Date: Sat, 24 Jun 2023 09:05:27 +0000 (UTC) From: Ronald Shearing Subject: Unlocking Sexual Secrets 146 Unlocking Sexual Secrets Part 146 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. My email address is above if you feel the need to send me any feedback. Reader feedback is always welcome. Assuming there are any readers still reading. ;-) And finally, you all know the drill! nifty needs donations to help keep this place going. The donations link is here. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html And if one of you 'dedicated readers' donates because of this story of ours, please don't forget to mention me. About four weeks after the bukkake session with Dina, Bond sent me a message that there would be a repeat session at the same location. Unfortunately, it was scheduled for an afternoon I had to attend a seminar in Rhode Island, so I had to decline the invite. But I told Bond to keep in touch. I messaged him back that I would still like to attend future sessions. A week after that, I managed to fix up a meet with Dan. 'Blondie' from the session with Dina. We'd exchanged messages a few times, then one day Dan asked me to call him. I waited until the office emptied one Tuesday night and called Dan's number. "Hi, Dan here." "It's Peter," I replied. "Hey, Pete! Super-cool! People should use their phones more often. Email is good, text messaging is good, online chat is good, but I always feel that you can't beat the good old phone. Anyway, good to hear from you." "Likewise," I replied. We chatted for about twenty minutes. Dan's wife was 'working late at the office'. The main discussion was on preferences. We'd specified on our profiles that we were both 'Top' only. Sucking each other's cock was definitely something we wanted to do. Dan then made a suggestion. "Pete, Next Tuesday, if you like, you can come to my house. My wife is down in Texas on business next week. All week. Leaves on Monday night. Anyway, what would you think about us getting together when she's away?" "What time would this be?" I asked. "I'm Home Office. It could be anytime from 12 noon until late. I have calls in the morning. Videoconferences I mean. What works for you? You could do lunchtime." "One minute," I responded loading my calendar. I saw some open slots, the most promising a two-hour slot from 1pm to 3pm. I mentioned this to Dan. "OK, you could come over 1pm. We could even eat. I'm a good cook." "OK. But Dan, and this is something I should have asked already. Where exactly do you live? You know if it's Staten Island, for example, or South Jersey, that probably won't work." "Harrison," Dan said in response. "Eh?" "Harrison, New York. My house is on Union Avenue in Harrison." Shit. Not a million miles from me. "Okaaayyy, that sounds very do-able." "So, let's do it. You're based in Greenwich, right?" Dan asked. I quickly remembered that according to my website profile my fake domicile was in Greenwich. "Yeah, eh, yeah, I can get to you easy," I replied. "OK. 1pm next Tuesday. Come ready for some fun." "I will," I answered. "I'll send you the address. See you next Tuesday, Pete." "See you then, Dan." == The following Tuesday I found myself walking up the curved driveway of a large house in Harrison, NY. I was slightly late. It was just after 1:15pm. I rang the doorbell. A few seconds later the door opened. It was Dan. "Hey, Pete. Come in! You find me OK?" As I walked in, and Dan closed the door, I answered. "Well, I did take the wrong turn after the High School. When I realized what I'd done, I had to double back. Sorry for being late." "No sweat, Pete. Come on through." When we'd entered Dan's spacious living room, he directed me to sit in a large curved black leather armchair. "You eat already?" Dan asked. "Eh.. yeah," I lied. The only thing I was there to eat was Dan's luscious cock. But obviously, I didn't say that. "Wanna drink?" "Eh.. yeah,' I replied. "Soda? Juice? Beer?" "Soda's fine." "You OK with original Coke? The so-called healthy shit, Diet, Zero, whatever they fucking call it this week, that's all bullshit. Way I look at it, might as well enjoy the original. Soda is soda. They're all pretty fucking unhealthy, well, except seltzer. And those fucking energy drinks! They are the WORST! Jesus I've seen YouTube videos of that stuff. Fucking cleans better than bleach! But Coke, the original, it tastes great, so I indulge myself. One of my many vices." "Coke's fine," I replied, as Dan headed through a door on