Roger lets out a huge woosh of breath. His face goes blank, he stands silently, waiting to return to the here and now. A moment later he slumps back into his chair, beet red and sweating like a farm animal. With all the jumping back and forth I think he might have run a couple of miles. He grabs the water and downs the rest of it. He towels off again, face, neck, head. We sit in silence waiting for him to breath normally. I'm in awe of it all, the story, the performance, Franco and Claire and Roger himself. I'm also trying to nurse and hide my own boner.
He croaks out, "I'll end it there. That's the gist of it, what Franco told me, at least more or less. I hope I didn't miss any details."
"Jesus, surprised you didn't have another accident." Wondering, will I have one?
"Truth be told, I came close, my dick was rock hard and I needed relief bad. But a minute after his story was done we heard Claire rolling her bag up the path. Franco went and greeted her at the door with a big hug and a long sexy kiss. Then I got a nice kiss too before she ran off to shower. I didn't mind being second because I knew in advance Franco would be her man that night. We turned on the Blue Jays game while we waited, but I didn't really pay attention, just kept running over what he told me in my head. Thirty minutes later I was walking them to the door, Claire looking like a zillion dollars in her pretty new blue dress, hair and face just right, and Franco very dashing. He carried her little overnight valise and I kissed her cheek. But at least then I knew the answer."
"About the whisper?"
"Yeah, pretty hot too, right?"
"Fuck yeah. Did you really say, 'so deep' and 'so much cum'?"
"Yeah, silly I know. But Franco and I knew each other pretty well by then and I knew I could speak my mind. He's a cool dude." Roger smiles at the memory and says, "Her a virgin again, hilarious! What an imagination she has!"
"Yeah, that must be it. But let me ask you..."
"Yes?"
"You were alone then right? Those two gone for the night?"
"Yes."
"You there thinking about them, the fun they would have later?"
"Yes, of course."
"So now you could..."
"Yeah, but I held off, was when I wrote it all down." He picks up the little notebook and looks at it approvingly. He places it carefully back on the table and pats it gently a few times. "Kind of important I thought. See Bill..." Now his hands open wide and he smiles at me warmly. "See Bill...when a man fucks a man's wife and he tells him how he and her did what they did in bed, naturally he's going to want to remember exactly what he said, every little detail, even if he and her are play-rolling he's the one who took his wife's virginity. Right?"
"Ummm..."
"I mean am I right, or am I right?" he says with a big happy grin. My mentor.
Well, my head was spinning at that. How did this guy pass the bar exam? But I weirdly understood his thought, even if it was insane. "Oh yes," I said, "That sounds about right." I had bigger fish to fry here and was actually glad he'd written it down. You don't see that kind of performance every day.
"Thank you Bill. It wasn't easy to wait but I did it, till like 10 o'clock when I figured they'd be up in bed, when I could picture the kind of sexual intercourse he had just described. Picture them kissing and touching, him slowly removing her clothes, picture her dress and her cute undies, the blue lace she wore that night, scattered on the floor, his pants and shirt there too, she knelt to help with those, the slow sexy walk to the bed, or maybe he carries her, the touching and kissing and licking and sucking, earlobes, ass, throat, tits, everything. Earlobes, who knew?"
"Yeah, I noticed that one too."
"Then Claire chirping and moaning, her pussy running like the Monongahela or possibly the Danube or maybe even the Nile, her pretty nipples on fire, her little hand guiding the rough swollen penis to her special sexy place, her little gusher, his testicles bloated with fun-juice, haha!, the rock hard cock splitting her open, her legs spreading wider, her knees up for him, he really made a point of that, her wet mouth flying open with crazy pleasure, the look on her beautiful face when she orgasms, on his when he empties his balls in her, fills her tight little lucky charm with that slippery white cream, and her orgasming again and again and again on sweet dick."
"God, Roger, the way you describe it, what a picture." Was it like that for Anna, did she chirp and moan? Were clothes strewn everywhere? Did her pussy run like a swollen river in spring? Did she guide a rough cock inside? Did he fill her? I think it was like that. I think it must have been.
I'm breathing hard. "You at home alone thinking about them."
"Yes, sire."
"And, you know, you must...must have got off nice."
"Mmmmm."
"It was a good one?" I felt embarrassed asking of course. I'd never asked another guy about stroking it, but in this circumstance I couldn't help it.
"You mean when my penis orgasmed? Guess," he said with a smile. Then, "Thought I might have to repaint the ceiling after that one."
"Je...eepers."
"Kidding. Didn't really go that high, but way higher than usual."
I let out a woosh of air and nod my thanks for the story. "I gotta admit. That story is frickin' hot. Franco, you, Claire - all of it."
"I kind of think that myself," he says with a smile.
The two of us go silent then. Stars were beginning to peep. I need to go see my Anna! And I picture it again, how it was for her. Over and over Roger had said, eighteen, no twenty-two times fucked, any blowjobs on top of that. All those crazy positions for them to work through, his big cock hitting in her deep and hard, sucking on her tits, her cumming on hard cock and his wet cum exploding in her. Me at home with a Maisie Bite lemon-filled the day after her return. That was my reward.
I shake myself, there's something else important and my dick is reminding me. This is my chance to find out.
"Do you mind me asking one more thing?"
"Ask away. Claire told me."
"You jerk off a lot?" I'm almost not even blushing by now. Claire said it was OK!
"Not really, told you all the sex Claire and I have now, I don't really have the need. But sometimes sure, especially on her date nights or when I'm home alone on one of our weekends with the guys. Those sure get me hot."
"Figured."
Roger looks at me closely and says, "All guys jerk off to something I guess. You must, right?"
"Ummm... some I guess."
"Guy thing, although Claire used to, you know, before the club, need to do it some time with her vibrator. Let me watch a few times too, was awesome."
"Oh God! Claire uses a vibe?"
"Well, did back then. Our sex life just wasn't that great. We both knew it but it was way harder on her than on me. She could only cum from my mouth, not, you know, from my other thing. We were praying together on our little bedtime problem, must be two and a half years ago. I decided right then we needed to get her some kind of relief. I went out and bought the vibrator that night, the Slit-Master VB-X30j, highly rated on Amazon but we got ours at the local CVS. Batteries were not included. Did you know CVS sold sex toys? I was a little surprised. The vibrator helped to a degree. But not like the club is helping her now."
The picture of this beautiful woman fucking herself with a vibrator is making me harder and harder. "She uses it..."
