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A Walk on the Pink Side
by kewtieboy (kewtieboy@hotmail.com)

***

I find myself being seduced by a young and effeminate 
lad who works with my wife. Eventually, I enjoy it. (MM, 
relic, 1st-gay-expr, mast, oral, anal)

***

Fate can play strange games and that's a fact. I met 
Paula in my first year at university, both of us 
studying law. We fell quickly in love and became an 
item. What screwed things up was that we weren't always 
as careful as we should have been and she became 
pregnant and had to drop out to have the baby. 

Wanting to stand by her, we married and thanks to her 
wealthy parents, obtained a small flat and they helped 
me to continue through to graduation while Paula stayed 
home to look after baby Ruby. I managed quite a good job 
with a city solicitors mainly specialising in property 
and some dealings with marital split-ups too!

Paula studied at home and eventually obtained a part-
time job as a legal secretary with another business in 
town so that she could still care for Ruby while earning 
some money. We didn't try for another child, feeling we 
had missed our own youth with the early arrival of our 
first born and with her reaching an age where she was 
more independent it was becoming easier to get away for 
the odd break while Ruby was with one set of parents or 
the other.

I had been highly sexed in my teens but this had been 
drained out of me by parenthood and my only excitement 
was the odd night at home if Ruby was on a sleepover. 
Even then there was an element of habit. Paula was an 
attractive woman, slim built and a slightly "tom-boy" 
look with her short cropped hair and pert little bum. 
That was what has always appealed to me about her. I had 
managed to hold on to some of my youthful looks and was 
wearing quite well though my dark hair was starting to 
show some grey, even at 34. Still my body was in good 
shape.

Lately I had started to look at other women and even 
been looking around on the internet at porn. I loved 
looking at some of these slim Eastern European women 
being fucked by handsome young guys, often more than 
one. I was attracted to watching a cock sliding into 
slick wet cunts close up. 

I had looked at some of the "swinging" sites but there 
was no way Paula was going to play and I was a little 
nervous about meeting other women for three reasons. 
First was the obvious one, guilt! The second was the 
chance of falling for someone and ruining a perfectly 
good life and thirdly the possibility of being found 
out!

Paula talked a lot about the girls in the office and 
they seemed to to have all bonded as friends, even 
having the odd night out together. I liked seeing Paula 
enjoying herself and I was happy to stay in with Ruby 
even though she seemed to go out more alone these days 
than we did together.

"One of the partners is getting married and also 
leaving," said Paula one night, "and they have decided 
to have a party at the office with husbands and wives 
invited. It'll give you a chance to meet my workmates 
anyway if you can remember their names!"

"Of course I can, Louise, Tammi, Chris and Sue" How's 
that!"

Paula gave a fake applause and advised I should look 
"smart casual," for the event.

On the evening, we arrived at around 7.00pm and the 
office had been decorated with balloons and banners for 
the departing female partner and her husband. There were 
about 30 people there in total when we walked in and 
with all the shrieking and air kissing for each new 
person it was all a bit confusing as, apart from Paula I 
only knew one other person and that was one of the 
firm's partners. We shook hands and had a brief chat 
before I realised Paula had gone and was excitedly 
chatting to a group across the room whom I assumed were 
her workmates.

I was about to walk over when one of the group looked 
across at me. I was confused as the person was obviously 
a young man but all of his aura said "woman" to me. His 
body stance, his facial structure and his mannerisms 
were female. Now at this stage you will be thinking he 
was camp but he wasn't, that was the odd thing. 

I stayed to observe him and started to rule out the 
other possibility, was he a transsexual? That certainly 
wasn't the case either. I had never seen anyone like him 
before. He was stunningly beautiful with fair skin, 
short blonde hair, soft lips with small features 
facially even though he was probably about 5 feet 11 
inches tall and slim. His clothes weren't feminine 
either. He wore a casual tailored jacket and dark 
trousers which hung well on his tall frame.

He looked across again and smiled. His teeth were 
perfect and not too dazzlingly white. He brushed his 
hair back slightly from his forehead with his hand and 
again a smile spread across his face. I found my cock 
growing.

Paula turned from the group and loudly said, "There he 
is. Over here Simon!"

I realised I had been staring at this guy and now I had 
to join his company. My feet were like lead as I walked 
over to join this group of six. As Paula worked her way 
around the group I was aware it included the girls she 
went out with until she got to the guy and said his name 
was Chris.