the far wall. I assumed it led to the kitchen. Dan was wearing a light pink polo-shirt and a pair of cargo shorts, nothing on his feet. He was as handsome as I remembered him from the Dina 'party'. I'd say that he was around my age, early 30s, blond with angular features, taller than me, maybe 6"1' and wiry slim. He definitely worked out. Probably played tennis, something like that. He looked the sporty type. While Dan was in the kitchen, I looked over at a long modern-looking white cabinet on which there was displayed a large wedding photograph, almost poster-sized. It looked quite recent. Dan was in a tux, but with his dress shirt fashionably unbuttoned, no bowtie. His wife was wearing a tight white low-cut dress and a floral tiara. Dan's hair was shorter than it was now. His wife was a very attractive brunette, and from what I could see she had a very decent pair of tits. Dan walked back in and handed me a cold can of Coke. "Ah, you were looking at my wedding picture. That was August 2019. Not too long before the COVID thing. Thank fuck we didn't wait until Spring 2020. We nearly did. You're married, Pete, right?" "Yes," I replied. "How long?" Dan asked. "Shit. Must be twelve years, I think, twelve, no, wait, yes, twelve," I replied. "I guess by modern standards we got married young." "Yeah, I'm a lot more recent. Alex, my wife's name is Alexandra, was married before. We actually met in college. We were a couple for about 18 months. Then we went our separate ways. Of course, the internet makes it easy to catch up with old flames. Social networks make that VERY easy. Anyway, we re-connected online. I guess the fire got rekindled. Alex then left her husband, we lived together for two years, and then when her divorce came through, we got married." "I've been married just the once. Still am. Louise. We've known each other since our late teens." "Nice. Alex works in the Energy industry," Dan continued. "She's down in Houston a lot. I suppose that gives me opportunities to do stuff like we did the other week. Like we're doing now." "I'm not really in the same kind of situation," I said, taking a drink of Coke. "I have to be a lot more careful." "OK, I understand. So, Pete, if you don't mind me asking. How long you been doing stuff like this?" "Must be two, no, shit, time flies, probably nearer three or even maybe four years. Fuck, I'd have to think about it. Not yesterday, put it that way. And the COVID thing, it's like we skipped a year." "OK. I've been active in the Bi scene since I was about twenty-one. I experimented after Alex left me. Found I liked some stuff. Dicks, basically. It was Alex dumped me originally. I took it pretty bad, actually. Not a great time in my life. Fucked me up for around nine months. Alex doesn't know. About my thing for guys, I mean. Your wife ever catch you out?" I wondered how honest I should be. I thought if I was going to continue to be 'Pete' there was no harm in being mostly truthful. I also wondered if this was going to be a one-off. Right now, I was thinking it would be. "Yeah. It's been complicated. I guess the simple answer is 'yes'." "Wow! And you're still together?" "Let's just say until not that long ago, we led what some people would call, an 'unconventional sex-life'." "Wow! You mean like swingers?" "Yes. You could put it like that." "Wow! Alex would flip if she knew what I was getting up to. My ass would be out the door faster than she could say 'I'm keeping the house!'." "So, isn't me being here dangerous?" I asked. "I mean, eh.. the neighbors?" "Nah. I work from home. Permanently, it's not just a post-COVID thing. Occasionally a business associate will call round. And the house is pretty secluded. Unless Alex walked in while I was, you know, actually engaged with another guy in some kind of sexual activity, I'm safe. And with me having the find-her-iPhone app on my computer, I can play super-safe. She's in Houston, in an office on Smith Street. Well, now she's at lunch. But I know she's fucking definitely in Houston. Eating burritos at Chuy's or whatever. That's her favorite lunch spot. She's there until Thursday. We're cool." "OK," I replied, "I've worked in Houston. Few years back." "Great place. The titty bars are awesome." "Yes," I agreed. "So, Pete, before we go to the bedroom. What do you like? I know that we're both 'Top' only. I have to admit, I hate having things put in my asshole. I actually don't know how other guys can do it. Or girls for that matter. I