**part 1**
My girlfriend and I are writing this the afternoon after our experience last night. Part 3 is written just by me as it didn’t include her.
Let’s call me Eric (a name I use sometimes with casual encounters), I’m 24, 6 foot slim build but toned, mousy blonde hair, 7.½” and thick, around 6″.
My girlfriend ,we’ll call her Jane 26, 5’1 petit tight body, long dark hair, with pert B cups. We live in London and both work in the medical field, we’re both attractive, I think I look a little young for 24 though.
I’m bi, while Jane is straight, but she has a passion for my bisexuality, and actively encourages me to keep in touch with it, and it turns her on too so gets involved sometimes.
**The wedding**
Yesterday we attended the wedding of one of Jane’s friends at a posh hotel in London.
The day was as eventful as you’d expect of a wedding, I find weddings boring so am always on the lookout for people who pique my interest.
The daytime section was a bust though and so boring, and I was getting antsy. To appease me, Jane suggested we find somewhere to slip off to for a little fun.
On a wonder around the hotel earlier, I found a mens bathroom out of the way of the function room, in a back corridor that appeared to be for staff use. This was perfect, and we slipped away unnoticed, for a not so quick fuck. I got a new wind, and we returned to the function room.
The evening reception section of the wedding started, and with it brought a new influx of guests, and new service staff.
A young waiter, that we later found out was 19 and called James, caught my attention immediately.
He was around 6’2″ and slim with very pale skin and dark hair, shaved on one side and the rest combed to the other side.
I had a good feeling about James, just by the way he spoke and his mannerisms. We chatted for brief moments with him, between him running off to serve other guests, and bringing us drinks.
James was attending the same college in London as I was recently at and had just started his second year. He was struggling with rent which is why he was working a Saturday night function as it paid well.
Turns out he’d very recently had a separation from his boyfriend, due to long distance problems, James had a heavy Welsh accent, he was just here for college, but couldn’t afford to travel back to Wales often, and this had put a strain on their relationship.
He was a very pleasant polite young lad, that was a little shy but opened up after chatting for a while, but still seemed a little naive.
Later in the evening I was scanning the function room, and I realised I couldn’t spot James, I decided on the remote off chance to pop back to that staff bathroom to see if he was there.
As I walk in James is at the urinal, I say “hi James”, as I take the one next to him, and unfur my 6.½” of soft dick for a piss. It’s hard not to notice it, and I see hin out of the corner of my eye checking it out, but I don’t look at him or say anything.
We finish up and walk over to the skins to wash our hands, and start a little small talk.
I ask him what time he finishes tonight, and what his plans were afterwards.
He finished at 1am and didn’t have any plans, but he’d had his eye on one of the waitress, but she wasn’t interested.
I said “oh, so you like the ladies as well as guys then James?”, while staring deeply at him in the mirror. He very candidly said “Yeah, I’ve had a girlfriend before, but I do prefer guys.
With a wicked smile on my face I replied “oh good! Any guys here pique your interest?”
“He slightly slyly says “maybe”.
He reached over to the paper towels, and I quickly reached my hand to the paper towel too, and touched his hand as if by accident, but pause on it for a moment. He didn’t pull it away, but looked up at me in the mirror with a shy smile.
We each take a paper towel and dry our hands, he says nervously “I really must get back”. I wink at him and say “ok, catch you in a bit”.
This was the one, he was so cute and a little shy and a bit innocent. I wanted to bring him home with us tonight.
I returned to Jane who was chatting with 2 friends, I tug gently at her hand, and lean into her ear and whisper “I think we should take James home tonight”. She spins her head around with a big smile on her face and says, “oh yeah? Ok”
The night continues, and we speak to James quite a lot, and each time I flirt with him, and he seems to be liking it, he certainly seems to be paying us more attention than the other guest.
It’s about 12.30 now and a fair few guests had filtered out to go home, and it was getting quieter, I walk over the James at his station, and quietly say “so James, how about you join me and Jane back at ours for a little chill out, give you a chance to relax and unwind, have a drink?”
He paused for a moment, and says “erm, I’m not sure”. I lean into him, placing my hand on his ass, and say”oh come on, we’ll have fun, we won’t bite” as I chuckle a little. I look him in the eyes and squeeze his ass.
He had a little glint in his eye “and sheepishly said “ok then, I guess I could come for a drink or two”.
“Ada boy” I say as I removed my hand from his ass and brushed his crotch with the back of my hand as I turned and walked back to Jane.
We have one last dance as the reception is wrapping up, while I have my eyes fixed on James. He spots me looking at him from across the room, and stares back gently smiling.
The three of us get a taxi outside the hotel, my flat isn’t far, its only a 20 minute walk but I don’t want to waste a minute, I want to get this sweet piece of ass back to mine as soon as possible. Jane is sitting between us in the back of the taxi, and places a hand on each of our crotches and teases us through our trousers, it didn’t last long though, as it’s only a 4-5 minute cab ride.
We arrive at my place and go in, I get some drinks and we go into the lounge and sit down.
James is nervously sipping his Vodka and coke, I sit next to him, with Jane on the other end of the couch to my other side.
We chat a little to relax him, I can see he is very nervous, I say, “hey, it must be hard work being on your feet for so long”. He replies, “I’m not going to lie, it’s a bit tiring, I ache a bit”.
With a wicked look in my eye I say “we can’t have that, I’m pretty good at a massage, let’s get you sorted and relieve that stress shall we?” Without waiting for an answer, I get up and go in the bedroom and grab a towel and the massage oil.
From the other room I can hear Jane telling James how good I am at it and how much he’ll love it.
I walk back in the lounge and instruct James to get up so I can lay the towel on the couch. He gets up, I drape the towel over it, and say “oh you’re going to need to get those clothes off too, it’s ok, I’m going to take mine off as well, I don’t want oil on this expensive suit”.
He steps back and covers himself with his arms shyly, I approach him and put my hands on his waist, and said “it’s ok, I’m not going to do anything you don’t want me to”. With that I strip out of my suit down to my boxer briefs, giving him a glimpse of the outline of my soft cock that I know he’d seen in the bathroom earlier.
He sheepishly takes off his shirt, and starts to unbuckle his trousers. His chest and stomach are totally smooth with just slightly defined abs, not a hair in sight, and I can see his body is as slim and milk white as I’d thought. He takes his trousers off and is standing there in pair of tenga briefs, the sight of him starts to stir my cock, as I graze it’s outline for him, he’s eyes are fixed on it.
“Lay on the couch, and let’s get you sorted” I said in a demanding voice.
**Part 2 coming up**