Seduction of Tim Ch. 02

My erotic narrative to Lynda took all of 40 minutes to compose.

She received it while on the plane, and reported shortly thereafter that she would be leaving a rather conspicuous wet spot on her seat upon disembarking in London.

She also reported that neither she nor her traveling companion and business partner, Jen, were wearing any panties, much to the amusement of the good looking young men they'd had a drink with at the airport in Toronto before they left.

And one more thing - she had her own story to tell. One that just might leave me with a big wet spot somewhere else!

It was quite a story; my straight-as-a-laser wife and her business partner Jen - a lovely lady whom I'd have walked over hot coals to have a threesome with - had done a little 'playing around' of their own. And they had, for the first time, seriously discussed the idea of engaging in just such a menage-a-trois with - you guessed it - me!

So it was a pretty hot welcome home for Lynda, as we exchanged stories of our exploits; and dinner was, as you might imagine, quite late that day.

But the day after, and the day after that, all I could think about was Tim.

He filled my thoughts to the point of distraction, and it was definitely affecting my productivity at work. I found myself daydreaming, with a hard-on most of the time, thinking about the feel of him against me. The smell and taste of him - of his semen flowing out of that beautiful uncircumcised cock, pink and hairy and hard and throbbing, and filling my mouth to overflowing.

It was not that the 'want' for another man displaced entirely my want for a woman. It just sort of moved in beside it and overwhelmed everything else.

Oh, I thought about Lynda, of course; and I thought about Jen too. How could I not think about them, and all of the possible scenarios presented by what little tidbits of information I gleaned from the previous weekend's revelations.

In my youth, I had always dreamed of 'doing' two women; but I never actually accomplished the feat. Never had the opportunity. Only once - had I come close. 'No cigar' though, as Bill would say.

Now, here I was, in my fifties, and that dream, long given up as hopeless, was about to be fulfilled. And what was I thinking about?

Cock.

Tim's cock.

Wednesday - 'hump-day' - came, which is typically a slow day at work for me. After my ten o'clock meeting I closed my office door, picked up the phone and called him. He answered it on the first ring.

"Chris?"

He must have call display, I thought.

"Yes, it's me, Tim, I really fucking miss you, man!"

"Yea, me too. You got much on your plate today?"

"No, I'm pretty much done for the day. How about you?"

"My one o'clock got cancelled and I'm not getting anything done around here anyway. So I'm basically out'a here now. Wanna do lunch?"

"Yea, I can be out of here in ten minutes. Where do you suggest?"

"How about Grenville's?"

"I'll be there just after eleven. See you then, man!"

If I were to design my ideal restaurant, it would be difficult to out-do Grenville's.

It was a higher end eatery that served primarily Mediterranean cuisine; everything was cooked fresh, and it was a maze of nooks and crannies if you wanted privacy. We would definitely want that, I thought.

When I arrived, I meandered around and eventually spotted Tim at a booth, pretty well hidden from the beaten path. I could only see two other tables occupied, but they were well away from us.

"Wow, you found a good spot. You could probably go naked back here and no one would know ..." I said in jest, sliding in and around the half-moon shaped table beside my lunch companion.

"There's method to my madness." Tim replied.

The waiter came by and took our orders, explaining that we were "kind of early, so there would be a bit of a wait," to which we replied "no problem!"; then he left us to our own devices.

Tim then did something totally unexpected. Totally bold. And totally fucking off-the-wall. He leaned over close to me and put his hand on my thigh; then, he put his head up against me, and, licking seductively up the side of my neck, whispered something very naughty in my ear.

"I SO want to fuck your mouth."

I instinctively and briefly reeled back, just a bit, looking around nervously to see if anyone was around, or had spotted his little 'indiscretion'; then, satisfied that there was no one to be seen within view of us, took a breath. Thank God, I thought to myself.

But I wanted him too. I instantly remembered my first taste of him, and how every waking moment since was filled with thoughts of him taking me, filling me with his seed until it overflowed my mouth and all of my other orifices.

I wanted his cock in my mouth in the worst way; to run my tongue all over him, to suck him down into the depths of my throat, and feel his hard cock pulsing inside me.

I looked him in the eyes and reached over, running my hand up his left leg.