mean, Alex has never let me put my cock anywhere near her asshole. I had a girlfriend once, after Alex and I had split, she put her vibrator up there. My ass, I mean. I really didn't like it. I thought I might, before I tried it. But I definitely didn't. No. Not my thing." "I've had things in my ass," I confessed. "Louise, my wife, has done me with a strap-on. And, being totally honest, I've taken cock in my ass before. More than once. The experiences have ranged from horrendously uncomfortable, to kind of bearable. Basically, it's not something I find that stimulating, or enjoyable, and it's not really something I want to do again if I can help it. You never know, but well, today, .." "Wow! That's interesting. OK, no, no worries, in case you thought, well, no, I absolutely wasn't going to ask you to let me fuck you. I was just interested in your experiences, that's all." "No, it's OK. I don't mind talking like this. It's cool." "The other week. What did you think of Dina?" Dan asked. "Dina? Not the worst situation I've been in, by a long distance. I guess the setup, with us and Dina, well, yes, it did get me excited. Maybe when I started out doing stuff like this, I wouldn't have been able to handle it. But you get used to things. Things that once would have been totally freaky, kind of become normal. But as far as meets I've had go, I'd say it was a good one." "Yeah, the Bond verbal abuse thing. I found it a little overpowering. I'm not into BDSM, or master/slave shit really. If anything, I can be a little passive. I have boundaries, of course. But often, when I'm doing stuff like this, I tend to go with the flow." "I'm not much into this BDSM shit either," I responded. "And truth be told, I'm a little like you are. I don't often take control in situations like that. Like this, even. It was actually really out of character for me, well, you know, for me to hit on you in the bedroom after that Dina thing." "Really??? I'd never have known. You sounded pretty confident. That's a surprise. Anyway, that Dina was a total slut, right?" "Yes," I answered with a short laugh. "But it turned me on a lot, if I'm being honest," Dan snickered, "The whole thing. All those dicks. And you, you being there. I liked you as soon as I saw you. I might have propositioned you myself, if you hadn't got there first." "Yeah, it was pretty good," I admitted. "And I was glad that you were there too. None of the others were exactly my type." "Fuck, yeah. Especially the gangbanger. Those tattoos, Jesus, pretty sure he was from El Salvador. They're fucking crazy down there, so I hear. I saw something once about it on the Discovery Channel. Or the History channel, one of those. It was about all these gangbangers in prison. Totally fucked up. The guy actually scared me. That fucking ski-mask! Jesus!" A few moments of silence followed. I wasn't sure what to say. Then Dan spoke. "OK, Pete, before we go up to the bedroom. One last thing. What's your most enjoyable experience with a guy? I'll tell you mine first. I really like the taste of cum. That thing with Dina? Well, I was at a party like that once, and it was me in the middle. I wasn't dressed like a girl or anything, I don't mean that, but I had eight guys cum on my face. In my mouth. Whole thing took about twenty minutes. It was fucking awesome!" "Wild," I replied. "If I'm being totally honest, I would say my best experiences have been with shemales." "Oh!" Dan replied, "Really?" "Best of both worlds is how I look at it," I replied. "That's interesting, Pete. I've not really done much with shemales. There was one time with a tranny. It was at a party. I sucked their dick. The guy wasn't very convincing, but they latched onto me, and well, I just thought 'Why not?'. We sucked each other off in the room where they'd put all the coats. I was a little embarrassed. I wasn't too experienced at the time, or you know, openly gay. Openly bi. Whatever. I'd actually gone to the party with a girl. I guess I kind of ditched her. Fuck, I even forget her name. She knew what I'd done and ended up fucking a guy I knew that night. We went home separately, never saw each other again. And of course, there was the thing with Bond and Dina. That was very spontaneous for me. Maybe I'll try trannies some more. Shemales, whatever. And, like I say, I enjoyed the Dina thing more than I expected. So I'm not ruling anything out." "I do like shemales," I added, "So I'd honestly say that my best experiences have been with them." "Any detail? Your favorite time?" "Well, the thing with shemales, trans people, I've found that they usually kiss great. I like kissing. It turns me on. It's been a thing for me since forever. And then there's the feeling when they come. When you're deep inside their asshole, and their cock starts to twitch, and you watch this stuff come out of them. And they look so sexy. So feminine. Well, usually they do. That does it for me. I'd be hard pushed to pick one single instance. 