Date: Tue, 9 May 2023 07:24:26 +0000 (UTC) From: Ronald Shearing Subject: Unlocking Sexual Secrets 139 Unlocking Sexual Secrets Part 139 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. Any feedback? Drop me a line. Finally, before we get back to our story, the nifty donations link can be found here: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Please consider making a donation if you can. So, in the fall of 2020 I found myself embarking on a what was possibly a high-risk strategy to satisfy my irrepressible cravings for cock. I couldn't help myself. I was addicted. I stopped trying to fight it. This was me. This was who I was. The main thing of course was to make sure that Louise never EVER found out about it. Louise had made me ceremonially throw my old burner cellphone in the trash when we'd reset our marriage. So, I bought a new burner, which I kept at work. Never in the car. Never at home. When it was in my locker at work, it was always turned off. I even took an old work laptop from the stock about to be trashed, sorry, 'recycled', we were of course an environmentally friendly company, and then 'upcycled' it to be my own personal 'burner laptop'. I stored that in my work locker along with my secret cellphone. I only took it home if I knew Louise was going to be out. Then I set up new fake Gmail address and made profiles on a couple of hook- up sites. Basically, I organized things in a way that was the least likely for me to get caught. Make the whole thing as 'low risk' as possible. * My fake first name was 'Peter', my usernames were totally random * Profile pictures; cock and body only, no face pics - and no face pics in direct messages either, even if it meant no meet * My status message said 'Bi. But in a long-term straight relationship. Discretion expected and returned.' * I set my age two years older than I actually was * Daytime meets only - it made things more difficult, but whatever * I set myself a meet limit - maximum once every two weeks. If I got that lucky * No meets close to home, I even set up my personal location as 'near Greenwich' * And I expressly stated on all my profiles I was unable to accommodate I also set up a watch on some hooker sites that had 'trans' sections. I even signed up to a couple. It was free, and if you had a 'profile' you got access to 'chat', and a lot less 'pop-ups'. I also started a 50 buck a week cash 'float'. Louise wouldn't notice me stashing 50 a week I reasoned. I kept the banknotes, my secret stash, that I planned to use to pay shemale prostitutes, in my work locker. The way I looked at it. If I was going to get caught, I would have to be VERY fucking unlucky. == Within a week of setting up my fake online persona, I got my first successful 'hit' from one of the gay hook-up sites. I had a couple of near things where I'd refused to send a face pic, then one chat session did come to fruition despite my reluctance to share too much identifying information. After 'chatting' a few times, a guy claiming that his name was Ryan, invited me over to his 'room' in Stamford. He told me he shared a house near Barrett Park, his housemates would be out, and I could spend the afternoon with him if I wanted. I booked a fake two-hour meeting at a new 'prospect' over in Stamford and told 'Ryan' (his name actually did turn out to be Ryan) I'd be at his place at 1pm. Ryan's profile did have a full range of photos, including face pics. He was a cute 23-year-old, kind of 'Twinkish', he looked fucking delightful in swimming trunks, and his profile specified he was active and passive, but preferred to be 'bottom'. Suited me. I established in one of our three chat sessions that he liked having his dick sucked. And that definitely suited me. == I went over to Ryan's place a couple days later. I parked outside a small single-story condo building, that looked reasonably clean although a little dated, and headed to the front door of the apartment Ryan had specified. Ryan let me in. I wasn't disappointed with how Ryan looked. Jeez, I can be so superficial sometimes, but this was all about the physical. I told myself it wasn't cheating if I kept the emotional, romantic elements of any encounters out of it. Plus, Louise didn't have a cock. That alone kind of justified things in my view. Ryan, barefoot, was wearing a loose blue t-shirt, and a powder blue pair of cotton work-out type shorts. "Hi, come on in. I'm Ryan. You must be Peter?" "Yeah. Hi," I replied, hesitantly. Some nerves had kicked in. It had been a while. At least I remembered to lie about my name. I sat down in a small lounge area, which had a kitchenette at the side, separated by a wall with a large hatch in the center. Ryan was every bit as hot as his pictures had indicated. Young, fresh, light brown shortish hair with some lighter tints. He looked like a surfer type. Ryan sat down next to me on the large dark brown fabric couch I was sitting on. Ryan gave some background on himself. He