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Foreword:
After some of my most ardent followers repeatedly asked me to continue with this story, I simply couldn’t refuse. I not in the habit of writing sequels, but felt happily obliged to do so. In all honesty, when I completed my original story, that thought had seriously crossed my mind. In any case, I hope that this sequel doesn’t disappoint…
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Once we got back to our everyday lives, our daily routines continued as usual. I enjoyed our excursion to the spa and had been enthralled by what had happened between John and me. I did not read too much into it, because John was happily married, and I was sure that was the way it would remain. I did, nevertheless, wonder if our assignation might be the end of the encounter that we had enjoyed. Opportunistic as it had been, I was in no doubt that in the future a replay might be in the offing. John’s wink had made that clear when Julia, his wife, had mentioned her intended visit her sister.
Unsurprisingly, on the day of Julia and her daughter’s departure, John invited me to his place for a barbeque. As always, along with the salads I made, the meal was fantastic. Less surprising, John and I ended up in my bed that night and had sex. I chuckled at the concept that he simply couldn’t bring himself around to the idea of us using his bed, because to him, that would feel like he was cheating on his wife.
The following night, I made dinner for us at my home. With place two mats on my dining table, I was about to commence plating up our food when there was an unexpected knock on my front door. As I opened the door, Stuart, John’s buddy, was standing there.
“Hi guys, my wife told me that Julia was away visiting her sister. After popping around to your place and finding you weren’t in, I suspected you would be here,” Stuart uttered with a derisive tone in his voice as he looked at John.
“I was about to serve our food, and there is more than enough food. if you haven’t eaten, you’re welcome to join us?” I proffered.
“Why not? I arrived to take John out for a pizza because Julia’s away, but… This will save me some money,” Stuart chuckled about his financial windfall.
I immediately set another place at the table and invited Stuart to join us. I couldn’t help noticing John’s discomfort as I did so.
Once we were all seated and eating the meal, Stuart asked, “So, how was your visit to the spa?”
“Great,” both John and I answered simultaneously.
For the next several minutes, nothing further was said as we ate and finished our plates.
Eventually, Stuart broke the silence when he asked, “So, Ivan, did you finally fuck John while you were there?”
“Stuart,” John exasperatedly responded.
“Why are you panicking, John, Ivan’s gay, and he will most probably be turned-on by my question. By the way, did John tell you about him and me?” Stuart asked, with a vindictive look on his face.
Neither John nor I responded.
Stuart then arose from his seat. As he moved around the table to where John was sitting, he sneeringly said, “Come on, boy, shall we remind your new boyfriend what a cock-sucker you are?”
Stuart now unzipped his fly and pulled out his impressive erect cock. “Here, Johnny, remind Ivan what a cock-hound you are,” Stuart tauntingly said, as he harassed John by flapping his dick around.
I was too intrigued to come to John’s defence, as John sat there red with embarrassment. After all, Stuart had a spectacular cock. As I sat transfixed, Stuart forcefully grabbed hold of John’s head and commenced smearing his knob over John’s face.
“Ahhh, it looks like the cock-sucker is embarrassed,” Stuart patronizingly said.
With an almighty shove, John pushed Stuart away and said, “Fuckin’ sit down and behave yourself.”
As Stuart arrogantly resumed his seat, he kept chuckling contemptuously.
“You’re a real prick, Stuart,” John uttered as he wiped his face in admonishment.
“Yeah, a prick you’ve always begged for,” Stuart retorted with a snarl.
Much as I commiserated with John, I was fascinated and had a huge boner. I had always thought that Stuart was fuckin’ hot, and his performance, crude as it was, had excited me incredibly.
In an attempt to defuse the tension that one could cut with a knife, I meekly asked if everyone was having dessert.
“Sure,” Stuart boomed, before adding, “I suppose John will want a second helping when he sucks your dick later and is lying on your bed with his backside in the air, Ivan.”
“Jesus, Stuart, you are fuckin’ disgusting… Just give it a fuckin’ break,” John implored.
I then quickly moved through to the kitchen to plate up our dessert.
“Well, John, be honest. Did you or didn’t you guys fuck while you were at the spa?” Stuart barked.
“Yes, we did… But only for the first time,” John whimpered lamely.
“Did you, or didn’t you tell Ivan about us?” Stuart then demanded.
“Yes, I did,” John contritely answered.
By now, I had returned and placed the dessert plates before everyone.
After one scoop, Stuart scornfully asked, “So, now that John’s cat and her kittens are away, are you guys on your honeymoon?”
John and I didn’t answer.
In a softened tone, Stuart then asked, “So, John, would you and Ivan mind if I join in tonight?”
“That’s up to Ivan,” John answered with an uncomfortable shrug.
Much as I was delighted by his request, I apprehensively inquired, “But, won’t your wife be expecting you home soon?”
“Nah, I’m not John. My wife is not as controlling as his because she knows her place. All she will hear is that I got drunk and slept on your couch,” Stuart answered with a sarcastic certainty as he glared at John.
When I placed the final cutlery and crockery in my dishwasher and turned it on, I returned to the table and freshened our wine glasses. Stuart, as well as John, looked a lot more comfortable with each other at this point.
“Put on some music, Ivan, I feel like dancing,” Stuart now suggested.
After I did so, Stuart began to undress and motioned that John and I should follow suit. I knew John’s musical taste rather well by now and instantly hit the mark with my selection. With them being lifelong buddies, I had a strong feeling that Stuart would also be in sync with my music choice.
In the large entrance to my home, I had a big Persian carpet that we all began to rhythmically sway upon in time to the music, as our fondling and groping gradually got underway.
It didn’t take too much time before John was on his back on the carpet, and I was skull-fucking him as Stuart began to plow John’s arse. In our extended session, Stuart and I continually change positions before I finally unloaded into John’s mouth and Stuart into his arse.
Afterward, I went upstairs to retrieve three pillows and a large blanket, before we all lay side by side on the carpet.
John was the first to drift off to sleep.
“Ever since I’ve known him, John sleeps like a baby once he hits dreamland,” Stuart then said to me.
As we both looked at John, who was lying in the middle, Stuart looked over John’s body at me and asked, “Are you tired?”
“Not really,” I answered.
After getting up, Stuart then extended his arm and helped me to my feet. Stuart and I then left John comfortably covered by the blanket and made our way upstairs.
As we climbed the stairs, Stuart said, “I don’t take it in the arse.”
“Well, we’ll see about that,” I answered with a chuckle.
That night, a great deal of flip-flopping took place upstairs, and Stuart was much more adaptable than he believed. Stuart also enjoyed a good spanking, as much as did I. after we had fucked into the early hours of the morning, Stuart and I went downstairs and again John on the carpet. The following morning when we awoke, John was oblivious to what had happened. Strangely, however, Stuart and I were a lot more tired than John.
I am not sure if the Stuart episode had spooked John, because John and I had no further encounter after that, during Julia’s absence.
Once Julia and her daughters returned, our lives got back to normal, and no further action ever took place between John and me. John and I always remained friends, but in all honestly, he always had too many hang-ups, no doubt because of his overbearing wife.
Stuart, however, divorced his wife a few months later, after which we spent a great deal of time together at his new home, beyond the prying eyes of John and Julia. Regrettably, with his kids regularly visiting him after the divorce, Stuart and I decided that couldn’t move in together.
I was happy with this situation, and besides, Stuart was an unbelievable lover. Above all, his roughness in bed was most enjoyable.
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