already got his pants off allowing me to appreciate his beautiful semi-hard cock, which was half-standing to attention. I looked away as I removed my own pants and socks. Then I sat down on Rudy's bed. I realized I was hard. Very hard.

Rudy took a few steps towards the bed, then stopped a couple of feet in front of me. I couldn't take my eyes off of Rudy's cock. It wasn't the biggest, but it was perfectly shaped. Rudy's foreskin wasn't fully peeled back, but the shiny light-purple tip of his helmet was partially exposed.

Rudy looked me in the eye, then took a grip of his shaft and pulled his foreskin all the way back. I gulped. Fuck, I wanted his cock so bad.

"Ron, lie back, let me get you in the mood."

I didn't think I could get much more in the mood, but I did what Rudy asked. Rudy joined me on the bed, putting his left hand on my waist. He leaned his face close to mine. I craned my neck up and started to kiss him. A wet sloppy kiss. Rudy pulled away after maybe ten seconds.

"Ron, that first time. I thought you were one of those guys who wanted to fuck me but didn't want to kiss me. Then, that night when we were fucking with Louise and Billy, you kissed me. At that time, I totally knew we'd meet again. I'm just surprised you didn't get in touch. Anyway, let's make up for lost time. Lie back!"

I pushed my back down onto the bed, sinking an inch or two into Rudy's thick quilt. The silk-like bed cover was cold against my skin.

Rudy leaned in close. I gasped as he nibbled on my left earlobe. Rudy then ran his wet tongue down my neck, from just behind my ear, until he reached my shoulder. I couldn't help letting out a gasp.

Next, Rudy took a few seconds to tongue and then gently bite my left nipple. I was now unable to stifle a low-pitched 'Aaah'. While still sucking my nipple, Rudy ran his had softly over my stiff shaft, then pinched the underside of my glans between his thumb and forefinger.

"Oh fuck, JESUS!", I moaned in response.

I arched my ass up off of Rudy's bed. Rudy intuitively understood my unspoken signal. Without a word, he pushed his face down into my groin, and instantly devoured my aching cock.

"FUCK, FUCK, FUCK! Oh, Rudy, Jeeeeezus!"

I couldn't help myself.

I fumbled with my left hand and reached round for Rudy's cock. I pushed my hand upwards over his taut ball sack, then managed to put a reverse grip on Rudy's warm member. I squeezed. This made Rudy pause, with my dick poised at the edge of his lips. Then he slid off of me.

"Ron, I'm assuming you now want to stick your cock into my tight asshole. Let me get some lube."

I watched as Rudy went into a bed side drawer and brought out a rounded container, which looked like a mini roll-on deodorant. He popped the cap off and squirted the cold wet gel directly onto the base of my shaft. I tensed. Rudy threw the bottle down on the floor, then smeared the cold lubricant in one slow upward movement so that my cock was fully covered.

I started to lift my body up, but Rudy climbed over me and lay on his front on the bed.

"Ron, no, this way, I'll show you. This will be better."

I moved myself onto my knees, next to Rudy. Rudy, face down, pushed himself downwards, mashing his cock into the bed.

"Ron, I really love having my back kissed. Can you do that?"

"Sure", I replied. My breathing was fast. I desperately wanted to stick my cock into Rudy's tight hole, but I also wanted to do what Rudy was asking me to do.

I lifted my left leg up and over so that I was straddling Rudy. Then I leaned forward so that my face was at the base of Rudy's neck. As I did so, my slippery shaft slid up between Rudy's ass cheeks until the top of the underside of my cock was pressed just above Rudy's hole, before it slid free and up onto Rudy's lower back.

I let out a hiss. Shit, I was so completely turned on. I could hardly bear it.

I moved Rudy's hair to one side and kissed the back of his neck. Softly at first, then more forcefully. Rudy started to moan. I pushed my tongue down on to Rudy's soft, almost girl like skin. I let out a blob of saliva from my tongue, then I pushed down as hard as I could and ran my tongue down the length of Rudy's spine.

Rudy let out an extended squeal of delight as my tongue moved down his back slowly. I let out more saliva to make my tongue wetter, then licked his lower back in firm circular movements with my distended tongue. My wet cock was now pressed against Rudy's left calf muscle.

I stopped licking when I tasted the lube smeared onto the base of Rudy's back. I thought I could even taste my own precum. I lifted my body and head up and away from Rudy's supine body.

