Just Sex Mates (boyxboy)

Chapter 5. A Shock.

Over the next few weeks my friendship with Taylor deepened but it remained non-sexual.

We met up more frequently and he often stayed over, mostly at weekends when we had been out partying. We always shared the bed and now we both slept naked.

Not once did I see his dick erect, not even with a piss-hard in the morning. It was always limp. As it goes it was a nice looking dick, even in its non-aroused state. It was like one of the plump homemade sausages that my local butcher made in size, and flopped around lifelessly. I would have loved to have seen it fully erect....., and yes we did experiment to see if it would react to being in my mouth one time.

It didn't.

It wasn't anything sexual. Just a mutually agreed experiment to determine whether any physical contact could cause an arousal. Honest. I wouldn't lie to you.

Okay! I was disappointed. It bruised my ego that my blow jobbing skills didn't get his silky, soft cock's approval but it proved that he was totally telling me the truth.

Jenna had regularly teased us both about the night he had first crashed. I wasn't sure that she believed me when I said he hadn't fucked me. As my closer friendship with Taylor became more noticeable the teasing increased, so, with Taylor's permission, I told her.

She slapped me. Hard. It was for not telling her sooner and she promptly apologised to Taylor for teasing him.

Chloe and Elliott seemed clueless and we left them in the dark. I'm sure that they thought we were an item and we both did nothing to put them right. They didn't need to know and I doubted whether they would understand or be supportive anyway.

But I've got sidetracked. Taylor is an important development and part of the story because he was now practically living with me, but it's still a sidetrack. I'm meant to be telling you about the story about my sex mate, aren't I? Now we get to the most interesting and most scary part.

Well! My sex mate is not Blondie. I hooked up with him again late one Friday night and brought him back to my place. It was a very disappointing fuck. Blondie could only fuck me once and couldn't get hard again. If you can't fuck and make it last the first time it's doubtful there would be much improvement the second time. It's just that he left me desperately unfulfilled. So I made sure I took the slip of paper back, with my number on, before bundling him into an Uber and sending him home.

Anyway, back to the story. As soon as Blondie had left, I sent a text to Taylor to come round. We hugged. We slept, his arms wrapped around me from behind as we cuddled. He seemed to know that I had been left unsatisfied.

The next morning he brought me breakfast in bed at 9:30am. I was going to visit my father and was booked on the 11:05am train to Broadstairs, a small, sleepy seaside town on England's South Coast. That's where he had fled with his mistress when he fucked off from Mum. He said it was important that I went as he had something to tell me. He wouldn't give me any indication as to what it was about and that pissed me off. It was only because I thought I might be inheriting something of value that had convinced me to go. Could it be because he was loaded and paid part of my apartment rent? Yes! I really am that self-centred and mercenary.

After eating the breakfast Taylor had cooked, yes cooked. Taylor was surprisingly wonderful in the kitchen - I began getting ready. I do love to take a long shower the morning after having a bit of trade. I like to douche and clean myself out ready for the next cock.

I dressed smartly for my father in blue slacks rather than skinny ripped jeans. I was going for the dead straight look as I didn't want my father blowing a gasket at my usual attire. So a plain white shirt, multi-coloured tie, black leather loafers, and a pinkish red faux leather jacket - a splash of pink never hurt anyone - completed my outfit.