I must have looked confused until she said, "Chris is 
just one of us girls," and moved back to conversation.

"Shit, Christopher, not Christine," I thought.

This guy had been with the little group on all their 
girly nights out.

Again I found myself standing but this time much closer 
and he was even more beautiful at this distance. I could 
smell his fragrance and, again it wasn't feminine. My 
head was picking up signals and struggling to compute 
any message for my brain. My cock was hard again and my 
head was telling me to chat to the girls. Chris said 
nothing. He just stood there enigmatically listening to 
the girl's chatter, smiling here and there and casually 
looking at me from time to time.

Eventually with the coming and going, we ended up 
alongside each other.

"Do you work with Paula," I said, stating the obvious.

"Yes, I'm part of the clan."

His voice didn't have a lisp, didn't sound female and 
was quite deep considering his stature and image. It was 
actually sexy.

"She seems to have kept your details well hidden," he 
said.

"Details?" I quizzed.

"Well she just goes on and on about you by name but has 
never actually told us about you or how... attractive... 
you are!"

He blushed at this point and added," Oh sorry I've 
embarrassed you. I have a habit of saying what I'm 
thinking and you are certainly every bit a man."

"What about you?" I asked.

"Oh I still live with parents but I've just turned 18 
and I move into a little flat next week so I'm really 
looking forward to it."

"Alone?" I asked a little too quickly.

"Yes, alone. You and," he hesitated slightly, "Paula, 
must come and see it once I'm there."

"Oh, that would be nice," I said, my face flushing red 
as I said it.
I wondered what the fuck was happening to me. I'm a 
straight guy having shown no interest in the male body 
at all, well unless you include Kevin in the Boy Scouts 
and David in my first year at Secondary School, and here 
I was actually flirting like a blushing school boy with 
a lad only 4 years older than my daughter.

Thankfully Paula broke the moment taking my arm and 
dragging me to where the food was. My head was spinning 
and I assumed that perhaps drinking on an empty stomach 
had confused me. Paula chatted here and there, deftly 
picked up a plate and loaded it with nibbles and 
encouraged me to do the same, which I happily did,

Soon we were talking to a guy who worked in their 
conveyancing department so Paula chatted to his wife 
while I had a lot in common with him. We talked on and 
on about the property market and it's slow recovery but 
I was aware I was still being watched. I glanced up to 
Chris's smile again. This was starting to unnerve me. I 
turned until I was out of eye-line and felt a little 
better.

The evening progressed and the plentiful supply of wine 
and beer helped the party keep going. Sometime around 
9.30pm I lost Paula again to her group so, with the wine 
making me more sociable I found a new group to crash. As 
I chatted within this group I felt a tap in my shoulder 
and there stood Chris.

"Hi again, I was getting a bit bored over there and 
thought I would come and keep you company."

"Oh, fine," I said.

"How long have you been married to Paula?" he asked.

I told him.

"First love?"

"I suppose so as I hadn't really had a steady girlfriend 
prior to her."

"Surely you weren't a virgin?" he asked.

"No, of course not," I said quickly.

"Neither am I," he said.

"You seem a very loyal husband," he continued. 

I had the feeling this question was a little rhetorical.

"I have been," I said honestly.

"Is that not stressful after all these years of 
marriage," he queried.

"Not up until now," I said.

"So now it is then?"

"No, no, it was just a turn of phrase," I quickly added. 
"I couldn't really go with another woman as it wouldn't 
be fair."

"Well that leaves another option I suppose," said Chris 
as someone else approached up and joined the 
conversation which quickly returned to normal party 
talk.

When I drifted away from him and managed a quiet corner 
on my own, I watched him. He had definitely been 
suggesting we meet for... I assume sex. How would I have 
sex with a young lad? What do people do? Would he want 
me to fuck him or maybe he might want to fuck me? I 
hadn't ever thought about that... well maybe the one 
time with Kevin, but apart from that. 

Do boys kiss on a date? Maybe he would want to suck my 
cock. Paula never liked sucking cock much, not like... 
well I suppose not like Kevin. I had forgotten all those 
feelings all those years ago. It was fun at the time but 
lads did that with mates. It was only because we were 
horny and girls wouldn't give out leaving us randy all 
the time. We just did it to get off and nothing else. It 
wasn't poofy, apart from the couple of times Kevin 
wanted to fuck me... well actually he did fuck me. 
Anyway that was all in the past.

