Prom night

*. Just Copy-pasted, not even read till the end and the names have nothing to do me! (& check labels!)

As All-4-One began to sing “I Swear”, Nate walked across the dance floor to where Kara stood. He held out his hand, which she took. They put their arms around each other and began to sway and move with the music.
“Hey,” she said, “How’ve you been?”
“Pretty good,” replied Nate. “Have you had a nice night?”
“No,” she said, her head laying on his shoulder.
“What’s wrong?” Nate asked.
“Danny’s starting his shit again,” she said, sounding disgusted. What Danny’s shit was, Nate had no idea, but he knew it happened quite often. They weren’t even dating last week, were they? Nate thought. He couldn’t understand, what with all the problems they had, why either of them even bothered any more.
“This is a pretty song,” Kara said, humming the tune into Nate’ ear. “Sing it to me. I know you can do a better job than me.”
Nate smiled. He’d sang to Cristy Eversole on her birthday, and had been somewhat of a celebrity ever since. He didn’t have much faith in his musical abilities, himself, but the ladies seemed to like it, and that’s all Nate cared about. When the chorus came, Nate decided to give in and do as Kara asked.
“I swear,” he sang, “by the moon and the stars in the sky, I’ll be there. I swear, like a shadow that’s by your side, I’ll be there. For better or worse, till death do us part, I’ll love you with every beat of my heart. I swear.”
Kara hugged him. “That was really good,” she said. “That made me feel better. Thanks.”
“You’re welcome,” Nate said. He pressed a little closer to her ear and whispered, “You know, if you don’t want to stay with Danny tonight, you don’t have to. You can leave with me.” She wore a “dress” that was black pants and a silky top that exposed her midriff and back. Nate slowly rubbed her back, his hand straying an inch or two down the back of her loose fitting pants.
Nothing was heard for several seconds but the music. The two continued to dance, their bodies close, her head on his shoulder.
“Seriously?” she said finally.
“Seriously,” he said. “Right now.”
The song ended, but the two held each other a while longer. Kara pulled away and looked into his eyes. “Okay,” she said. Nate smiled and they walked toward the door.
Nate unlocked the passenger door, opened it for Kara, then closed it once she was in. He entered on the driver’s side and looked over at her. They sat in silence, then Nate said, “God, you look incredible.” She laughed, blushing, and thanked him.
“Well, where do we go?” she asked.
“Name the place, sweet thang,” Nate said. “Thy will be done.”
For several minutes she said nothing. Nate opened his mouth to suggest a late movie when Kara said, “There’s this place close to my house. There’s enough room to pull a car off the road, and there aren’t any other houses nearby.” Nate stared at the lovely lady beside him. He’d heard her wrong, surely. Even if she had said what he thought, she only meant for them to gossip and chat and bitch about Danny. That’s what she meant, wasn’t it? When he looked to Kara’s face and saw her smiling, though, his pants suddenly got much tighter, and he hoped she didn’t just mean to talk.
Nate pulled off the road and turned off the engine. The two looked at each other. Nate reached out and stroked Kara’s hand. Kara took it and held it. Before long, they found themselves leaning across the seat and kissing passionately. Their tongues laced together, writhed like snakes within the linked cavities of their mouths. Nate moved his hands to Kara’s breasts, massaging them beneath the thin material of her black top. They broke from their lip lock and Nate began working on Kara’s neck.
“Mmmm, yeah,” Kara groaned. Kara’s pants were held with a thin rope about her waist, which Nate now began to untie.
“Wait,” Kara gasped, and lightly pushed Nate away.
“No,” Nate grunted, moving toward her again.
“Wait,” Kara said again. “Get in the back.”
Nate reluctantly released her and climbed into the back seat. Kara followed, stumbled, and fell on top of Nate. He grabbed her and again inserted his tongue deep into her throat. Kara squirmed until she straddled Nate, continued kissing him for a moment, then pulled away once again. She pulled her top over her head, exposing luscious breasts hidden behind a black lace bra. Reaching behind her, she unhooked the metal clasp and allowed her arms to slip through the straps. Nate leaned forward and kissed the flesh between her breasts. Kara tossed her head back and issued a short, lustful gasp. Nate pulled away this time, began fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. Meanwhile, Kara unbuttoned his pants and, when Nate raised from the seat, she pulled them down. With a little work from both parties, they managed to remove his shirt and slide his pants over his ankles. They paused to share another passionate kiss, then Nate slipped Kara’s pants off.
With both participants free of the confinements of clothing, Kara placed her hands on Nate’ shoulders, pushed herself up, then lowered onto his erect penis.
“Oh, fuck,” Nate moaned. Kara laid her forehead against his and began to slowly move up and down. As the pace quickened, Nate laced his fingers behind Kara’s head and pulled her face to his chest.
“Yeah, fuck me,” he said. Kara obediently increased her rhythm.
“Uh…uh…You like that, baby?” Kara asked.
“Oh, yeah. You know it.” Nate replied. “Fuck me.” he reiterated. Kara did.
Digging his fingernails into Kara’s back, tearing red ribbons of flesh, Nate came. Kara let out a cry of mixed pain and pleasure. Unbelievably, she slammed down into him even faster and harder than before as Nate pumped semen into her pussy. She bit into his shoulder, drawing blood as she reached her climax.
“AAAAA! Dammit!” Nate cried. “You fucking slut!”
“Thank you,” Kara panted, slumping against him. They held each other as their breathing and heartbeats settled, and fell asleep in each others arms.
Kara opened her eyes and found Nate stroking her hair in the darkness. She lifted her head and looked into his face. Though bathed in shadows, she could see his eyes sparkle. She smiled.
“What time is it?” she asked, her voice thick with the clinging weight of sleep.
Nate peered over the seat at the green, glowing numbers on his dash. ” ‘Quarter to five.” he said.
“Shit,” Kara said quietly. “My curfew was four. I’m dead.” She lifted from him and retrieved her clothes off the floorboard.
“Was it worth it?” asked Nate. Kara smiled at Nate, leaned forward and kissed him.
“Bet your ass it was,” she said. She slid into her bra and fastened it, then pulled her top back on. “We must do this again sometime.”
“Any time, any place,” Nate said. “What about Danny? What’s happening with him?”
Kara sighed. “I don’t know. I never do. What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him, though.” She lay across Nate’ lap, pulled her feet up and slipped her pants on. Once she was fully clothed again, she maneuvered to sit beside him. “If Danny and I do work it out, would you want to be the other man,” she said smiling.
“As long as I can be one of your men, I don’t really care which one it is,” Nate said.
“That’s kinda sweet,” she said. She kissed him one final time, then climbed into the front seat of the car. Nate followed, sat in the driver’s seat and started the car.
“Uh, did you forget something,” Kara said, then burst into laughter. Nate looked down and realized he was still minus his clothes.
“Well,” he said, “just pray your mom doesn’t meet us at the car.” They both laughed. The car pulled onto the road and drove off into the diminishing darkness of early morning.