worked at a hairdressing salon, which was 'unisex'. He was training to be a hairdresser, so at present mainly did washes, colorings, and treatments, whatever 'treatments' were. It was his day off. He had two housemates, one called Brian, who also worked at the salon, and a girl called Lena who worked in retail. Brian was gay, Lena was bisexual, and everyone was cool with friends calling round. For sex, Ryan added. I think Ryan expected some detail from me, so I admitted that I was married, I'd seen him checking out my wedding band as he talked. This seemed to please Ryan who said he loved having sex with married men. I kept the rest to a minimum, remembering at all times that I was 'Peter' from 'near Greenwich'. "OK, Peter," Ryan said after about ten minutes, "How about we go to bed? Have some fun?" "Sure," I replied, "Let's. You probably get this all the time, Ryan," I was starting to feel both more confident, and a lot hornier, as we approached 'playtime', "But you are beautiful. I find you incredibly sexy." Ryan smiled. "Peter, or should I call you Pete?" "Pete's fine," I replied. "That's nice of you to say that. And you're just the type of guy I like. I know this is going to be good! That isn't always the case. But I'm glad I agreed to meet you. I don't usually if there are no face pics or meet reviews." Shit. I was going to get reviewed? We walked through to a small brightly decorated bedroom, where the shades were already drawn. As Ryan instructed me to put my clothes on a seat by the door, I noticed that he had one of those Polynesian-type patterned tattoos on his lower left leg, circling his calf muscle. I got undressed, as Ryan pulled off his shorts, then his T-shirt. "OK, Pete. Shall we?" I took a few steps closer to the bed. I saw Ryan glance down at my half stiff dick, and I snatched a quick look at Ryan's. His cock was small, no more than six inches, if that, but beautifully formed. I noticed that Ryan was already fully hard, his boner pointing up and out, away from his body. Ryan took a step towards me. I wondered if he was about to plant a kiss on my lips, but as his hands touched my upper torso, he tilted his head and kissed my neck. I gasped and reached my arms around Ryan's lower back. He pushed his head further down and started to nibble on my right shoulder. My cock immediately, and I mean immediately, stood to attention. As Ryan continued licking my shoulder and neck, our cocks bumped into each other's, and a set of aroused tremors shuddered back into my groin. "Pete, can I ask you to do something, well, stuff, before you fuck me? I assume you want to fuck me?" "Yes. Absolutely," I panted softly in response. "I'm prepared. I mean, I cleaned myself. Douched. I have this thing. I really like it. I, well, I love it when a sexy guy licks my asshole. It so fucking turns me on. It drives me wild. Would you? Please?" Ryan leaned back so he fell back onto the bed, pulling me down with him. As my hands loosened from around his soft-skinned back, he swiveled his body so that he was in the center of his spongy mattress. I pulled my arms up and levered myself up on my elbows. I eagerly moved my head down into Ryan's clean shaven groin area. There wasn't a pubic hair in sight. First, I took the opportunity to nibble on the base of Ryan's small but very stiff shaft. Then Ryan moaned as I moved down a couple of inches and, letting out a slow dribble of saliva onto Ryan's crinkled ballsack, I started licking. After flicking my tongue round in wet circles for about thirty seconds, I opened my mouth wider and started sucking on Ryan's balls, taking one, then the other into my hungry mouth. All the time I worked Ryan's scrotum with my mouth, I was rubbing my right thumb over the underside of his silky- smooth glans, and Ryan's moans and a not inconsequential amount of pre-cum seeping out of his slit told me that he was enjoying my attentions a lot. Eventually, I tilted my head up releasing Ryan's balls, then pushed my chin down and swallowed Ryan's dick, taking it all the way back into my throat without feeling the need to gag. Ryan let out a hot-breathed 'Fffuuhh'. I actually thought that he might cum there and then, so I loosened my lips and let Ryan's wet cock spring back onto his lithe waist. I paused, then squeezed my hands under Ryan's butt-cheeks, before pushing upwards so that his tight youthful asshole was aligned with my lips. I made sure my mouth was refilled with saliva, then I slowly stuck my tongue in his bitter-tasting anus. I paused, then penetrated Ryan's ass further with my wet tongue until he actually started to tremble. I pushed my tongue into Ryan's shitter as far as it would go, then withdrew, then re-entered, and repeated until my tongue got achingly tired and I couldn't continue. Throughout, Ryan was moaning uncontrollably, running his fingers through my hair, begging me not to stop, as I tongue- fucked his slippery tight asshole. "Pete, stop, now, let me!" he