Date: Wed, 29 Sep 2021 10:42:13 +0000 (UTC) From: Ronald Shearing Subject: Unlocking Sexual Secrets 82 Unlocking Sexual Secrets Part 82 Nifty / bisexual / adult-friends This story is fiction and is intended for mature readers only. If it is not legal to read this story in your jurisdiction please close this page now. If you have any feedback on my story, please don't hesitate to email me. And last and as usual, if you'd like to make a donation to nifty, the donations link is here: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html. I had a lot on my mind as I traveled down to the city on the Metro-North late Wednesday morning. First, I still wasn't totally sure where I was with Louise. We hadn't had sex after Sunday. It didn't feel like things were back to 'normal'. Whatever 'normal' was these days. And the conversation with Randall had worried me. I'd saved Donna's number on my burner phone and got rid of the slip of paper he'd handed me. I felt it would be better to call her sooner, rather than later. I didn't know what I was going to say. But I needed that complication gone. So, as the train pulled into Grand Central, I was even wondering if I'd be up for any non-work activity with Justin. However, I felt more at ease when I entered the restaurant and saw a very handsome professionally attired Justin sitting at a table for two by a window facing the street. I told myself to get my shit together and sat down. A male server immediately poured me a glass of water from a thick glass water bottle that was on the table. "Give us ten minutes, Jules," Justin told him as the waiter retreated. Justin, who looked very good in a crisp black pinstripe business suit and open-necked white shirt, asked me how I was. "Yeah, OK. You?" I replied. "Pretty good. Let's order our food, then we can do the professional stuff quickly. To be honest Ron, we could have done it all on email. After we've eaten, we can discuss, ahem, this afternoon's next steps." The way Justin said 'next steps', I knew he didn't only mean project 'next steps'. We ate, keeping the meal conversation to work topics. Justin paid the bill (Mikey would be happy), then he handed me a red folder with some papers inside. Justin then tapped on his phone screen. "OK, email sent, with pdf. I'll get Walker to email a full meeting minutes document after we're done for the afternoon. I already prepared it. Makes it look like we worked hard," Justin smiled. My phone pinged as Justin's email landed in my Inbox. "So, it's 1:30 now. I guess we both bill Linda two, no make that three, hours," Justin said with a smile. "Now, the next hour or so is ours." I gulped. Justin seemed very calm. Calmer than me. "Ron, I have two options for us. My office is only a few minutes walk, it's on Lexington. Or we can take a cab to my apartment. My apartment's on West 31st. Now while the office might not be your first choice, I do have a private office. Very private, actually. I can lock the door, and it has a really good layout. There's a small couch even. "In the firm, we're only two partners, Bruce and myself, and Bruce is out today. My intern/assistant Walker is very discreet. But, if you're more of a conventional type, my apartment is pretty nice, and I have a very large bed. So? And of course, I'm assuming that I didn't misread your intentions in your email. So, I am sure we both know what I am talking about?" "Totally," I replied, trying to sound confident. "So, Justin, what would you recommend?" "Ron, let's do the office. I find, eh, you know, THAT, in the workplace very exciting. I guess if Bruce knew, he would flip, but I've had some very good encounters in the office. And not always after hours. Yes, let's go to the office." Justin stood up and got ready to leave. I pushed my chair back. I was nervous but excited. == It was a short walk to Justin's office building. During the walk, he explained his office suite used to be owned by a small firm of Jewish lawyers and was 'Old World'. When we exited the elevator at the floor Justin's office was on, Justin keyed a PIN into a terminal by an opaque frosted glass door and pushed the door open. "Come on in, Ron," Justin said. There was a small reception area, with a seated waiting area, I noticed that there were four guest seats. Behind the reception desk sat a young guy, I'd say he was maybe 20, 21. He was looking at a computer screen. He looked up as we entered. "Hey, Walker!", Justin said as he pointed me to a small corridor to the right. "Hi Justin!" the young male receptionist replied. Shit. Walker was hot. Pure twink material. He wore a white open-necked shirt and black pants. Slim with medium length light-brown hair, he had a pretty face with a slightly upturned nose, and deep blue eyes. I wondered if Justin had fucked him. I reckoned he had. I