gay encounter at gym

The other day me and my significant other decided to go to gym, me being very good at directions spent a while on internet to find where I had to go.
Being busy in the last (not very) few months and enjoying a knee injury, I had no time for going to such places and honestly I’m not a muscular kinda guy, more to the effeminate version of typical gay you always ignore and I don’t like lifting weights and doing other stuff most guys enjoy so we went to this climbing gym, indoor for sure cos I didn’t want my sweat freeze in the winter here. Tye climbing wasn’t that great that means I could hardly traverse a wall but still vertically I was good (monkey genes I have). Ace (my husband/spouse/ whatever you wanna call) wasn’t any better than me, at least he finished the path we had made (I’m not good at reading those holds, I just get stuck in the middle with a hand and a leg in air and having no idea where to put ‘em). Whatever, just his presence there was a good sign of my hard effort after 2 weeks of hugging the pillows and crying or sleeping or just being the useless meat-bag on the bed, he’s still hell depressed but looks better to me, post-marriage depression I can call, whatever it was a good night for staying away from the city, everyday stress and my lovely little demon besides I met an old friend from dorm times.
After sweating and hurting all bones and muscles on the holds we decided it was time for a shower and going home so we jumped under the same shower (yep there were plenty of empty ones but we have to prove our homosexuality-oooppppss keep cool my friends, I’m just too obscene in public places-) so we had the water and it was a quiet place and he looked so fucking hot and yummy I couldn’t let him go without kissing him and he has this very sexy tempting lips if I get close to ‘em I can’t let him go without tongue-fucking him a bit.
So we were busy holding each other and enjoying the liplock when my friend found us, poor guy he was petrified having no idea I was gay. I told him it was my man and not a random guy and he accepted and we all went home in peace deciding to meet again at weekend.
And we met and he asked me a pile of crazy questions I answered patiently.

He made me think of a few things again,  so here I come up with a few ideas trying to categorize people’s reactions when meeting and dealing with gays.
I respect lesbians but I cant say anything from their point so I let ‘em deal with people the way they like and I believe they live a bit easier cos people are less hostile to two women kissing or holding hands in public, don’t you agree?

So to MY point of view people react differently when knowing your sexuality (I’m proud of what I am but I don’t shout it, logical ,right?), you can put them in one of the following groups.

