Another Love (Part 30) - Sex Stories

Another Love (Part 30)

... pint they would both be on their seventh or eighth and the argument I would then have with them would be so much easier when they were pissed and unable to argue properly.

Plonking the pint of lager in front of me, both Jason and Ian greeted me with hugs.

“Been a while,” said Ian. “You haven’t been to any of the reunions for quite a few years, but having seen your new bird, I don’t blame you.”

“Cracking missis,” chipped in Jason, “Louise was stunning and now you go and pull another beautiful lass. What is your secret?”

“Well, when you’ve got it you’ve got it, what can I say, boys,” I was grinning from ear to ear as I said this, “but word of advice, it’s the twenty-first century and I would prefer it if you referred to Jade by her name, she is not my woman, bird or missis.”

“Check you out, proper modern man. You will be telling me next that you have a man bag and get facial treatments and go in for waxing.” Joshed Ian.

“What’s wrong with that if I do? If it is good enough for David Beckham and David Gandy, then it is good enough for the likes of us. Here, perhaps the secret is to be called David. We could add to that list David Bowie. He wasn’t bad looking either.”

“Steady on mate, don’t start talking about men looking good. We are all straight here aren’t we?” Jason looked at me and then at Ian.

I shook my head, “Jesus, you haven’t changed one bit, have you? Perhaps if you improved your Neanderthal attitudes, you might be able to meet and keep a ...

... woman. I mean, you both have been married and divorced twice, one of the secrets to marriage is not to chase anything with a pulse and in a skirt.”

“Well, these days, just because it is in a skirt doesn’t mean it is female. I mean, have you heard what happened to Martin the other year when we held the reunion in London? Don’t think he will ever live that one down, and you haven’t answered the question. You’re not gay, are you?”

I sighed and shook my head, “No Ian I am not gay and seeing as I am getting married to Jade tomorrow, the question should have been, you’re not bisexual, are you? The answer to that is no as well before you ask. Now let me ask you a question. Supposedly, I had said yes to either of those questions. Would it have made a difference?”

I said that last bit with a forcefulness that perhaps wasn’t warranted, but I wanted to close this conversation down before it took a nasty turn. As much as I considered Ian and Jason as best mates, they both had outdated and bigoted attitudes, and I wanted to ensure that neither of them would start anything either tonight or the next day at the wedding.

Both shook their head vigorously but said nothing.

“Great now let’s drop the fucking subject and move on to something else.”

“Yeah, let’s get pissed,” shouted Jason.

“Oh god,” I quietly groaned to myself and took a quick sip of my pint.

“Here’s to a brilliant night and a lovely wedding tomorrow,” Ian said, raising his glass in the air and promptly spilling ...