Older and Wiser

As a man in his forties who was recently divorced, I wasn’t looking for a new romantic relationship. However, a sexual encounter would be most welcome. My failed marriage had been rocky.

A tour bus that only carries twelve passengers creates a certain intimacy and the opportunity to become better acquainted. I thought it would be the case because fewer people meant that there would be less chance for me to blend in unseen. I realised that I had to push myself into a social situation, compelling myself to engage in conversation.

Late in the afternoon, a foreboding grey sky blossomed into a fierce thunderstorm. The speed of the transformation was a frightening reminder of the power of natural forces.

‘Ladies and gents,’ our driver said over the speaker system and paused amidst peals of thunder and flashes of lightning. ‘Our overnight stop is about fifty miles away, so I’ll park up for a minute to phone and let them know we might be behind schedule.’

“Good decision,” Steven said. He was the young man sitting beside me.

“Better safe than sorry,” a woman across the aisle agreed.

There was a general hubbub as Derek, our driver, eased the small coach into a lay-by. He lifted his phone from the dashboard dock and had a conversation that lasted about ten minutes. Immediately afterwards, I saw him dial another number, and he chatted again. When he finished, he stood to face us.

“Ladies and gents, this is the tail-end of a massive storm. It’s already ripped through the area ahead of us. Our overnight stop has been cut off due to fallen trees and a damaged power line lying across the road.”

An elderly woman asked, “Are we stuck here on the forest road?”

“Good heavens, no,” Derek said. “There’s no need to worry about us being stranded.” He smiled briefly as another crack of thunder sounded overhead. “I also called the manager of The Red Stag, which is slightly off our route, but at least we’ll be able to reach it.”

The woman said, “Will they have accommodation?”

“I’ve explained how many are on the coach, and he sounded hopeful that he could arrange to get all of us in for tonight at least.”

A man at the back shouted, “That sounds good to me!”

A woman at the front said, “I agree. As long as we have food, shelter and warmth, that’s fine.”

There was another buzz of voices acknowledging that it was a good plan.

*

Two hours after our brief stop, the storm was calming a little outside, and we were all seated in the dining room of The Red Stag. Fortunately, the hotel wasn’t already filled to capacity. When we arrived, the manager said he would have to ask some of us to compromise regarding overnight accommodation. We all agreed that we’d be willing to deal with the situation, mainly because we were relieved not to be stuck in the wilderness.

I said, “I’d rather be here than sitting amid a forest.” I was sitting at a table with Steve. Thanks to how the seats had been booked on the coach, he was my travelling companion.

“You and me both, Mark,” he said and grinned. “I’d rather share a room with one person than share a coach with twelve.”

We’d hardly talked on the coach, apart from an occasional few words. I had no doubt that we’d make up for it now, being thrown together as we were and now enjoying a bottle of wine after dinner.

Steve said, “What made you come on a trip like this alone, Mark?”

I sighed. “I married in my thirties but didn’t realise that I’d chosen a wife who had no regard for our vows. She had difficulty with the concept of being faithful and had three affairs in our ten years together.”

“Oh, wow, I’m sorry to hear that.”

“It’s not your fault that I screwed up.” I forced a smile. “After the third occasion, I couldn’t listen to her lies, so I made arrangements at the bank and then left her with the house. That was a year ago, and the divorce became official a week ago.”

“Have you found anyone else in the meantime?”

“No. Sadly, the way the marriage ended left me with a few issues regarding relationships.”

“I’m sure it must leave you physically frustrated too.”

“It does,” I murmured and looked down at the table. “I’m glad the lighting is low in here.”

“That was pretty bloody insensitive of me. I apologise.”

“Don’t worry about it. I’m sure that sexual matters are discussed easily and openly by your generation.”

My young companion nodded. “What you have to keep in mind is that sex is a physical act, so as long as you don’t allow relationship issues, you can find relief.”

“That’s very profound. Are you studying psychology at uni?”

“No, I’m not that clever. I’m doing a course in health and physical fitness which—”

Derek arrived at our table and leant forward. “Excuse me, gents, and I’m sorry for interrupting. The hotel manager has just about sorted the accommodation. There’s a small problem with which you guys might be able to help.”

“Go on,” I said as Steve nodded at the driver.

Derek said, “I know that you’ve been seated together on the coach, and that doesn’t mean that you’re travelling together, but how would you feel about sharing a room?” He looked from one of us to the other and sighed.