could just tell. "I'm going to do some work on the Ware account with Mr. Abbott here in my office. Any more emails?" "Actually, yes. Some stuff arrived just after you left for lunch. I've put it on the Ware folder on the H:\ drive. And Linda also called. She wants to set up a meeting next week. Down here." "Nice, Walker. Thanks. No other calls?" "Only Pixie. I told her you were in meetings." "OK, I'll call her later. And Walker, the other project, any thoughts on that?" "Well, from what I've seen, the project could be a 'go'," Walker replied, with a slight twinkle in his eye. "OK, so any tasks related to it? You'd be OK doing them?" "Definitely, Justin," Walker smiled, it seemed a little mischievously. "OK, thanks Walker. Ron, follow me." I wondered who Pixie was. And I wondered what the other project was. As we stepped towards the corridor behind reception, Justin turned back a step towards Walker. "Block my schedule for two hours to be on the safe side, OK?" Walker nodded, then Justin and I walked down a short narrow corridor. There were two doors near the end, one on the left and one on the right. Justin opened the door to our left. "Welcome to my inner sanctum, Ron." We entered a larger office than I had been expecting. It had an old- fashioned feel. There was a dark very large mahogany desk, 27" iMac on it, with a plush brown leather office chair behind the desk. A thick oriental rug covered a large section of the floor. Then there was an oval guest table with two smaller leather chairs and a curved two-person dark-green leather couch to the left. The one window the office had, had Venetian blinds, which Justin immediately closed. "Nice," I said, as I entered. "Only thing I'm missing is a bathroom," Justin replied, "It's a walk back to reception I'm afraid. I'm sorry, Ron, should have asked. Do you need to use the bathroom?" Actually, I did. I was more than a little nervous, and I needed to pee. "Yes, Justin, sorry, I do actually." "Sorry, Ron. Back to reception, bathroom is on the far side. Any problems, Walker can show you." I left Justin's office and walked back to the reception area. As I turned the corner I caught a glance at Walker's computer screen. Shit. He was watching porn. I paused and looked more closely. Gay porn! I saw a young guy in close up, sucking a very large cock. Fuck, Walker was actually watching gay porn at work! I coughed to make my presence known, and Walker hurriedly minimized the screen he was watching. "Eh, sorry, bathroom?" I asked. "Just there, Mr. Abbott," Walker said pointing to his right. "Thanks," I replied, adding "Call, me Ron. Please." "Sure, Ron," Walker said. I went to the bathroom and urinated, nervously. Then I washed my hands and headed back towards Justin's office, past the reception desk. As I passed Walker, he looked over at me and smiled. "Have fun, Ron!" I breathed out nervously and just nodded back at Walker. I reckoned he knew what was going on. "Ah, Ron," Justin said, as I re-joined him, and closed the office door. Justin was standing by the oval guest table, where he had a laptop open. I wondered if we were actually going to do some work first. "Ron, what do you think of Walker?" I didn't quite know how to reply. "Ehm, yeah, seems like a nice kid." "Very nice kid, actually Ron." I wasn't sure whether to sit down or not. As I was contemplating what to do, Justin spoke. "Ron, what would you say if I suggested I call Walker through, and we both fuck him? Or did you want it just to be me and you? I think you liked the look of young Walker if I'm not mistaken. So, what do you say? Just the two of us, or do we invite Walker in to play too?" I gulped. This sounded too good an opportunity to pass up. "Well, Justin, if Walker's OK with it, that sounds like fun." Justin smiled at me. He walked over to his large office desk and picked up a desk phone. "Walker? Yeah. Put the machine on and disable the door. Project's a 'go'. See you in my office. Right. Yes. Yes, you will." Justin put the phone down. Then he unzipped his fly and pulled out his already semi-erect dick. I stood and stared as Justin slowly pulled on his cock. The thing that surprised me was that when Justin whipped his cock out I wasn't that surprised. "Ron, sorry, but I'm in the mood, and I'm thinking, 'Why waste time?'