said suddenly. I raised myself up from Ryan's groin. He pushed me lightly to my right and I flopped over onto the bed on my back next to him. "OK, Pete, let's see if I can do THAT, half as good as you can!" I pushed my back down onto the mattress as Ryan quickly gripped the base of my shaft and squeezed. A sudden achy but very pleasurable spasm pulsed up my shaft before being replaced by a soothing itchy feeling as Ryan's mouth took my bulbous glans in his warm wet mouth. I gasped an 'Aah!' as Ryan started to suck on my pole. After maybe half a dozen sweet sucks, Ryan pushed his hands down onto the bed between my legs. I responded by pushing down on my ankles and bringing my knees up. Before I could completely get myself set, Ryan forced his head down, his soft hair brushing against my tight scrotum, and as his wet tongue slid around the entrance to my anus, I let out a gasped, laugh-like yelp, in response to what felt halfway between a tickle and an orgasm. Ryan started licking. It's hard to describe. Like you're at a conference, or a business meeting, and you're desperate to scratch your ass. But of course, decorum says you can't, so you have to put up with that annoying itch until you can go to the bathroom and deal with it. That relief you get when you can give your ass a good scratching. It was like that, but in an even better way. Soon Ryan was swiping his slippery tongue up and ever deeper into my pooptube, and I pretty much lost it completely. I hoped the neighbors wouldn't hear my high-pitched 'Aaaahs'. Fuck, I was now practically yelping like a hyena. I simply couldn't handle what Ryan was doing to me. It was just TOO fucking good. If they could see, the neighbors would probably think someone was being ass-licked to death. I mean, I'd had my asshole licked in the past, but this was like nothing that I'd experienced before. It was FUCKING incredible. In fact, if Ryan had squeezed my cock and started to milk it, I'd probably have come inside five seconds. I don't know if Ryan sensed my intense arousal, but he suddenly lifted his head up and looked up at me. "Pete, are you OK? It's time. Can we, you know, fuck? Now? I need your cock in me!" "Fuck, yes," I panted in response. Ryan climbed up and squatted over me, before he twisted away towards the bottom of the bed, so that I was now looking at his smooth hairless back. I realized that we were about to 'reverse cowgirl', or should that be, 'reverse cowboy'? As he got set, I noticed Ryan had another tattoo on his right shoulder. It was the Tiffany-designed NY logo of the New York Yankees. I mean, I was a dyed-in-the-wool Met fanatic, I bled orange and blue, but I wasn't going to let Ryan's love of the 'Evil Empire' come between us. Certainly not between my aching cock and the luscious moist velvety depths of Ryan's heavily spit lubricated rectum. Ryan pushed down as I gripped my cock at the base and pointed it directly at Ryan's anus. There was a brief moment of resistance before the head of my dick plopped in. I bent my neck up and watched as my cock slowly disappeared into Ryan's tight ass. As Ryan descended onto my pole, he groaned in pleasure. Ryan relaxed when I touched bottom. He paused for a few seconds, so I decided that I would take the lead. I started to pump upwards, and soon subcutaneous erogenous impulses were fluttering down my shaft in response to my thrusts. I could hear Ryan moaning, high-pitched, almost girlish moans, even over my own lustfully loud grunts and groans. This was fucking incredible. The noises I was involuntarily making adding to my overall feeling of pure physical pleasure. I kept up a steady pace until I suddenly saw Ryan's back muscles tense and tiny bumps of vertebrae microscopically bulge outwards from his spine. I suddenly felt a warm milky splash splatter onto my leg, around my right knee. I felt another milky blob land on my right thigh, and when I realized what was actually happening, my balls practically started to quiver as a massive orgasm exploded from deep inside of me. As I groaned in near- painful orgasmic ecstasy, I pulsed a single balls-load of cum deep up Ryan's shitter. After about ten seconds, my body untensed and Ryan leaned forward, my slimy cock popping out of Ryan's distended anus with an audible plop. Ryan slid off of the bed and stood up. "Fuck, Pete, wow! Jesus, that's the best fuck I've had in ages! You can come visit me again, that's for sure!" I sat up and wiped Ryan's spunk from my leg with my left hand, then licked the milky goo from the tips of my fingers. Ryan stood still staring at me, smiling. "Ryan, that was fucking immense," I said, meaning it. "Jesus, unbelievable." "You can stay until four o'clock," Ryan said, looking at me hopefully, "If you'd like?" "Sorry, Ryan, I'd like to, but I have to get back to work." "Oh, that's a shame." "Ryan, that was great, thanks." "No, Pete, thank YOU." "I'm sorry, I do have to go. It's not that I want to. I have to, sorry." "It's