99% of them have been great. Some are less enthusiastic than others, but I never fail to enjoy the sex with them. Only very occasionally does it not live up to expectations." "OK, Pete. I think we've talked enough. I'm cool talking, I don't mean it like that. But let's go upstairs. OK? I'm already feeling pretty horny. All this talk, you know? And to get us warmed up, I'll put some shemale porn on the iMac in the bedroom. How about that? You ready?" "Yeah, sure," I replied, "Let's go." == Dan's bedroom was very large, with a spacious bathroom attached. I nearly asked him what he did for a living, but I thought better of it. Above the bed there was a large poster shot of Dan and his wife on a beach, if I had to guess, Hawaii or somewhere like that, a deep orange sun setting in the background. They were a good-looking couple. He was in blue trunks and an unbuttoned loose white shirt. She was wearing a low-cut bikini and sarong. My boob-job radar kicked in. Definite. They were way too rounded. I started to undress, as did Dan. Once we were both naked, we started off standing up. We played with our own dicks as the 'Shemale fucks Shemale' compilation movie played on a large iMac, then Dan reached over and gripped my boner, and I immediately returned the compliment. After playing with each other's cocks for a couple of minutes we lay down on the bed. Dan made a request. "Pete, before I suck your cock. Can you suck my nipples? That gets me really turned on." I moved up and went to work on Dan's bullet-like pointy nips. After I'd licked and sucked them for a little while, Dan begged me to bite them, and as I did, he 'Owwwed' and 'Aahhed' in delight. I soon moved my hand down and started massaging Dan's cock and balls, and then without asking, I swiveled my body downwards and started sucking on Dan's beautiful cock, trying to make my own cock available to Dan's hungry mouth. Dan's cock was medium girth, similar size to mine, about seven, seven and a half inches, the skin on his shaft pale and smooth, and like at the Dina cumdump session, he was totally shaved, cock and balls. As I tongued Dan's cock, he took the hint, and I gasped as Dan wrapped his lips round my throbbing member, before we started to 69 in earnest. I gave myself up to what was happening, but throughout I endeavored to try and give Dan as much satisfaction as my willing mouth, lips and tongue could provide. Not only was I satisfying my own cock addiction while eating Dan's meat, but Dan also knew how to suck cock, and I had to fully focus, really focus, trying extra hard not to cum too soon. I managed to hang in there somehow, and eventually Dan came first. I concentrated on swallowing his warm milky sperm as it pulsed into my mouth, until I couldn't hold back any longer and shot an itchy watery load into Dan's mouth in a blissful reciprocal response. == Once we'd cooled down, Dan asked if I wanted to take a shower and re- charge, but I declined, saying I had to get back to the office. As I got ready to leave, Dan asked me if I would be going to another Dina 'session'. "I might do. It really depends on my work schedule." "I think I will," Dan replied. "But only when Alex is away." "OK," I replied. "Bond explained it to me. Actually, I think you were there. You can only go maximum three times. He likes to keep it fresh. For Dina. New blood. Well, new cum." "Yeah, I know." "Maybe I'll see you there, then? We could, you know, co-ordinate. Unless.." "Eh.. yeah, maybe I'll see you there," I replied. "Message me," I added, immediately regretting that I'd possibly sounded a little too unenthusiastic. You see, I wasn't sure if I wanted to come back to Dan's. It was definitely do-able when his wife was out of town. And, I mean, the mutual cocksucking had been good. As a one-off, it had been fine. But I'd have to think about whether I wanted a repeat. "Dan, sorry, I really need to go." "OK, Pete. We'll keep in touch on the website though, yes?" "Sure, Dan. Let's." TO BE CONTINUED