Peter’s Dilemma - Sex Stories

Peter’s Dilemma

Peter had a dilemma. He had rather fallen in love, or was it lust, and didn't know what to do about it! Peter chided himself for being an old fool. He ought to know better at his age. After all, he was thirty-five, for pity's sake, not some lovelorn teenager "young, dumb and full of cum”, as his American friend and former brother-in-law Bart would have succinctly put it.

Bart had been a steadfast friend, particularly over the last difficult couple of years, which would have been unbearable without his staunch presence. He was always the first to step forward and offer help when needed. They had first met in the local pub in the small Lincolnshire village where Peter was born and had spent the greater part of his life.

Bart was a young airman at the nearby airforce base and was lost and homesick for his Connecticut home's green hills and rolling meadows.

They hit it off immediately and became firm friends. Peter had invited Bart to the family home, a farmhouse just outside the village. Peter's father, John, was a farmer, as had been his father and his father before him in an unbroken line that stretched back to the seventeenth century and probably before. When his father decided it was time to retire, Peter would continue the tradition, but he would be the last as he had no children.

Bart met Tulip, Peter's sister, at Peter's house, and they immediately fell for each other. The romance had blossomed into love, and the two had married six months after first ...

... meeting. Bart had left the Air Force and settled in the UK, initially at the farm where he worked as a farm labourer and later in Lincoln, where he had moved with Tulip. They had two children, and Bart had done rather well and owned and ran one of the largest employment agencies in the area. Unfortunately, the marriage had fallen apart several years ago due to Bart playing around. Bart couldn't keep his pecker in his pants.

And what a pecker he had, Peter thought. It was at least nine inches in length and thick, too. He had seen it closely in action many times and was always impressed. His own six inches was a fine enough specimen but looked tiny compared to Bart's monster. It was Bart and his dirty little secret that many times in the past few years since Bart had split up with Tulip, they had teamed up for a threesome with a girl or woman whom Bart provided. He didn't know where Bart sourced them, but he had always found attractive girls willing and enthusiastic to be fucked every which way by a couple of horny men.

Peter had enormously enjoyed these sessions, which Bart organised in the luxury flat Bart had bought after his marriage break up. But circumstances had changed, and it had been over two years since the last time they had partied together. He sighed as he thought of how long it had been since he last had sex. Too long.

'Peter, are you there,'

He heard his name called weakly as if the caller had used up all their available energy in speaking these few words ...