I wandered back to find Paula and bumped straight back 
into Chris.

"I'm leaving now," he said. "Hopefully I'll see you 
again sometime. He handed me a piece of paper with a 
mobile number and e-mail address, smiled and left.

My cock was hard again. What the fuck was going on?

I slipped the paper in the back of my wallet meaning to 
dispose of it later and we left shortly afterwards, 
weaving our way to a taxi. Paula was full of how much 
fun the night had been.

"I saw Chris talking to you," she said.

"Chris?" I said faking the confusion. "Oh yes the guy 
you work with."

"He's gay, of course," she continued.

"I kind of figured that," I laughed a little too 
falsely.

"He had a boyfriend when he was 17 but there were 
problems as the guy was older than him and married so 
that was wrong on both counts. His parents forced him to 
give the guy up or they would tell his wife or worse 
still, go to the police as he was still technically 
underage. I thing he still misses him."

After that worrying news I figured Chris was best 
avoided and didn't call him.

It was almost a month later when I arrived home from 
work to be told, "We've both been invited to Chris's 
flat-warming on Saturday. Isn't that sweet? You're the 
only partner invited."

"I'm not sure I'll fit in," I said, excusing myself.

"Don't be silly, gay people don't bite you know. He's 
lovely and so are his friends, at least the ones I've 
met," said Paula.

I was trapped with no way out. I decided that the casual 
dress code would be followed to the letter to make me 
look as married as possible. I dug out some jeans, check 
shirt, leather jacket and brown shoes.

"Is this casual enough?" I asked Paula.

"You can say that again," she replied and off we went.

The flat was a small one bedroom, one study, lounge, 
kitchen and bathroom in a new complex where he was 
obviously renting privately. It was nice enough and 
Chris's added décor made the plain white walls look 
almost inviting. He ran to meet us and kissed Paula on 
both cheeks, doing the same to me. I blushed.

His friends, all four of them, were around the same age 
or slightly older with varying levels of campness. None 
of them appealed as they squealed and laughed at every 
joke and their arms flailed around as they tried to 
accentuate this point or that. Chris didn't!

He crept up on me again as I stood picking up some food 
at the table.

"I didn't think you would come after last time?" he 
said.

"Why wouldn't I?" I replied.

"You didn't call me."

"Two reasons for that," I said. "One, I'm straight and 
two I'm married."

"You look at me in a peculiar way and it makes me 
tingle," he continued.

"I don't mean to," I said trying to regain the upper 
hand.

"I know you're head doesn't mean to but your heart does 
and I have the tiniest feeling, so does your cock."

The back of his hand brushed lightly against the front 
of my jeans and my erection jumped.

"...if you get what I mean."

I mumbled about needing the toilet and fled to the 
privacy of it. I struggled to pull my hard cock out to 
pee. I couldn't!

My thoughts were racing, "Did I look gay? Do other 
people think I look gay? I wonder what his cock looks 
like?" 

I had to cancel that last thought, I had no idea where 
it came from.

I returned to the room with the full intention of 
telling Paula we were leaving and bumped straight back 
into him in the hallway.

"I'm going to say a few things then I promise to stop 
bothering you," he said.

I nodded.

"I think you like me. I think you love your wife and, to 
be honest I love her too in a way, so I have no 
intention of trying to steal you away from her but you 
have a hunger. I can see it and I think you and I could 
have some fun. That's all I want – fun. I think you need 
someone to give you sex like you've never had before and 
I would love to be that person."

"You're 18 for Christ's sake not some old sage!" I 
retorted.

"You'll never know how good it can be until you try!"

He walked away.

My head was reeling. I had been propositioned for the 
first time since I had been a teenager and worse still 
it was from a teenager. I stumbled back into the room 
seeking the sanctuary of Paula. She put it down to my 
nervousness around gay guys, which to an extent was 
true. Chris kept his distance for the rest of the 
evening only glancing and smiling now and then. We left 
about midnight and took a taxi home.

"I suppose that's our first gay party," said Paula 
sniggering.
I laughed but it probably was, and I had managed to pick 
someone up at it!

I didn't contact Chris but I received a text from him. I 
assumed he had managed to somehow get my number out of 
Paula or perhaps even Paula's phone.

"Have you thought any more about my proposition?"

It was simply signed "C."

I texted back, "I need to talk to you."

