2) Ed's story - part 1

Page created January 2014, rewritten March 2014

I fancied Ed from the first time I saw him, when he walked into the beer garden. This feeling was not expected, partly because he was so scruffy, and partly because I had come to consider him just a friend. But from the minute I laid eyes on him I felt I had to snog him. Dale's reflections of our first foray with another man follow:

"Within a few minutes we were cracking open our first of four bottles of rose, as we sat in the hot late summer London sun. We got on amazingly well. The conversation flowed, and it didn't take long for the flirting and compliments towards Sarah to flow. She loved it. Lapped it up and went all shy and girly. I don't think I have ever seen her like that. It was fun. She loved every second. And my desire to see her enjoy the attention of another man was paying off! Ed was confident with a slight cockiness, and was not afraid to tell her how gorgeous she was, paying particular attention to her cleavage. Sarah loves her breasts and especially likes it when men notice, so he was onto a winner here. I went into the bar for another bottle of wine. When I came back, Ed was grinning like a Cheshire cat who had just drunk a pint of cream. He was very keen to tell me that he and Sarah had enjoyed their first kiss while I was away. Without missing a heartbeat I asked them to show me. And that they did. Sarah turned to look into his eyes, submissively lowered her head, leaned forward, and their lips met in a deep kiss. Wow! What a sight. Seeing my beloved in the arms of another man in a passionate embrace. I loved it and wanted to see more. I lapped it up. I was on fire. There was little more that we could do in a crowded beer garden, so I suggested that Sarah and Ed might like to go for a walk."

In the alleyway behind the pub Ed confidently set to work kissing me - he was clearly used to this sort of thing! His hand moved towards my crotch, but I nudged it away. So he started to kiss my neck and nibble at my ear. Then I felt his hand stroke my throat as his mouth was on my neck. He was taking me to a new sexual height, and I cried out in excitement. Then his hands started to wander again and this time I was too turned on to stop him putting his hand inside my trousers and knickers and rubbing me. I asked him if he was hard - he told me to touch him which I did, and I enjoyed the feel of his hard cock. He told me to put my hand inside his pants, and I held his cock. It was a little smaller than Dale's, but a good girth. 

The problem with Ed, up until that moment, was that he seemed a bit young, sort of school-boyish - not a man of skilful sexual expertise. In fact I liked him because I found his boyishness appealing, and snogging in an alleyway took me back to my younger carefree days. So I was surprised by how Ed expertly took me to a sexual height without even undressing me. The mixture of too much wine, the new experience of another man, and the surprising relative sexual sophistication of the man I was kissing, put me on cloud nine.

We returned, as agreed, for the fourth bottle of rose, and Ed, without being asked, gave Dale an account of how far we got. Dale was in his element and mega horny. He held Ed's hand then kissed me, and before I knew it both men were taking it in turns to snog me at the table in an extremely public beer garden. This was horrible. What can I say. I loved fooling around with another man, but felt very uncomfortable having two men all over me at the same time. The homoerotic friendship that continued to develop between Dale and made me feel uncomfortable too.

Then Ed asked Dale's permission to take me out on a date.....

Click here for part 2 of 'Ed's story'. Click here if you haven't yet read 'The beginning' where we met Ed.

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