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By *obnsa OP Man
2 weeks ago
Ferndown |
The question question slapped me across the face with more force than a hurricane.
"Will you marry me?"
Could I have seen it coming? February 29th was the day where traditionally girls asked their men to marry them - usually if the men hadn't gotten around to it themselves. It was always a day to be busy doing something else.
How could I say yes, I mean we'd never even had sex. She was more like my best mate, and I was more interested in her brother in "that" way, if you know what I mean.
Say no, and bin her off would be awkward to see Pete.
Say yes, and I'm signing myself away for a life of misery. I could imagine hiding my true self, secretly finding few and far between hookups on sites like Fab. It would be unfair to her. It was that unfairness that made my decision, irrespective of the outcome. Luckily we were alone in her living room. Pete was in the kitchen and out of earshot. God only knows if I'd have made the same decision if I was in front of a crowd of our mates.
"I'm sorry, Bea, we're not even going out together. I mean I do love you but not like that."
"It's just that I'm not getting any younger, and all our friends are engaged or married now." She stared up at me, eyes glistening. "I'm sorry I asked. Can we at least start going out together?" She launched upwards and planted a kiss on my lips. It felt like kissing my sister. Not that I ever have kissed my sister, but it's just how I would imagine it to be. Wet, with no feeling. She must have felt it too, "Scrap that," she said, "BFFs it is." She turned and ran to the door sobbing and nearly collided with Pete as he came in with a few bottles of beer in his hand.
"Hey, what's the rush?" he asked as she ran to the front door, launched it open and left.
"She just asked me to marry her," I explained.
"Whooooo," he said handing me the beer. "I guess you said no then? Either that or she can't contain her excitement," he laughed.
"I said no, we're just friends. I love her but I'm not in love with her. It wouldn't be fair to lead her on."
"Good choice," replied Pete looking at me intently, "and is there anyone else you have your sights on?" His eyes locked on mine for just a moment longer than was comfortable. A feeling of excitement tingled through me as his eyes bored into mine. My cock stirred.
"Maybe," I laughed, looking away. I sat down on the sofa and sipped the beer. Pete collapsed into the seat next to me, his hand grazing over my leg as he did so. It lingered for a few seconds before he grabbed the remote control and put the Saturday afternoon sport on.
"Oh look, 37-10. They'll be celebrating in the changing rooms today. I always wondered what it would be like in the communal bath. I don't think I could hide my excitement. I mean a win by that amount must be an amazing feeling. I don't think I'd be able to stand up!" His hand was back on my leg. "Especially if you were there with me."
We looked at each other, and both reached in for a kiss at the same time. Tongues entwining. Our hot, wet saliva mixing. His hand on my leg. I reached my hand around the back of his head, pulling him in closer. Fingers running through his hair. My cock was doing more than just stirring now, stimulated by the electrical tingling sensations originating from our tongues. It was straining against my jeans, begging to be released. Pete's hand reached my hardness, and he moaned with appreciation as he took that as a positive sign. His fingers deftly opened the button and gently slid down the zipper. His warm hand slipped inside. I groaned as he gripped my hardness. Our kissing became more passionate as he rubbed me through the fabric. He broke off and moved to a kneeling position in front of me and slowly pulled my jeans and pants off as I lifted my weight off my bum. Jeans removed he leant in and licked my shaft, kissing the helmet and teasing my slit with his tongue. I wanted to grap his head and push it down to take me fully into his mouth but I held back as much as I could as he teased my end. Eventually his lips slid over my glans and down my shaft. It was so warm and wet. I wanted to thrust as he sucked but wanted this to last as long as possible. I could feel the pressure building up as he gave me the best blow job I'd ever had, teasing me in just the right places. His hand cupped my balls as he sucked, and he reached under and slipped just the tip of his finger into my ass. I erupted straight away, filling his mouth with my hot jizz. He looked up at me, swallowing every drop, and cleaning away any evidence of cum. He stood up and kissed me. I could taste myself on his lips. Relishing my own salty cum, I murmurred "Your turn." |
