Although this piece has gay and straight seduction elements, its primary purpose is to tell a morality story that ends (sort of) happily. It is moral because the good triumph after tribulations and challenges.
LIFE IN A FISHBOWL
George said "We must meet every evening in the pub. They want to see me seduce you."
I replied "It gives me some company. Its really lonely back in Brian's caravan."
George said "Tell your wife that you have found a good friend. Ask her permission to stay with me on her working nights. You must still fuck her on her days off."
I asked George "How do you know about my marital arrangements?"
George replied "They talk about it."
But I still didn't know who "they" were.
IN THE PUB
For a week George and I sat at the same table in the pub. We chatted, played darts and drank the local beer.
On Maggie's nights at work, I was glad that I could spend the night with George. We didn't do anything sexual. I wanted to see him take a shower. He behaved like a perfect gentleman.
THE ERECTION
George said "I need some proof that I turn you on. I have a Viagra tablet for you to take when we are in the pub. It takes up to half an hour to make you hard. It is the lowest dose. I am going to make a move on you tonight. Rebuff me at first then give in."
That night in the pub, George's right hand rested on my left thigh. He squeezed a little. His hand didn't leave my leg. I quite liked him doing that to me, But I took his hand away. As planned George replaced his hand. I let it rest.
I was a little nervous, but I didn't say or do anything.
He massaged my upper thigh, chatting away the whole time. His hand was just inches from my balls.
I was getting an erection from the tablet and from my sexual thoughts about George.
George whispered "Go to the loo. Let them see you are visibly excited. Use the urinal until you go soft."
I did as he instructed. At one stage a man came in and stood beside me at the communal urinal. It was one of those that ran its whole 5 foot length with no privacy breaks. He could easily have stood a few feet away, but chose to stand beside me.
I wasn't soft enough to be able to pee. I just stood there with an erect dick.
The man made it obvious he was looking at my prick. He said nothing. Funnily enough I wasn't embarrassed even with a strange man watching me. He took out his dick and stood there pretending to want to pee.
Finally I was flaccid and able to pass water. The man shook his willy, even though he hadn't urinated. He left. I placed my flaccid penis back inside my trousers.
I went past a lot of men who looked knowingly at me. I sat next to George. The men still looked over at us. I told George about what had just happened in the pub toilet. The man who was in the loo smiled at George. George smiled back at him.
George then whispered "Hold hands as we leave."
We held hands all the way back to George's house. I liked being with George. For the first time I was glad that Maggie and I had left Bournemouth. I liked being with George and what was even better George liked being with me. My like for George was becoming a lust for him.
I was amazed that George had given me an erection just by fondling my leg.
