Date: Thu, 12 Aug 2021 12:08:08 +0000 (UTC) From: Ronald Shearing Subject: Unlocking Sexual Secrets 72 Unlocking Sexual Secrets Part 72 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 feel free to email me at the usual email address. I mentioned a few chapters back I was going to try and get back into a routine and publish chapters more regularly. Now, I'm not saying it will always be the case, and I'm not saying it's the Golden Ticket to solving all of my writing problems, but this chapter is shorter than usual. Probably the shortest I've written. Hopefully you still enjoy it. Any donations you may like to make to nifty can be made here: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html. Monday, I walked into the diner for my lunchtime conversation with Rudy five minutes before the suggested meeting time of 12:30. I wasn't a hundred percent confident Rudy would show. On Sunday I'd seen that he'd sent me back a one word reply to my text. "Probably". However, when I entered the diner, I saw Rudy sitting near the exit to the outside eating area. He was moving a plastic fork around in a plastic container of salad in front of him. Rudy was looking good. He was wearing a pale green zippered jacket over a white T-shirt, and blue jeans. He looked up and saw me, and I nodded. He nodded back. I picked up a pre-made sandwich at the counter, paid, then walked over and sat down opposite Rudy. "Hey, Ron, how's it going? Good weekend?" "Hi, Rudy. Yes, not bad." "Cara mentioned you and Louise were partying. How did that go?" Shit, did Louise tell Cara everything? "It was OK," I replied, in non-committal tone. "Anyway," I continued, "How's things with you?" Rudy put his fork down before answering. "You know, Ron. I'm OK. I mean it's fun with Cara. Well, most of the time anyways. She can be quite demanding; you know that as well as anyone. I think I'll stay with her for a while. Roommate with benefits. But not forever. I have a new boyfriend. Grainger. Married guy, his wife doesn't know. I think Louise knows him. He works for a contractor does a lot of work for Bill. He fixed up a house that Louise sold. He said he knew Louise. He's bi, and I'm pretty sure he has the hots for her. Well, I know he does. He's said so. Luckily, I'm not the jealous type. I haven't mentioned our thing, so you don't have to worry on that score." I tried not to look pissed at Rudy's latest disclosure. "So, Ron. What was so urgent that you needed to talk, one-to-one in person?" I cleared my throat. "Rudy, Louise mentioned a dinner date. Later in the month. At Cara's place." "Sure, Ron. What about it?" "Rudy, I'm still not totally cool with what happened with you and Louise." "Oh, that again." "Yes, that again." "Ron, you know, I've thought a lot about it. You know, it's unfair that you're projecting this on to me. I'm sure deep down you realize that yourself. I've been totally honest with you. Louise played me. Said you knew, said you were OK with what we did that night. She played Sandy too, more I think about it." I knew Rudy had a point. Still, admitting it to myself was difficult. "You know last time I was at Bill's work drinks, Louise apologized to me? Right, Ron?" I didn't. "No, Rudy, I didn't." "So, anyway, Ron. Our dinner date. What did you want to talk about? Our after-dinner plans? I assume it isn't that." I cleared my throat before I answered. "Rudy, I kind of hoped we could, you know, agree somehow that you'd tell Cara that we would call it off." Rudy raised his eyebrows. "Really, Ron? Really? And why don't you just tell Louise 'no'? You think about doing that?" "Rudy, it's difficult.." "Ron. Come on! Man up! I thought you and Louise were only into things that you both agreed on? No? Sorry, Ron, I'm fed up being played by Louise and you. It's not happening. Right now, I don't have a lot of choices about a place to stay, and Cara has helped me out. Look, I like you. But Cara wants it to happen, and I'm not stopping her. I'm going along with anything Cara wants to do. I don't need the extra hassle. Sorry, no." I digested Rudy's response for a few seconds. "OK, Rudy. Thanks. I get it. Sorry for asking you, actually." I lifted my wrapped sandwich from the table. "Ron, you drove here, right?" "Yes, Rudy. Why?" "I have the keys to an apartment Grainger is renovating. It's furnished. Well, at least one of the bedrooms is. To be honest," and at this point Rudy lowered his voice, "Well, Ron, to be honest, we've been using it as a fuck pad. We can be there in five minutes. You and me. Interested?" Shit. The fucking nerve of this guy. I dry-swallowed. "OK, Rudy, let's do it." == I had a meeting scheduled for 1:30pm so I told Rudy we'd need to be quick. We went straight upstairs to a very old-fashioned style bedroom and undressed. I took control, telling Rudy what I wanted to do. As Rudy gripped my cock, he looked into my eyes. "Ron, I do like it when you're dominant." I got what I wanted. We 69-ed. I knew I had turned into a voracious cock- sucking addict. It seemed that I couldn't eat enough cock. I even wondered if I'd end up a regular in Romeos, on my knees, sucking hot meaty cocks through a circular hole in a cabin wall. Rudy came first. His cock spasmed and squeezed up against the roof of my mouth and blasted out a very healthy load that I had to concentrate hard to swallow without spilling any onto the bedcovers. I let Rudy's softening cock out of my mouth and came myself shortly afterwards. It was a pretty good orgasm. Rudy was a great cocksucker. As we got dressed, Rudy asked me a question. "Ron, are we good now?" I looked at Rudy who continued talking before I could answer. "Louise took advantage of me behind your back. Now you've now done it with me again. Don't you think that makes you and Louise even?" There was a certain logic to what Rudy had said. I couldn't deny it. "OK, Rudy. I can't say I totally agree. Not now, I mean. But you're right. And maybe I just need to deal with it. Myself. Not taking it all out on you, for sure. Fuck, I should probably even just let it go with Louise." "Ron. I like you. I wouldn't mind if we made this a regular thing. We could keep it quiet from Cara and Louise. And I wouldn't tell Grainger. That's just sex anyway, I give him what his wife can't." "OK, Rudy, I'm not sure. Let me think about it. OK?" "Sure, Ron. And one last thing. The dinner party. If you don't want to do it, YOU need to tell Louise. I'm looking forward to it, I'm not going to be your 'excuse', OK?" "OK, Rudy. I'll deal with it." "So, you're going to tell Louise 'no'?" "I'm not sure Rudy, let me think about it." == Half an hour later I was sat at my desk wolfing down my sandwich in time for my 1:30pm meeting. "Hey, Ron! Lunch meeting? No time to eat?" my colleague Frankie shouted across the floor as he saw me eating. "Something like that," I replied, smiling inwardly. TO BE CONTINUED