Same Time Next Week - Sex Stories

Same Time Next Week

... said through his laughter. "I'm trying to be sympathetic here."

"Try again," I retorted.

Beau rubbed his chin, appearing thoughtful. "How about this, then?" He leaned closer and lowered his voice. I noticed his dark green eyes held a kind of heat I'd never seen before. "I'll blow you, and you can jerk me off."

I almost spat out the mouthful of beer I was trying to swallow. It ended up going down the wrong pipe, and I hacked until my eyes watered. Beau waved off the server who'd given me a worried look. "Are you serious?" I finally managed to choke out.

My thoughts skipped back to that night several years ago when Beau had gotten shitfaced at the New Year's Eve party Connie always insisted on throwing at our house. My friend and I had gone outside in the hopes that the cold air would sober him up a little. Instead, he ended up confessing that he'd experimented with a few guys during college, and he wondered if he'd missed out by settling down with one woman. I'd had no idea Beau was bisexual; by the time we'd become friends in our late twenties, he was already married. It didn't change my feelings toward him, but after that night, we'd never spoken about it again.

Now Beau's stare held a challenge. He waited for me to compose myself, then said, "Look, Dennis, I know you're straight, but beggars can't be choosers. I realized recently how much I miss sucking cock, so this could be a good thing for both of us."

I had no idea what to say. It felt like my mind was ...

... sorting through a thousand thoughts a minute. I was ashamed that some of those thoughts centered around the idea of Beau sucking me off. But if I happened to say yes--and that was a bigif--what if he burst out laughing and said he was only joking?

My friend seemed to sense my struggle to form a response. "Hey, forget I mentioned it," he said. "It was just a suggestion, but I realize now it's not a good idea."

"Wait." My voice struck an urgent note, and Beau looked at me in surprise. After glancing around to make sure I wouldn't be overheard, I asked quietly, "If I were to say yes, how would we, you know, go about doing it?"

Beau considered my question for a moment. "There's a park within easy walking distance from here. I sometimes go there on my lunch break just to get outside for a bit. It has a walking trail that leads into some woods."

"I know where it is, but doesn't the place close at dark?"

"I doubt the cops are monitoring it, Dennis." Beau lifted his glass to his lips, keeping his gaze on me all the while.

I squirmed under his scrutiny. While he seemed cool about the whole thing, my stomach had tightened into a ball of nerves. If someone were to catch us in that park, what excuse could we possibly offer for trespassing there? Yet I knew my quickening pulse was due to more than anxiety; my cock was already stiffening in my pants. Before I could lose my nerve, I blurted out, "Let's go then."

Beau's eyes widened a little. "Now?"

"No time like the ...