“I’m okay with it,” I said.

“Me too,” Steve said and nodded to me before turning to Derek. “We were just agreeing that we’re glad to be indoors somewhere.”

“There is one other thing he told me.” Derek looked uneasy. “Apparently, the room only has one bed, and there is also an armchair. He did say that the bed was huge. Do those circumstances make a difference?”

“Not for me,” Steve said. “I’m fine with it if it’s okay with Mark.” He looked at me and smiled as he raised an eyebrow.

I hesitated but only for a few seconds as I looked at Steve’s smile. “It’s okay with me too.”

Derek closed his eyes briefly and smiled. “I think that Jack, the manager, will want to show his appreciation, so you might end up with another complimentary bottle of wine.”

Steve said, “I’m not a wine drinker, but it’s going down well, isn’t it, Mark?”

“It is, and I can’t remember the last time I had wine.” I turned to Derek. “Tell Jack that we’re fine with it but to give us the room number discreetly, eh?”

“Of course.” Derek nodded. “Thanks again, guys.” He left us to our drink and chat.

Steve held my gaze, and dimples showed on his cheeks. “I hope I didn’t put you under pressure by agreeing. Are you sure that you’re okay with the arrangement?”

“Yes, honestly. I know we’ve hardly got to know each other, but you’re a nicer person than many in my past. And, it still feels like a step up … we could’ve been stranded on the coach.”

“If you feel a bit uncomfortable, even if it is a huge bed, I can use the armchair.”

My doubts showed as I looked at my glass and lifted it to my lips. “Do my nerves show?”

“I know what you need, and I’ll join you.” Steve lifted the bottle and topped up our glasses.

“If you’re trying to make me tipsy, it might just work.” I laughed. “This is going down a bit too easily.”

“I promise that if you lose control, I’ll help you to bed.”

Gordon, a fresh-faced, chubby young waiter, arrived at our table to deliver another bottle of wine. “Compliments of the manager, gentlemen.” He looked smart in his white shirt, tartan waistcoat and black trousers.

“Thank you,” we chorused.

He gave a slight bow and left us.

I noted the strange expression on Steve’s face as he watched the waiter walk away, but I didn’t say anything. As it turned out, I didn’t have to because he turned and caught my gaze.

“I’m sorry,” Steve said and smiled. “You know, sometimes you look at someone, and your thoughts drift?”

“Do you mean … to sexual things?”

He grinned. “Yes, and I think it was the combination of the smooth face and the chubby—” Steve stopped talking and sipped his drink but never took his eyes from me. “May I ask you a really personal question, Mark?”

I looked at my drink once again and whispered, “Okay, but I might not be able to answer.”

The natural smile returned, and he slowly shook his head. “I know you said earlier that you got married later in life, but while you were single, did you do much experimenting?”

“I’m afraid you’ll have to be more specific. You’ll have gathered by now that I might be older than you, but I’m not as savvy in certain matters.”

“Have you ever done anything with another guy … you know from your school days right up until now?”

“No.” I lifted my glass and gulped the sweet-tasting wine.

“Wow, you didn’t even think about it. Are you homophobic, or are you one of those people who has somehow managed to miss out on curiosity as you’ve grown up?”

“No, I like to think I’m broadminded and tolerant, but I suppose I must be one of those people. I have heard it said that most boys and girls will have had at least one incident with a friend in their childhood or teen years.”

“My friend, I know we’re from different generations, but I think you’ve missed out on so much, especially with the way your marriage worked out.”

I finished my wine. “May I ask you a personal question now?”

“Of course, and whatever it is, please don’t be nervous about it.” He smiled as he lifted the bottle to refill my glass. “I’ve got a feeling you’ll want to use more of this to relax.”

“Are you … are you … gay?”

“No, I’m not, Mark, although I’m not sure if I’m bisexual.”

“I don’t understand. If you’re not gay, how can you not be sure if you’re bisexual … the way you looked at that waiter?”

“I’m what most people refer to as curious, or bi-curious if you like.”

I nodded and sipped my wine. “Okay, does that mean that you like girls, but you’re not sure if you’d like to be with a guy?”

“That’s close enough.” He sipped his wine and gazed into my eyes. “When I was about fourteen, and at secondary school, I was really slim and didn’t have many friends. One of the boys I got on with was a chubby guy in my class, and I went to his house once so he could help me with my homework.”