Well, not only was he aroused; he was not wearing any shorts! He had obviously pulled them down to his feet before I had arrived, and only he and I were the wiser.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" I asked, half smiling, and at the same time, admittedly exhilarated at the thought of him sitting there, bare-assed beside me on the bench seat of a public restaurant.

Tim winked, sliding back a bit, and picked up the cocktail menu.

"You know, you could get a blowjob back here, and no one would be the wiser."

"HMMMmmmm...." I thought out loud.

I looked around - my eyes had now fully adjusted to the low light. He was right.

One thing Grenville's did offer that no other restaurant did was individual privacy at pretty much every one of their tables - which came in handy for the business lunch crowd. The tablecloths were long and reached to the floor, it was very dark, and in our particular wing the place was deserted. Even if someone came in and sat across the aisle from us, they would see nothing - the aisle was curved and the tables were offset such that you could get away with just about anything.

Geez, gonna have to bring Lynda here and grab this spot for dinner some evening, I thought - somewhat mischievously - to myself.

Tim slithered back toward me again, just close enough to run his hand up my inner thigh. I reciprocated, and started licking my lips suggestively, as I unzipped my shorts to make room for my growing concern.

I wanted his cock so bad. The warmth of his very hairy inner thighs capped by the coolness of his balls taunted me. I couldn't stop thinking about him since the weekend and our first fuck-fest, and every time I closed my eyes, all I could see was that beautiful, hairy, uncut cock of his.

I found that little wet spot at the end of his rigid dick, and squeezed the precious bit of man-goo onto my fingers, then withdrew my hand, and licked it off suggestively, making smacking sounds for added effect.

"You have no idea how much I want to fuck your face right now." Tim said, pulling my hand back to his crotch. The look of want in his eyes rendered me all but helpless to his desires. I would do anything for this man, I thought. And he knew it.

Without a word, I looked around, then - seeing that the coast was clear - did something totally out of character, if not completely fucking insane under the circumstances.

I slipped under the table, got onto my knees, and dove onto his crotch, engulfing the length of him into my mouth.

He grabbed my head by the hair and started fucking my throat with authority - right there in the restaurant!

I ran my hands up his chest, under his shirt, and played with his nipples, squeezing them just as I knew he liked, until I realized that might be too conspicuous to a passerby and pulled them back down under the table.

What the fuck am I doing down here, I thought to myself ... what if someone sees us ... confronts us? What if I get caught blowing a man in an upscale public restaurant? What if someone I know actually comes in and catches me doing this? What the fuck am I thinking?

I glanced peripherally to my left; it was pitch black under there. I was sure no one could see me, even if they were walking by or standing beside the table. So - throwing caution totally out the window - I just kept going.

Tim tasted SO good ... I tongued him all over, relishing the taste of him, after he had sat in that office all morning. The mix of his musk and sweat and pre-cum and desire was overwhelming in the smothering blackness of my newfound environs; and I wondered how many others had been on their knees right here, on this very spot, sucking on their man, just like I was, here and now.

Well, I wasn't wasting a lot of time on foreplay. I wanted to bring him off, and FAST.

I grabbed his balls with my left hand and his cock with my right, jacking on the shaft and sucking at the same time. Then, suddenly, his hands flew up, tapping me on the way - a warning?

I froze ...

It was the waiter.

"Everything OK back here?"

"Yup!" gulped Tim, above me, looking like God knows what, I thought.

Then, his hands were back on my head again, pushing himself back into me and guiding the rhythm of his thrusts.

I actually took him all the way down, into my throat. I had become quite an accomplished cocksucker, I thought to myself. He wasn't that big, mind you; not as big as I was. But I had mastered the art of swallowing, at just the right moment, when the head hits the back of your throat.

I'd done rather well indeed! Just like getting anything else down your throat, I thought. We do have to do that to survive . . . swallow, that is; otherwise, we wouldn't live long, would we.

I took him, and with authority. Balls deep. Spit flying out with each thrust, and milking him with my throat muscles, all the while trying not to attract attention by making as little noise as possible - under the circumstances.

THAT, was the most difficult thing. Trying to do it quietly so that others that might be nearby wouldn't hear the sloshing noises in my throat.