I repositioned myself so that my throbbing hard-on was just above Rudy's ass-crack. I took a few moments to position myself so that I had access to my prize. I pushed my cock down over the entry to Rudy's ass using my left hand. Then I bent the lower part of my body downwards and thrusted.

"FUCK!" I screamed as my length slipped easily into Rudy's tight ass. All of my length, all the way in, my slippery cock encountering virtually no resistance as I filled Rudy's ass. For a second I thought I was going to ejaculate, but I managed somehow to control the urge to fill Rudy's ass with my cum.

As I started pumping Rudy's ass from a push-up position, Rudy started to let out high-pitched moans. Fuck, I didn't think I could last. I paused for a couple of seconds, and then raised my torso back and up, carefully adjusting my knees so that I kept half of my cock embedded in Rudy's hole. Then squatted upright on my knees, I resumed my pelvic thrusts. My cock felt like it was on fire.

When it happened, wordless growls of animal lust escaped through my clenched teeth. Christ! I felt my seed flood into Rudy's twitching ass. Rudy was coming too! I knew it! As Rudy's ass twitched under me, an intense orgasm flowed over me, from the tip of my jerking cock all the way back deep inside me. I must have spurted four or five times, before I leaned downwards, drained, and gave Rudy's back one last kiss.

I panted deeply, then I managed to pull myself up and off of Rudy. I was sweating. I looked at my cock and was surprised when I saw a light brown sheen over my shaft. It was the first time I'd ever noticed this after ass- fucking someone.

Rudy turned over and smiled at me. I glanced at his cock. His cock and balls were covered in his own sperm. I automatically leant in and licked the cum off of his ball sack, before I swallowed his still semi-hard dick and savored every last drop of Rudy's beautiful salty cum.

I took a deep breath and stood up. Rudy stared at me, smiling.

"Ron, behind you. Shower. You can freshen up before your appointment"

I showered. As the hot water flowed over me, I soaped my dick really hard. I wouldn't say I was totally grossed out by the sight of some of Rudy's shit smeared on my dick, but it wasn't something I'd really thought about before, and it was a new experience for me.

When I got back into the bedroom, Rudy was on his phone. He held a finger up indicating I keep quiet.

"Yes, Billy. OK. Two extra days. OK, so Friday night. Got it. You OK if I go for a drink with the office girls on Thursday while you're out of town? OK. Got it. Love you too."

Rudy cut the call.

"Ron, that was fucking good. Really. But next time, maybe you let me do you? I can make it good for you, I promise."

I surprised myself when I responded.

"Maybe, Rudy. Maybe."

I picked up my shirt from the floor. I paused for a second.

"But, Rudy, we have to be discreet. OK?"

"Sure, Ron. Sure. I get it. I don't want to lose my benefits with Billy now, do I? Of course we have to be discreet. Louise told Billy you only get to fool around if she knows about it. This definitely isn't one of those times. I won't say a word."

I got dressed. As I readied myself to leave, I paused, then made a decision.

"OK, Rudy. Write your cell number on a piece of paper. I'm going to buy a new cellphone. I'll text and leave my number. We can work out what to do when we both have moment to think about it. But now, I really have to go."

I checked myself in the mirror on Rudy's dresser, before Rudy handed me a scrap of paper with a phone number on it, then went back to his phone.

I said goodbye telling Rudy not to get up. I'd always seemed to feel awkward after sex with another man. Even though I loved sex with other men. I still had this inner conflict. This fear of being gay, I suppose. But I could feel it subsiding. Maybe this is what I was now? Gay.

==

My last client that day was a woman, Linda Ware. She was a 'Toxic Waste Broker'. Whatever the fuck that was. All I knew was that we were responsible for her small firm's Cloud setup, and that she had a lot of clients in Africa, and she pretty much did everything on the web. There was only her and her personal assistant in the office.

As I drove, I smiled when it occurred to me that earlier that morning I'd actually thought about hitting Linda up. She was a pretty attractive woman. Around my age, possibly a year or two older. Dyed blonde hair, not a stunner but not ugly either, and a decent body. And she was a smoker. She'd been a client for around three years. And I'd often felt that she'd flirted with me.

'Why not?' I thought as I pulled into the visitor parking spot outside her small office.

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