I fully intended to warn him off as I didn't hide my 
mobile from Paula so suspicious messages would easily be 
read. He told me he had a few days off and could we meet 
for coffee on the main road near his flat. That suited 
me as I didn't want to be near my or Paula's office. I 
feigned a meeting with a business client and met him.

Chris shook my hand firmly. I noticed people looking at 
him. He had an aura about him that drew attention. We 
sat down and I started to speak.

"Chris I can't have secret texts coming into my phone."

"Oh sorry, can I e-mail then?"

"Chris how many times do I have to tell you I'm 
straight?"

"A straight guy who keeps looking at me and who had an 
erection the last time we spoke."

I blushed. 

"I find you so attractive and would love to make love to 
you. I'm not looking for a partner, just sex."

"It's just not something I have ever considered doing," 
I said.

He looked at me oddly and raised an eyebrow.

"Or ever done... perhaps?"

I blushed again. This kid was old beyond his years.

"I thought so," he said.

We were attracting attention. This soberly dressed 
lawyer in a dark suit with pink shirt and dark tie 
alongside a tall, slender, blonde haired, slightly 
mature Peter Pan. He was unaware of the looks as he 
casually and sensually brushed his hair back from his 
eyes and looked at me.

"We need to go," I said.

He snapped out of his stare and looked around at the 
other people in the coffee shop before standing and 
agreeing with me.

"Do you have to go back to work or have you signed 
yourself out for the afternoon?"

I walked obediently beside him as I walked back to his 
flat. I wasn't sure why I wanted to go or even what I 
would do when I got there. We didn't speak much other 
than to make some small talk.

We entered his flat and as we walked up the small hall, 
Chris stopped and turned to face me. He looked at me 
briefly and then took my face in his hands and kissed me 
fully on the lips. I slightly resisted before my mouth 
slowly opened and took his tongue into it. 

Chris took that as an invitation and the pace picked up 
almost immediately. His hands were all over me, around 
my buttocks, over my shoulders and eventually gripping 
the front of my suit trousers. He found the evidence of 
my arousal immediately. I was stiff.

I had done little. For someone who was used to taking 
the lead in sex, I wasn't sure what was required of me. 
It was odd that this slightly effeminate, tall teen, was 
towering over a heterosexual male and taking control. It 
was exciting, not being in charge for once and as he 
urgently fumbled to strip me, my breathing increased and 
suddenly my hands found what they wanted to do. I 
started to unbutton his shirt.

When we were stripped to underwear, my plain white 
Calvin Kleins looked quite plain against a multi 
coloured pair of "Aussiebum" tight boxer briefs, his 
erection proudly sticking out and looking a lot more 
intimidating than mine. He led me to the bedroom and 
asked if I wanted to "freshen up." I asked if I could 
shower and he agreed he would come with me and help.

He stripped my pants off and my six inch cock sprung 
upwards, taking the slight curve up it always did when I 
was very excited. When I unveiled his, a thick, white 
cock came into view with a length that had to be at 
least eight inches.

"Fucking Hell Chris. How the heck did a guy like you get 
a cock like that," I said.

"Glad you like it Simon and it might surprise you to 
know I can use it too!"

I wasn't sure what "use it" meant but had a feeling I 
was going to find out. We stood in the bath tub with the 
shower spraying down on us. Chris soaped me fully and 
covered both of our bodies in the foam. He took a lot of 
time pulling back foreskin and then rinsing. He then 
turned me around to do my back and soaped me again, his 
fingers entering my rectum as he did so. He took his 
time as I leaned forward and soon had two fingers in my 
bottom. I wasn't used to being this passive but was 
excited at the role reversal. He worked away behind me 
for some time and then rinsed.

Switching off the shower he dropped to his knees and 
took my cock in his mouth. I had forgotten how good a 
blow job could be and had to steady myself with my hands 
on his shoulders. Chris held my cock tightly with his 
left hand while his other cupped my balls, squeezing 
them just enough to keep the blood pulsing in my cock. I 
had to stop him!

We stepped out of the shower and dried before Chris led 
me like an innocent schoolboy through to the bedroom. I 
found the whole thing confusing. I had been turned on by 
Chris because we was quite effeminate and here he was 
taking the dominant role while I had instantly accepted 
the passive one without any argument. Having someone 
lead me along was an unusual but exciting prospect and I 
was excited to know where he was taking me.