OK, Pete. My day off changes every week. Next week it's Sunday." "I can't do weekends," I replied. "I know. Bi married male. It's cool. Let's keep in touch on the website, OK?" "OK," I replied. Then I got washed, put my clothes back on, and headed back to the office. I met Ryan again. On more than one occasion. I'll fill you in on the details of those meets someday. == Now, one thing with this online hook-up business is that you don't always get what you expect. Or what you want. I learned that lesson the hard way. My next experience actually made me put my secret life on hold for about a month. It was fucking terrible. Horrible actually. Let me explain. I mentioned that there was a reluctance from some people to 'meet' a profile without a face pic. In 'chat' the other person would often ask, but no fucking way was I risking sending a face pic to anybody, hot or not. If I missed out on some meets, so be it. But it restricted the people who I actually could meet. So, I wasn't always necessarily thinking, 'Quality Control' first and foremost. Anyway. One day just before lunch I got a message notification from one of the hook-up sites on my burner cellphone. I took my personal laptop from my locker, and drove to a deli I frequented, got myself a sandwich, tuna mayo, to go, then drove to a spot in an industrial park I used as a private place to check messages etc. There was a coffee shop near to where I parked that had internet, was in range, and I had the WiFi password saved. I logged on. The message was from a 'mature crossdresser'. I checked their profile. No face pics, but some very decent shots of their slim lower waist area in a tight leather mini-skirt, very shapely legs encased in black sheer nylons, and another body shot showing a slim waist and a black PVC-like 'crop top'. Also, some foot shots showing a variety of high-heeled shoes. OK, this looked promising. Some of the pictures were in black and white, and bottom half for sure, the guy rocked a certain 'Femme Fatale' look. Enough for me to be interested, put it that way. I noticed a green light next to the username. 'SlutInNylons'. So, I messaged them. They replied immediately. After the usual 'face pic / no face pic' tennis, they told me that yes, they 'met', yes, they could accommodate and as they were a 'senior', yes, they could do daytime meets. I was fifty/fifty about a meet, but my curiosity got the better of me. They were near to a client I was visiting Thursday morning, and that sealed the deal. I arranged to visit them between 12 noon and 1pm that day. Big mistake. Where do I start? I turned up and a skinny balding grey-haired 'older gentleman', well into his sixties, answered the door and let me in. They were wearing a long kimono type robe, but no make-up, no wig, nothing that I could see other than the kimono and a pair of high-heeled pumps on their stockinged feet. Well, when we sat down and the formalities were over, no, I didn't want a drink, they slipped off the kimono, to reveal a black leather two-piece similar to what I'd seen on their profile pics; crop-top and micro-skirt, and a sheer pair of black nylon stockings. I expected them to head to the bathroom and get made up, put on a wig, but no, they didn't. After putting some shemale porn on his flatscreen TV, the old guy just sat down next to me, told me that he loved sucking cock, that his own dick 'didn't work anymore', and if I wanted to, I could fuck his ass, preferably bareback. Nothing about any of the situation was turning me on, and I half thought about making an excuse and leaving, but then he started to fiddle with my crotch, and I let him get my dick out. He had this thing, it was so fucking annoying, where he kept on going on over and over again about my 'Horny cock'. It took me a while to get fully hard, even as I tried to focus on the shemale sluts fucking and sucking on his TV. He was a totally shit cocksucker, easily the worst I'd ever experienced. He did get me going eventually. But, he would give me around half a dozen sucks, then release my cock from his mouth to repeat his 'What a horny cock! Oh, my! Horny cock, horny cock!' bullshit until eventually, I grabbed his head and forced him to eat my fucking 'horny cock' without being able to say any more 'Horny cock' crap, and, thank fuck, after longer than I would have liked, I somehow managed to come in his mouth. It was probably the worst orgasm I ever had in my life. Even extreme hangover cums, and I'd had a few of those in the past, came nowhere close. He then asked me if I wanted to re-charge and fuck his ass, but I made an excuse about needing to get back to work and left. In a hurry. == The next time Louise sucked me off, it was the following Saturday night, I had to try and tune out all thoughts of Mr. 'Horny cock' and his horrendous fellatio style. And like I said, I withdrew from the gay internet hook-up scene for about three weeks. Christ. Some people were freaks. TO BE CONTINUED