I enjoy recounting my sexual exploits, and I hope others enjoy them to.
During the early days of my exploration into male sex, I would chat for ages with guys trying to find the right one or ones. They needed (and still do) be discreet, play safe, accommodate and ideally be top.
You would be surprised how difficult this can be to find. As you all may know there are a lot of time-wasters and chancers on here, trying to find genuine guys can be tricky.
On this occasion I was studying at home, I couldn't stop myself from looking online and back then it was some chatroom site or forum. This was before the days I came across fab or other similar sites.
A guy, started chatting to me , he had a male partner and they were interested in meeting up. They offered to pick me up and take me to theirs.
As usual my cock answered for my head and I agreed. I asked them to pick me up on a notorious road in Bristol in 20 minutes. I gave myself a quick once over, took my underwear off, jeans back on. I was already hard. T-shirt on and a light jacket, to hide my bulge and off I went.
I arrived at the spot, the corner of a fairly busy road, a bus stop gives you some form of reason for being there but most patrons of this spot aren't here for that type of ride.
They had told me what car they were driving and as i waited I had those familiar feelings of stupidity, fear, lust and desire. Should i leave, should I be a good boy or do I want to be bad.
I saw their car pull up, the rear window came down, he called my name (not my real name) and I came over. He looked at me for a minute, did he know how wrong (and right) that was, judging me like a piece of meat.
He told me to take my jacket off, my excitement was hard to hide. I half expected them to drive off leaving me red faced and unfulfilled. After what seemed like ages he told me to get in. |