. Feel free to get ready. It's up to you if you get undressed. I'm keeping my clothes on. I love fucking a guy when I'm dressed. One of my fetishes I suppose." I was startled slightly when the door suddenly opened, and Walker came in. I turned to face Walker, who smiled at me. As the door closed behind him, Walker walked over and gripped me behind my head before forcing his youthful tongue into my mouth. After an initial very brief shocked resistance, I opened my mouth wide and was very soon probing Walker's mouth with my own tongue. I felt my cock stiffening. As we broke off from our kiss, I noticed that Justin was firmly stroking his now fully erect dick. "Ron," Justin said, "Take your dick out, or get undressed, it's up to you. Walker, strip!" Walker started to disrobe. I wasn't 100% sure about what to do, but the thought of heading back to the office, or straight home, with cum on my work suit pants, made my mind up for me. I started to undress. Walker got naked quicker than I did and as I struggled with my pants, Walker walked over to Justin and knelt down in front of him, before stuffing Justin's cock into his mouth. I eventually got myself naked. "Ron, over here," Justin prompted as Walker removed his mouth from Justin's slick cock. Justin went into his desk drawer and pulled out a small dark bottle with a gold label on it. I looked closer, and saw that the label said, 'Liquid Gold'. Walker once more approached me, and we resumed kissing. My cock was getting stiff, especially when it rubbed against Walker's small but perfectly formed dick. "Walker, here!" Justin said. Walker broke from our embrace and took the small bottle from Justin. He removed the pointed cap and took four deep sniffs. "Oh, fuck! I love poppers. Especially when I'm getting double-teamed!" Walker said with a wide smile. Walker pushed the bottle towards me. I noticed the smaller text on the label said 'Room odorizer'. I wasn't quite sure what to do when Justin asked, "Ron, ah! You've never done poppers, right?" "Well, no actually. I don't know.." "Take a couple of sniffs Ron. You'll like it," Justin said. I took a sniff in my right nostril. Wow, that smell. Then another in my left nostril. I felt a little light-headed for a couple of seconds. Walker took the bottle and handed it to Justin, who took multiple hits before putting the lid back on and putting the bottle on his desk. "Ron, come on, Walker can handle two. You love cock, don't you Walker?" Walker just laughed and then kissed Justin. Justin pushed Walker away lightly. "Walker, Ron's a business associate. Let's not be rude." Walker turned to me, knelt down, and immediately started slurping on my dick. I closed my eyes. Shit, this kid was good. As Walker sucked my cock I felt Justin running his nails over the outside of my left arm. Walker twisted his head towards Justin, and my cock plopped out of his young mouth. Walker slid his left hand up the inside of my right thigh and gripped my stiff dick. "Walker, you ready?" Justin asked. "Yes," was Walker's instant reply. Justin looked at me. "Ron, I'm going to fuck Walker. You OK, if I go first? We can switch." I quickly agreed, "No problem, Justin." "So, we'll take turns fucking him. Walker's a real ass-whore. We met at a party when he was getting gang-banged. I hired the kid the next day. Best intern ever!" Justin reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a thin tube of lubricant. "I'm a regular Boy Scout, Ron, always prepared," Justin chuckled. "OK, Walker. Over the desk please. I'm ready and I'm sure Ron is too." Walker bent over the mahogany desk. God, his firm young ass. It was fucking perfect. His tight round asshole was just begging to be fucked. I watched as Justin squirted some lube directly onto Walker's tight puckered asshole. Justin massaged Walker's anus gently at first, then slipped his fingers in. Walker tensed for a few seconds, then relaxed. Justin wiggled his fingers around for a few seconds. "OK, Ron, I'll go first," Justin said. Justin put the smallest amount of lube on the tip of his cock, then put the tube down on his desk. "OK, Walker, here I come!" Justin carefully positioned himself behind Walker. He gripped his hard cock, flexed his knees slightly until he got himself in the exact position he wanted, then pushed forward. "Oooooooh FUCK!" Walker moaned, as Justin pierced his anus. I was getting a very close look from about eighteen inches behind Walker's arched body. Justin slowly pushed himself deep inside Walker's stretched ass. There was the briefest of pauses, then he started pumping. Hard, no gentle warm-up. Walker started making a low whining noise almost immediately. But these were not whines of protest, it was clear he was getting a lot of pleasure from Justin's firm thrusts. As Justin concentrated on fucking Walker, and Walker's whines turned to grunts, I picked up the lube from Justin's desk and lubed my cock up, covering my whole shaft in slippery gel. Justin noticed me doing this and promptly pulled his cock out of Walker's asshole. "OK, Ron, your turn. Go for it, you want to come in his ass, don't mind me. Want to swap before you come, that's cool also." Walker edged himself upwards slightly, and I got a better look at his cock and balls from between his legs. Fair-haired pubes framed the root of his small