"Suck me off; let me cum in your mouth!" He whispered, lifting the edge of the thick tablecloth, allowing me just a bit of fresh air to breath into my gasping lungs; before putting it back down to muffle the sound of his cock plunging my throat.

After a couple of very long minutes, I sensed he was close, and slipped my finger inside him, pressing on his P-spot, pushing him over. I didn't want to waste the taste, so I pulled back, so I wouldn't lose all of his cum 'down the drain', as it were.

I heard him moan as he flooded my mouth, but I took it all, sucking on that beautiful and very sensitive uncircumcised head of his cock, not losing so much as a drop.

Fuck, he tasted good. I only wished there was more of him. I deep throated him again before sucking him dry as his spasms subsided, and ended my very brave under-cover mission. As good as the food was here, there wasn't any appetizer on the menu that could come close to this one.

"Clear?" I asked my now drooping lunch date.

"Yes, clear," a shaky voice replied from above.

I then realized that my one leg had gone to sleep, and I struggled to get myself back up and onto the bench seat. Once you hit fifty, your body doesn't bend quite as easily as it used to. I was relieved to see that in the six or seven minutes that I was engaged, no one had been seated anywhere near us.

Tim looked at me and laughed, gesturing me to do something with my hair.

"You'd better find a mirror, man. You LOOK like someone just fucked your face!"

I straightened out my hair and cleaned my face using the cloth napkin at the table, then excused myself to the men's room.

As I got up, I reminded a slumping Tim, "Don't forget to pull those shorts back on - and YOU look like someone who just got a blow job. Might want to splash something cold in your face - and maybe wipe that cheshire-cat smile off it too!" I suggested, jokingly.

"... Oh ... looking that obvious, huh?"

I headed for the men's room just around the corner from our table and cleaned up, relieved that no one else was in there; and shortly after I returned our sandwiches were delivered.

We both shared a laugh at what I'd managed to pull off, no pun intended.

"That takes real balls, to do something like that, man. But I was so fucking hard all morning thinking about you, I couldn't get a damn thing done at work ..." Tim's voice and eyes trailed off as though he was in some kind of trance.

I smiled at him, still savoring the taste of his manly seed coating the inside of my mouth. My cum appetizer had temporarily tamed my hunger pangs; that sandwich is gonna have to go a long way to beat his cock, I thought to myself.

"Do we have a little clarity, now that I've emptied those nuts for you?" I asked, stroking his leg beneath the cover of the table.

Tim placed his hand on mine and answered in the affirmative. We then dove into our lunch.

"So, was Lynda OK with everything you and I did last weekend?" Tim asked me, once we'd wolfed down a few bites.

"Oh yes, in fact, Lynda told me to tell you that it made her very aroused. She wants us to get together - the three of us - some time, just casually, no pressure."

"Wow. You've got quite a lady there."

"Yes, I do. And as I was telling her about our little fuck-fest, you know what turned her on the most?"

Tim looked on inquisitively, eyebrows upturned.

"When I told her of how you took control and fucked me ... of how you took my virginity that way."

Tim listened on, intently.

"As I told her of you dominating me, we both became quite aroused ... so at the same time as I was describing every dirty little detail of you licking my ass, sticking your fingers inside me, and then fucking me ... "

Tim's eyes widened even more.

"Well, I acted it out on her. I did just as you did to me, and it all ended up with me fucking her up the ass right there in the living room. It was so fucking hot."

"Oh, man, that IS hot. Wish I could've seen that from the closet!"

"Well, strange you should say that ... because that is what she wants to do. Watch us. Not from the closet mind you, but right up close and personal, like."

"Really?"

"Yup. Funny thing about some women, but when you think about it, what do a lot of guys like looking at? Two chicks getting it on. So, kind of figures, doesn't it?"

"Well, I guess I do have a bit of voyeur in me ..." Tim thought out loud.

"But the thing that gets me is the dominating ... I never thought you had that in you, Tim. You seem so ... I don't know, so ... well, you just seem like such a nice guy! You just don't fit the part, at least out here, in public. But boy, get you in the bedroom, and holy fuck, it's like Clark Kent slipping into a phone booth and out pops Superstud!"