“Steve, you don’t have to—”

He held his hand up and smiled. “I do, and it’s not for my benefit, Mark. It’s for yours. Edward told me that his parents would both be late home. He said he’d be happy to help with my homework, but he wanted a special favour.”

We both sipped our drinks, and Steve grinned when I blinked a few times, feeling light-headed.

“We got the homework sorted, and I was so grateful I think I would have done anything in return. Edward took me to his bedroom and said he wanted us both to strip naked. I was shocked and obviously embarrassed about being naked in front of someone else, but we both stripped.” He enjoyed more wine. “My cock wasn’t all that big, but his was tiny, and his extra weight probably made it look smaller. He asked me to lie on top of him, on his bed. When he wrapped his chubby arms and plump thighs around me, I felt peculiar and got aroused, but I didn’t do anything. I lay there on top of him, wondering what was happening.”

I lifted my glass and sipped, again and again. I was enjoying the heady feeling it produced.

Steve smiled briefly. “Edward brought my head to his and kissed me, and then he used his arms and legs to grind my body up and down against him. He only had to do it a few times, and the sensation was so good I took over and rubbed myself against him firmly and willingly. The kissing was amazing, and it left me feeling strange when my cock spurted all over his fat belly.”

“Was Edward aroused too?”

“Yes, but when we both looked down at his stiff cock he said, ‘Use your hand,’. After a few seconds, I tentatively reached down, and after caressing his thighs and belly, I stroked him.”

“Did you both watch what you were doing for him?”

“No, Edward brought my head to his, and we kissed again while I continued wanking him off. When he stopped the kiss, he was panting, and we both looked down to watch his juices spurt over his belly.” He looked away for a moment. “We got together a few more times after that.”

I sat looking at him, unsure what to say. It was a difficult story for me to follow up.

“Are you okay, Mark?”

“I’m fine.” I smiled. “I’m in awe of your ability to relate a tale like that about you and your friend. Did you ever see him again after you’d both finished school?”

“Yes. We went to different sixth-form colleges, and now we’re at different universities. I met him in our hometown a few months ago, and we chatted for a while, so we’re still friends.”

“If I’m out of line, just tell me to mind my own business. Do you think those few … experiences with Edward changed your attitude to sex or relationships as you’ve gotten older?”

“Edward is still chubby, and I have a feeling that if he weren’t sharing a flat where he goes to uni, he’d ask me to visit his bedroom.”

“If he did ask, would you accept the invitation?”

“I’d have to think it over, but I reckon I might.” He paused. “For a short while after what we’d done, I was a bit worried about whether it might affect me in some bad way, but I lost my virginity with a girl by the time I was sixteen.”

“Do you think that the brief, recent meeting with Edward is the reason that you’ve considered going with another guy … you know, to see if you’re bisexual?”

“I’m positive that meeting him again has piqued my interest. I know that some people have a theory that we’re all bisexual. Many people suppress the idea of any same-sex attraction.”

“Wow,” I said. “That’s an interesting way to look at it.” I lifted my drink and took a breath. “This is going down so well, but I hope I don’t regret it.” I took a sip. “Since seeing Edward again and having a vague stirring in your mind, have you done anything to follow up your feelings?”

“I have done one thing which strengthens my curiosity.” Steven glanced to left and right and once again kept his voice low. “I browsed porn on the internet to check out chubby guys.”

“Was it a conscious decision to search for that category, or did it come up with others?”

Steven nodded slowly. “I’m impressed by that question, Mark. It proves firstly that you’ve been listening to me, and, secondly, that you’re taking a genuine interest in the topic.”

“I’m surprised that I asked the question, so the combination of you and the wine must be relaxing me and loosening me up.”

“If it’s me and the wine having that effect on you, I’ll keep the conversation and the wine flowing.”

“You don’t have to answer this one, but I’m wondering if it affected you, looking at the ‘chubby guys’ category on the porn channel?”

“The result was a raging hard-on.” Steven smiled and topped up our glasses. “While we’re on the subject, and you’re being so brave with your questions, there’s something I ought to tell you.”

“Go on,” I said and leant forward so that he could keep his voice down.

“There’s something I wouldn’t have admitted to you earlier this evening, but now that we’ve got into the subject and you’ve relaxed so much, I’ll risk it.” He gazed at me for a few seconds. “When I first mentioned being curious, it was because I’d been imagining you … naked.”