but erect shaft. I would have liked to have sucked his dick, but the way things were set up, I just wanted to bury myself in his no-longer- quite-so-tight shithole as quickly as I could. Justin moved out of the way, giving me access to Walker's love tunnel. Walker leaned fully forward onto Justin's desk once more. I stepped forward, then carefully pushed my cock into Walker's asshole. I slipped in easily, and a subliminal feeling of ecstasy permeated my first slow thrust. Jesus! This felt good. I paused for a couple of seconds to let Walker get set. Then I started fucking him. Walker started emitting a series of "Ooohs" as I picked the pace up. Shit, this was massively turning me on. As I fucked Walker from behind, Justin started running his hand over my ass, lightly scratching my skin as I pumped. This intensified my feelings of physical pleasure, but a combination of thinking I might come too quickly, and a feeling I might be hogging Walker's sweet ass, made me decide to pull out after a few more thrusts. Justin looked at me. "Still not there Ron? Good. OK, I'm gonna go for it. You can have sloppy seconds!" Justin laughed. Justin's fabric covered right hip brushed against me as he repositioned his exposed cock against Walker's asshole. I briefly considered whether Justin had a change of clothes. With Justin having made no attempt to take off his pants, there was a small glistening residue accumulating at Justin's fly. "OK, Walker, here it comes again!" Walker gasped as Justin speared his hard cock into his asshole. Then Justin started pumping again, which initiated another series of "Ooohs" from Walker. Justin himself started to grunt as he hammered in and out of Walker's delicious asshole. After around another minute, Justin's body started to tremble. "OHHH SHIT! HERE IT CUMMMSSSS, OOOOOAAAAOOHHHHHHHH, FUCK!" Walker accompanied Justin's groans of pleasure with a repetitive high- pitched chant of "Ah ah ah's". Fuck, I so wanted to be back inside Walker. As Justin came down from his orgasm, he leaned over Walker and lightly bit his right ear. "Damn that was good, Walker," Justin observed, as he ducked backwards, his cock flopping out of Walker's distended asshole. "OK, Ron your turn," Justin urged as he stepped to the left of Walker's smooth body. I looked down and saw a thin smear of Justin's cum on the edge of Walker's wide-open purple anus. I could see a creamy mix of lube and cum deeper inside Walker's hole. I paused, then pointed my dick with my right hand at the entrance to Walker's ass. I pushed in and met even less resistance than before. Walker's ass was now extra slippery, given the additional lubrication of Justin's sperm. The thought of this turned me on more. I wanted to come in Walker's ass, wanted to mix my gunk with Justin's, deep inside Walker. I stopped thinking about it and let instinct and my sexual excitement take over, going at it like a jackhammer. I was moaning softly as I pumped, my moans getting louder as my pleasure increased and my climax approached. My moans eventually transformed into one long drawn-out groan as my cock slit opened, and my love muscle twitched uncontrollably as I flooded Walker's rectum with my seed. I recovered after my balls had emptied, and pulled out. Justin handed Walker a towel. I hadn't seen where Justin got it from, I guess a drawer in his desk. Walker reached back, and with some assistance from Justin, he wiped his ass clean. As Walker turned round, I noticed that his five- or six- inch dick was still hard. I grabbed the towel and dried my dick on a part that was still clean. Walker looked at Justin, then me. Justin spoke. "Ron, if you like, you can do the honors. I'm sure Walker would love you to suck his cock. You want to?" "Yes," I eagerly replied. Justin edged up backwards onto the desk where his anus had just been ravaged. I squatted in front of him, I couldn't quite kneel and suck on Walker's pole from that far down. Walker leaned back on the desk, his cock flopping upwards. I leaned forward and slowly took Walker's cock in my mouth, which made Walker moan lightly. I started to blow Walker, slowly at first. I heard Justin and Walker start to kiss, and as Walker fidgeted and started to press his groin in and out in time to my sucks, I started to more greedily suck on Walker's gorgeous and very stiff dick. I started to swing my head slightly in a sideways circular motion. I was basing this on Louise's latest blowjob style, remembering the way she sucked Rudy's dick at Cara's place. I soon felt Walker grip the edge of the desk with both hands, and then he came with a boyish whimper. I enthusiastically swallowed as Walker's youthful dick pulsed three very healthy spurts of cum into my mouth. As Walker's cock stopped twitching in my mouth, it hit me that I really did love