Once I was on the bed Chris started to kiss me 
passionately. My lips, cheeks, forehead then down to my 
nipples following further back down to my cock. I lay 
and accepted it. His finger found my hole again and he 
teased me as he sucked. I opened my legs submissively to 
allow access. Chris then climbed up my body and 
straddling my shoulders, putting his cock in my mouth. 

I pulled it down with one hand and sucked as much as I 
could manage in the position. Realising that was only 
the first few inches, Chris rolled off and lay back on 
the bed. I took the top position for the first time and 
steadied his hard cock while swallowing as much as I 
could until I gagged. There was an urgency to our sex 
and I had the feeling Chris had been wanting this for 
some time.

He quickly slipped from under me and threw me on my back 
again, lifting my legs in the air in a "V" position. His 
mouth dived between my legs and I felt the moist warmth 
of his tongue on my hole. It pushed and slid in about an 
inch or so. The sensation was electric. All the while 
his hand left hand caressed my stiff cock and his right 
hand held my legs by both feet.

He stopped abruptly and said, "I need more!"
He rolled across the bed and his hands went into the 
bedside table where he brought out a small black dildo, 
some lubrication and a packet of condoms. I was too far 
gone to refuse.

The dildo was about the size of my cock and he lubed it 
and started to push it into my hole. It took a few 
minutes until I could feel the head of it invade my 
rectum.

"Don't put any more in just now," I begged.

"You're too late," he replied," it IS all in."

I couldn't believe I had been so excited that there was 
a six inch rubber dildo in me and I hadn't even realised 
it was up to the hilt. He gently teased it in and out. I 
won't say it was easy. I had to really try to relax and 
not reject it as my arse was telling me to do. I figure 
it took around fifteen minutes before I wasn't really 
feeling the tightness caused my the dildo.

"Now phase two!" he said.

I had a feeling what that meant but I so wanted Chris to 
fuck me. He stretched the rubber on and lubed it, 
pulling me up to a doggy position. A little more lube 
was added and then the whole process started again. This 
time there were a few false starts as Chris was thicker 
as well as longer than the dildo.

Easily twenty minutes on, he was fucking me. His hands 
on my hips and the burning of another man's sex organ 
inside my body had me feeling like I was being 
electrocuted. I tingled from head to foot and my own 
cock hadn't flagged one bit. He fucked me quite hard for 
about five minutes but it was starting to ache and I had 
to ask him to rest.

"No probs," he said, pulling out, ripping off the 
condom, taking another from the pack and stretching it 
on my cock. "Now let's see what Paula's been going on 
about for so long."

He quickly lubed his arse and, as I lay on my back he 
straddled me, lowering himself easily on to the full 
length of my cock. If you haven't tried it, a guy's arse 
is way tighter than a cunt and the grip as your cock 
slides in is amazing,

"Fuck that's good," I said.

"Sit still and let me do the work," he said.

He sat on my cock and raised and lowered his body, his 
arse impaled on me. All the while I stroked his cock as 
he faced me.

"Chris, I'm sorry but I can't hold on unless you stop," 
I said.

He speeded up and my guttural sounds must have told him 
of my impending orgasm. I tried to keep a rhythm going 
with his cock even as my cock started to pump cum into 
him and was rewarded with a well coordinated spray of 
cum over my head, face, lips and chest. This guy came 
like a fountain. 

Sweat poured off us as Chris rolled off me. My cock 
dwindling with the full condom attached to the end. I 
was surprised at my own volume which spoke a lot for the 
excitement the session had produced in me. I licked my 
lips and the salt of his cum slipped into my mouth. I 
felt it made us closer somehow!

Another quick shower and we dressed and had a coffee as 
Chris said, "Now what?"

"What do you mean by that?" I asked.

"What happens to us?"

"Well," I said, choosing my words carefully. "At this 
moment there is no "us," only a married guy having sex 
with a gay guy on the side. I love Paula and though the 
sex we just had was spectacularly good, there's a lot 
more to my current life than just sex. I hope you 
understand that?"

Chris smiled and said, "I wasn't really expecting 
anything more but to find that there might be another 
session is enough to keep me happy. I kinda like being 
the bit on the side anyway and can carry off the role 
with perfection!"

I had seen to many soap operas to know that "bits on the 
side" rarely worked out but at the moment my cock and 
arse suggested I wanted more of Chris so I had to smile 
back and say, When are you next free?"

END

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