“Wow,” I said. “Steven, I’m over forty and overweight.”

“I considered both of those factors, plus, your clean-shaven, which I like, and you’re a good-looking guy.”

I was aware that my mouth was hanging open. I sighed. “Are you serious?”

“I am, but don’t worry, I’ll stay in the armchair and not attack you in the middle of the night.”

We both laughed, but even as we did, our eyes met.

I said, “Thank you, Steven, because coming from you, I take that as a compliment, although it does feel a bit strange.”

“Since you think that you’re not up to speed on the sort of thing we’ve discussed, let’s try a simple experiment.” He looked around the dining room area. “Take a look at the women in here and see if there are two you think are attractive.”

I sat back and looked over my shoulder to left and right. “The young blonde near the pillar and the mature brunette in the yellow blouse.”

“Okay, and as it happens, I’d agree with your choices. Now, do the same again but this time, try to spot just one man that you’d say was handsome.”

I performed the same exercise as before. “I think there’s only one I would nominate. He’s got blonde hair, he’s clean-shaven, and wearing a light blue shirt.”

Steven smiled and glanced over both of my shoulders, his brow furrowing. “I don’t see him.”

“You would if you had a mirror.” It was my turn to smile.

His laugh calmed to a smile. “Thank you, Mark, but there was no need to say that.”

“There was a need if you wanted an honest opinion.”

“In that case, I’m flattered because there are a couple of nice-looking guys in here.”

“In that case, it means I can do something else if we’re continuing this strange conversation.”

“What?” Steven lifted his wine.

“I can now do what you did and imagine you naked.”

He paused with the glass to his lips and, for the first time, looked serious for a few seconds. “I’ve enjoyed your company, Mark, and you’ve helped me to make a decision.”

“Go on, I have to hear this.” I smiled at him again, waiting for the punchline.

“I can’t tell you right now, but I will later.” He leant over the table. “If the wine is bringing out your true character, we ought to share another bottle before we go upstairs.”

I topped up our glasses and gave the bottle a shake. “It looks like it’s finished.”

Steven lifted the bottle, looked beyond me and nodded to someone.

Gordon appeared at our table two minutes later and presented us with more wine.

Steven said, “I’ll pay for this one.”

Gordon said, “I was told to keep another aside for you two gentlemen.” He bowed politely and left us.

“Oh my god,” I said. “We’ll definitely have to stop after this.”

“Are you worried about losing control?”

“I suppose I could use the wine as an excuse. Earlier, if I lost control, I’d have been worried. Now, the way we’ve been opening up to each other, I’m no longer afraid of being honest or maybe, being curious.”

“Wow. That’s one of the most sensible things you’ve said since we came in here this evening.”

“I’ve got you to thank, and the alcohol helps a bit. I didn’t realise how uptight I was until I listened to you, your logic, and your early sexual adventures.”

“Now, that has got to be the wine talking, but humour me, and tell me more?”

“Well, for one thing, I’ve never had a sensible discussion about sex with another guy. Apart from that, I enjoyed the story about your encounter with Edward, and if you didn’t mind telling me, I’d like to hear more.”

“Mark, it will be my pleasure as we share this last bottle, and then we really must get to bed.”

“You don’t mess about with preliminaries, do you?”

We both laughed aloud at his choice of phrase, but again our gazes locked on each other briefly.

Mark was as good as his word, and while we took our time with the next bottle, he told me about some of the other things that happened concerning him and Edward, his chubby schoolfriend.

*

By the time we collected our bags and key and got to our room, I felt light-headed.

Steven flicked the light switch, which illuminated two wall lights. “Well, that’s a cosy glow.” He closed the door and flicked the next control, and a brighter light in the ceiling lit the place. 

I said, “Would you mind if we just kept to the cosy glow?”

“I don’t mind at all, and our eyes will probably thank us.” He flicked off the main light.

We put down our bags and stood for a moment, looking around. The double bed dominated the room, and on either side of a coffee table were two large armchairs. A fire glowed behind a mesh guard near the seating area, and the warmth was enhanced by a deep-pile carpet.

Steven said, “I’m pleased to see that the armchairs are so big because they’ll be comfortable dragged together with a couple of blankets on them.”

“Unless you want to sleep on them, there’s no need.” I nodded to our front. “That bed is big enough for both of us.”

“I certainly don’t mind, but are you sure you are okay with that idea?”