eating cum. I released Walker's cock and stood up. "Nice, Ron," Justin said, before turning his attention back to Walker. "Walker, OK if you head back to the desk? Ron, I'm kind of guessing you don't need to hang around? If you want Ron, we can do something like this again. We've got 6 weeks until go-live. I'll leave the ball in your court. And it really wouldn't surprise me if Linda wants to fix something up, you know, non-work related, involving the two of us. Anyway, I really enjoyed our 'lunch', so, thanks." Walker got dressed more quickly than I did and left the office without saying anything to me. Justin and I shook hands once I was dressed. "Ron, I won't see you to the door. I have a few calls to make. Anyway, as I said, I really enjoyed that. Hopefully we have further opportunities to do something similar in future." I left Justin in his office as he picked up the phone. "Pixie, honey, yes I had meetings," I heard Justin start to say as the door closed. As I walked past reception, Walker looked over at me. "Ron, here, take this. Don't tell Justin." I took a slip of paper from Walker. I glanced at a google mail email address. "My private email. I'd like to see you again, if you'd like? Without Justin." "Walker, you never know," I replied, "Thanks for everything." I turned and left the office. == As I sat on the train home, I worried that somehow the few other passengers nearby could smell what I had just done, and I wondered how I was going to clean up before I got home. I guess I'd just immediately take a shower, although I worried that Louise might suspect something. Luckily, when I got home, there was a note on the dining table from Louise. 'Ron, we're over at Sonya's. Her niece and nephew are visiting and the boys are playing with them. Back by 7pm. Run a bath for the boys. x' I went upstairs and showered immediately. At 6:30pm I got a beer from the refrigerator and sat down in the kitchen. I took out my burner cellphone, and put Walker's email into the phone. Then I went to the downstairs bathroom and flushed the small note away, making sure the toilet bowl was clear, before I went back to the kitchen. Then I started to write a text. -- Donna. When can we meet? Randall gave me this number. I pressed 'Send'. Then realized it might have been a bad idea. What if I got a reply when the phone was back in the car, and it was switched off? I mean, Donna wasn't going to reply immediately.. Shit! She'd replied. -- If Louise is out tomorrow, how about tomorrow? Let me know. D I scratched my head. Had Louise arranged a sitter? If she hadn't there was no chance that a meeting that Thursday would work. Suddenly the front door opened. I scrambled to switch off my burner cellphone and stuck it in my pocket. The boys ran over to greet me, but soon ran back into the living room and grabbed their tablets. Louise walked into the kitchen. "Ron, you ran a bath, right?" "Yes, but maybe it needs some more cold," I replied. "Ah, OK. You take care of it. I need to sit down. You remember I'm going out tomorrow. I'm having a drink with Joanne." I had to think quickly. Randall had mentioned this, had Louise? "Oh. Cool. I'll be home by six, I'll get the boys from.." "No need, Ron. The boys are sleeping over at Sonya's. Sonya's looking after her niece and nephew all week. They're having a special dinner tomorrow, then the kids will play before bedtime. It's much better they play with real kids, not just sitting on their iPads all the time. So, if you want, you're welcome to go out for a drink yourself. But, Ron. NO funny business, OK. You remember what I said? And don't come to the Irish pub, Joanne and I need to talk. Girl stuff." "Sure, Louise. I might not even go out. Couple of the office guys were suggesting we shoot some pool, but you know how shit I am at pool." "OK, Ron, up to you. Boys!!" Louise shouted. "Bath time already! Upstairs with dad, now!" I walked out of the kitchen and dragged the boys away from their tablets. As the boys played in the bath, I walked outside of the bathroom and switched my burner back on. -- OK. Tomorrow good. Must be somewhere discreet. Tell me where. I will pick up your text in the morning. Then I turned my burner off and stashed it in the room I used as my 'Home Office'. == I woke up the next morning, remembering to pick up my burner cellphone. On my way to work, I stopped off at a deli to get a coffee. In the parking lot, I switched my burner on. One text. -- OK, Beachcomber. You know the place. Where the movie shoot was. I'll be there from five and can be available until eight. Please meet me when you can. D So, my meeting with Donna was set. I felt if I could shut down my Donna situation, with no repercussions, I'd be in a much better position with Louise. Then I could rest a little easier. TO BE CONTINUED