We walk out of the alley and back into the lit area, my head swimming with the last few moments events. Did I just kiss a guy? Did I kiss a dad from school? I snap out of it and Carl is watching me, he knows I’m processing. I take a breath “how did you know?”. “I didnt, well not until the toilet at the bar, you were fairly obviously gawping at my cock”. I could feel myself blushing as he said it.
“And you, your…what…gay?” I ask, suddenly realising he hasn’t mentioned a wife or girlfriend on the scene. “Bi - separated, for now” Carl says. “Separated because you’re Bi?”. “Separated because she’s a blood sucking vampire” he laughed, then seriously he said to me “I’m not out, I’ve no intentions of coming out, so don’t worry, our secret stays with us”
I shift uneasy at the predicament I now find myself in. Carl moves closer and takes my hand, I flinch initially, but allow him to take it. “Why dont you come to mine?” He asks. “Text your Mrs saying you’re crashing at mine having had too much to drink, we can chat”
Like mind control I’m looking at Carl as I take my phone and start to message Sarah. - HAVING GOOD NIGHT, STOPPING AT CARLS AS HAD TOO MUCH TO DRINK, C U T’MORROW X - Send
What the fuck am I doing?!? Carl has ordered an uber whilst I was messaging, it arrives and he tells me to get in. We get to his house and start to walk up the garden path, I freeze in fear, the house, the kids. “The ex has the kids mate, the house is empty” it’s like he can read my mind.
I follow him though the door and he closes it behind. “Wine?” He asks. The last 30 mins have sobered me up and I feel like I need something to take the edge off, so I nod. He goes to the kitchen. The house is gorgeous, nicely decorated and has a definite male influence on the place. I follow Carl into the kitchen. He hands me a glass of wine and as he does he asks “you’re a virgin aren’t you, in the gay sense I mean?” I blush again and say “yes”. Carl puts the wine down on the side and takes mine from my hands. He puts his hands on my face, his fingers wrapped around the back of my head. He kisses me, and I kiss him back, soft and gentle at first but then a hunger takes over me and I push my mouth against his, my tongue searches for his, it finds it. We are now locked together out hands no longer holding each other but pulling at clothes, undoing buttons, Carl is manoeuvring me over to the snug where a sofa sits. I fall back onto it and he places himself between my legs, he strokes my thighs and unzips my jeans and starts to pull them down. My cock is rock hard in my boxers which are now free of the jeans. He looks at me and smiles, “any time you want to, we can stop” I look at him, I know I should stop but I can’t. I slip my thumbs in the waist of my boxers and start to slide them down my hips. Carl stops me, he raises my leg and removes my sock, he starts to kiss my foot, then licks the sole, stroking my leg as he does so. He takes a toe in his mouth, then another. I’ve never been into feet, but this is driving me wild, my body quivers and my head goes back in pleasure on the sofa, I start to moan softly. His hands make his way up my thighs as he continues to suck and lick my feet. He starts to slide down my boxers. My cock has never been harder. So hard it almost hurts. He moves his head between my legs and then I feel it, his mouth, warm and inviting, surrounding my bellend, it’s soft but firm, fuck why does this feel different to Sarah, she does this, but it never feels like this. Carl starts to work my cock, his hands, mouth, tongue all working together. In last minutes before I feel myself coming. I try to warn Carl but he ignores my moans of “I’m gonna cum”, if anything this spurs him on. I feel the cum leave cock, down the back of Carls throat. I grab a cushion and scream into it so as not to cause too much attention.
I remove the cushion and Carl is kneeling between my feet, smiling, he wipes his mouth and then moves to me and kisses me, I can taste myself on him.
“Now we’ve got that out of the way, let’s take this to the bedroom shall we?” And with that he grabs the bottle of wine and glasses and start to walk out of the kitchen towards the stairs. Like a magnet I’m drawn to him and walk half dazed behind him following him to the bedroom |