I nodded. “I am, as long as you let me visit the en-suite and get into bed first.”

“Go on then.”

Ten minutes later, Steven was in the en-suite, and I got my chubby body under the duvet.

When my new friend returned, he had a white towel wrapped around his waist, and in the dim light, he looked great.

“Steven, your physique is incredible. I know you said you were studying health and fitness but your body—”

“When I was in my teens and started college, I decided that I’d had enough of being skinny, so I got into using weights, running, and cycling.” He grinned. “I prefer the new me.”

“I never knew the old you, but I think the new you is an Adonis.”

“Thank you once again. For someone who said he didn’t take notice of other men, you know how to give a compliment.”

“You make me ashamed of my body.”

He didn’t turn away when he removed the towel, and I gasped when I saw his cock dangling at least six inches.

 Steven paused as he reached for the duvet. “Are you okay?”

“Don’t you wear pyjamas?”

“No, I never wear anything in bed.” He stood upright again. “Do you wear pyjamas?”

“No,” I said, and my gaze fell to that soft but impressive cock.

Steven glanced down at himself. “I can sleep on the chairs if—”

“No, please, get in here.”

“If I’m sleeping in there with you, I would like you to do something for me.”

It took a moment for me to speak again. “What do you want me to do?”

“I think that since you’ve seen me naked, you ought to return the favour.”

“You look so good, Steven. It will be very embarrassing to let you see me.”

He gripped the duvet again and smiled. “What did I tell you earlier about your body?”

“You were trying to imagine me naked.”

“Well, there’s no need for me to imagine if you let go of this duvet. I’d like to look.”

I loosened my grip, and the duvet was thrown back.

Steven knelt on the bed and nodded as he made a slow appraisal of me from head to toe. “This is what I imagined, and I like it, from your man-boobs to your chubby belly, big buttocks and thick thighs.” He looked down at my groin. “Mark, am I also imagining that your cock is lifting and falling a little as if you were aroused?”

I swallowed and briefly closed my eyes. “I don’t know what’s come over me.”

“I know someone who’d like to come over you.” He grinned and looked into my eyes. “Tell me the first thing that comes to mind when you think about my first time with Edward?”

“I imagine how it felt for you both when you lay on his chubby body and kissed.”

“Does the image of that do anything for you?”

I realised I was panting. “I … I don’t know what the emotion is … really.”

“Can you recall that before we drank our last bottle of wine, I said you’d helped me make a decision?”

“Yes, I remember, and you said that you’d tell me what it was later.”

“My decision was that I’d like us to re-enact what I did with Edward all those years ago.”

“What do you mean?”

“I think we’re both curious, Mark, and I think these are the right circumstances for us to indulge that curiosity.” Steven pushed the duvet down further and moved over to climb on top of me. He pushed his knees between mine, parted my legs, and gazed at me as he lifted his big cock to lie it on my belly.

I was aware of my lips trembling. “What … what are … you doing?”

“Are you really anxious, or are you excited, Mark?”

“I … I’m not sure anymore.”

He smiled at me confidently and reached down to bring my stiff cock up alongside his on my belly. “If you want me to kiss you like in the story, I think you’re supposed to wrap those luxurious thighs around my waist.”

I looked up into his eyes, wrapped my arms around him, and brought my legs up to hold his body between my chubby thighs.

Steven reached between us, gently brought our cocks together and squirmed a little as he rubbed against my fat belly. He lowered his mouth to mine, and when our lips met, he didn’t have to force his tongue inside my willing mouth.

I broke from our kiss, panting. “The first time was like this … and didn’t you … give Edward a handjob?”

Steven spoke between kisses too. “Yes … and that’s what we’ll do … if you’d like to … act it all out.”

I continued our conversation. “Remind me what happened … on the next visits … to his bedroom?”

“The next time … we gave each other a handjob … the third time … it was a blowjob in a sixty-nine … and the fourth time … he lay forward, and I shot my load … between his big juicy buttocks.”

“We’ve got five nights on this tour … and I’d like you to show me … all of those things.”

“I’ve got an enema kit … and lube in my bag … so perhaps our fifth night … could be special. I’d be happy to push … beyond your gorgeous buttocks … and stretch … the tight little hole in between.”

“I want our fifth night … to be special, Steven.” I held his muscular body tight. “Let’s not talk for a while … let’s be curious together.”

***

Taken from Big Girls: and other erotic stories