Always Faithful - Chapter Twenty - Sex Stories

Always Faithful - Chapter Twenty

... pace. Focus on him only; I am here if you need me.” The warmth of the cock and balls Dan held did nothing to still his shivers. Hand must move. Interior Decorator’s hip was a safer place for Dan’s hand. If I stay safe, I can’t learn her lesson. I will disappoint my friend. Dan’s right hand stayed with the hip; his left moved now palm flat on Decorator’s stomach. Dan ignored the feel of cock covering the back of his left hand. Learn how this feels. So totally focused on his own hands, Dan wasn’t aware of another hand. When he felt the sensation of fingers motions came the question, whose hand; Interior Decorator or my friend? He looked in her eyes, and her eyes led Dan to Interior Decorator’s eyes. Accept his fingers, accept, enjoy, respond. Dan rolled his left hand palm up and covered with his right. He moved closer to watch what he was doing; he saw a twitch and he felt himself twitch. Once again time vanished. Dan body surfed waves of tactile sensation. Caught up, his head moved closer; Dan wanted a richer part in this play. His lips pursed; Dan blew an air kiss Interior Decorator could feel. There was the twitch again for both. Dan looked at his friend again and she nodded. Experiment; his next air kiss was lower, on Interior Decorator’s scrotum – no, on his balls. I want to try a real kiss. I can kiss, but away from the tip; I can kiss low on his shaft. Dan kissed Interior Decorator low. I feel lips on my cheek, who? Dan recognized her kiss and understood the kiss ...

... represented approval. I am ready. His lips walked up Interior Decorator’s shaft. What moisture accumulated there transferred to Dan’s lips. My friend is still kissing my cheek; the lips on my cock belong to Interior Decorator. Dan let his tongue flick out, and then just as suddenly pull back. He sat up and kissed the woman. “I think it is time to sleep, don’t you Daniel?” > > > > - - At the country club to retrieve Dan’s car, Interior Decorator suggested a drink. “Don’t get any hang ups about last night. Mrs. Patron was right; you aren’t gay or even bi. No matter what you might think now or in the future, we didn’t have sex. Believe me, I know sex.” “Yeah, just a learning experience.” “Exactly that, my friend, a learning experience. She is the best teacher I know. You are fortunate.” Interior Decorator continued to make his real point. “Most important, don’t let the learning experience come between us. We have business to conduct together. I also like you as a good guy.” “You are the first gay guy I even thought of in a friendly way.” “I am not alone in being a good guy and also being gay. There are some gay assholes in the world, straight assholes too.” “Yes, I have met a few straight assholes in my travels. Want to hear a secret?” “Sure, tell me your secret.” “My wife’s lover is a pretty good guy too; the times I have met him we get along well. I am supposed to think he is an asshole for fucking my wife, and I don’t.” “You are learning her lessons; go spend the next few days with ...