"Well, I wouldn't go THAT far ..." chortled Tim, blushing now, then continuing: "I just got very emotional with you. I have strong feelings for you, Chris. And that is how they manifested. I wanted you, not just a little, but a LOT. So, once I realized you felt that way too, I felt safe to let myself go ... then, I TOOK what I wanted."

"I think I know what you mean, Tim. That is the side of me that comes out when I am with Lynda. When we really, I mean REALLY let ourselves go, let the animal in ourselves come out, things can get pretty hot and heavy. Not in a bad way, just very intense.

"But surrendering to you - exploring the other half of the equation, the role that has up until now been reserved for Lynda in our relationship - that is something I have not experienced before. Something entirely new to me. Something that my very feminine Lynda could never really offer to give me an opportunity to explore.

"Oh sure, she has used a fake dick on me, but it's nowhere near the same. There's no testosterone behind it; she just cannot play, at least convincingly, the aggressive male role in our relationship. She cannot help to be anything but who she really is - to me - the most beautiful, submissive, feminine creature in the world.

"We had always wondered what it might be like to switch consciences - swap bodies - and feel what the other feels as we make love. Well, now I know what she feels, thanks to you. And I have to admit ... I find the act of submission to an 'alpha male' - and in particular, to you - to be extremely erotic. It has filled my thoughts incessantly since the weekend."

"Yea, mine too ..." Tim answered back. "It is really amazing how well we connected. For someone with no previous experience with a man, you really rocked my world, Chris."

I slid a bit closer to him and put my hand, ever so inconspicuously, on his leg again. Our eyes were locked in a metaphysical embrace, and at that moment I really didn't care if anyone else in the restaurant could see us or not. It was a truly romantic moment between two individuals, no matter the gender; no matter the age; no matter the implications on our other lives. It simply was.

"So, Tim, how far down your 'rabbit hole' have I gone, so far?"

"Oh, you've got a long way to go yet."

Tim paused a moment before continuing.

"How long have you known Lynda?"

"Ten years."

"Have you told her EVERYTHING about you?"

I had to think a minute before answering.

"Well, I suppose there are a few things in a dark corner of my mind that I still have hidden - just as I am sure Lynda still has her secrets too . . ."

"Exactly my point. Some things we may never reveal to anyone. But I wonder if we might be more forthcoming, as men, and as lovers, to reveal them to each other. So, yes, it gets pretty deep in my rabbit hole, and there are many things I have left that I want to show you. It just depends ... how deep do you want to go?"

A chill went up my spine; I knew there was so much more to this very gentle, compassionate man before I had dared pry open this pandora's box. Now that it was open a crack, my first peek inside revealed a far more imaginative lover than I could have imagined from all prior knowledge and outward appearances.

And right now, I was very horny. I still had the hint of his essence in my mouth and on my face. My balls were still full, and aching for release; release into and onto him.

"Well, got time to show me a little bit more now?"

"I just live around the corner - you know the Lincoln Towers? I'm on the seventh floor. 709."

We paid the cheque and made a hasty exit from the restaurant. We parked our cars and Tim waited for me at the elevators.

When the elevator opened, a very attractive young woman stepped out, and we stepped in and hit the seven. The doors were not even closed when we locked into an embrace, necking like teenagers, just gaining our composure as the elevator leveled off at the seventh floor.

I followed Tim, glancing up and down the hallway, and smacking his ass as he was fumbling with the key. My heart was racing and my cock was so hard it hurt.

I am not sure how he even got the apartment door closed before I had him pinned against the wall with my tongue buried in his mouth. We somehow found a way to his couch, and I was on top of him, grinding into him, and tearing away at his clothes. I was so hungry for him, my mouth was watering uncontrollably; and he was drinking me up and pulling me in for more.

Unlike the previous time we'd been together, this time he was totally submissive. And I took advantage! Once I had all his clothes stripped off and strewn all over his front room, I stood up and started removing mine while he just watched, licking his lips.

"Do you want to take me to my bedroom and fuck me?" he asked.

"Yes, I would very much like that" I answered, feeling very much in control, even though this was his territory.

I followed him, freely groping him along the way down the hall to his room; I noticed that his apartment was very clean and there were plants everywhere. The south-facing view from the master bedroom was breathtaking, but I took particular note of the four-poster bed.