1. Severe homophobia: these people simply hate homosexuality or it’s better to say they’re afraid of it and look at it as a contagious disease thus homosexuals must be burned and they do anything to show their hatred making homosexuals live in a real hell.
2.50% homophobia: these people simply hate you and your homosexual friends, they prefer not to talk to you and every now and then say something to upset you but you can tolerate ‘em.
3. Mild homophobia: these people disagree with homosexuality and you know they do but they try to act like it doesn’t bother them, they’re trying to do their best but sometimes they say things that can hurt you, keep in touch with them and one day they will realize you weren’t as bad as they thought.
4. So -so: these people have no idea how to react, they don’t agree with homosexuality, nor they deny it. Give them some time to decide what they really feel.
5.Curious: there are some guys who are bi-curious and whenever they meet a gay they wanna know “how it is like to be gay”, they’re harmless but don’t fall in love with them, they’re straighter than ruler, they’re just curious.
6. Mild homophilla: the people simply like being around gays, they either find them cool or they think they can be good friends. Some straight females can be put in this group thinking they can find some good male-friends and some can find a few guys, I think it’s some kinda feeling secure, probably it’s great to have a close friend who wont fall in love with you no matter what happens. Many of your straight friends who know about your sexuality and still think you’re their good friend and hang out with you can be put here.
7. 50% homophilla: this is called bisexual, i know there are plenty of these guys around but i look at it as a phase to be completely gay or completely straight again or move to group 5.
8. Severe homophilla: these people so much love gay people that they are gay too.

Among females there are some who have no problem with your sexuality, they simply don’t want you around their husbands/boyfriends to keep them away from thinking “it can be fun to try homosexual sex”, yes it is fun but there’s more than mere sex to homosexuality.

It’s bedtime now, I will share more of ridiculous questions my friend asked me, I didn’t know he could be this funny, but I was wrong.
footnote: My mind has been in a very serious mess lately. No one likes waking up every morning, looking at the guy sleeping on the other side and thinking “Was it the right decision? Shouldn’t we waited a bit longer?”
I’m still thinking about the reasons of wearing a ring round my finger, it’s a terrible feeling to love someone so much yet cant help him. I’m pretty tired and I hope he clears his mind soon and see things clearly like people who love him, specially me.
Any suggestion to make him feel better is welcome!

Freedom to Marry!

Recently I’ve done lots of thinking, every night, every morning and every time I hear his voice on the phone and weirdly I feel closer to him than ever or we never managed anything big like a wedding this good, it’s full of stress specially when you get a late call after 10, hearing your granny asking you to change the date for the sake of a  surprise she will give you, then another call from your sister-in-law gonna be shocking you with another surprise and within coming hours those surprises keep coming from different people And you stay up really late planning and arranging everything again and again.

It’s really strange when most of your arrangements are screwed and nothing looks like the things you dreamed of but you still feel comfortable just staring at him working hard with the calculator and adding or removing names from the list.

It was a hard night and the following day was worse, calling and re-calling everyone but at last we did it and all the stress and tension was worth the moment holding his hand as we knocked on the last door to invite them to the our wedding dinner.

In the last few years I learned life without family must go on when they don’t agree with your beliefs but sometimes you just want to sit down with your own brother and talk about those wonderful moments you had or things you don’t feel comfortable sharing with friends.

Me and my elder brother’had talked about same-sex marriages a few times, I knew he wasn’t comfortable with my sexuality but last thanksgiving he treated my partner so well I thought he’d changed his mind and I was wrong. Honestly I was very disappointed when I called him to share the good news and in return he made me choose between him and my partner; hard choice for many people and with a broken-heart I chose my partner cos I wasn’t seeing my brother that often.

When his sister called to say she wasn’t coming either, we started to feel more disappointed.

by the time most of my relatives cheered me with their lame excuses, we were sure there was nothing positive about having a ceremony or party of any kind and when we made a list of only 10 people we thought we could remain partners without getting into the trouble of a same-sex marriage.

Usually I’m a positive person but when I start being negative you really need good reasons to make me not to feel like that, so I was all this angry bitch blaming him on anything I could and he just remained silent slowly arranging his devilish plans. I was shocked with the place he chose and the suggestion of having our own card and slowly we arranged a very private party of our own doing everything with a pink theme cos we wanted everything on Valentine’s.

My granny was/is the only person accepted me the way I am completely, it’s very strange with all the generation differences we have, we are still good friends, she was the first to know about my first boy friend and she was the first to know about my gay marriage and she was there for me many of those times I kept on struggling to know who I was, she was the one giving me the courage to ask for my own rights and fight for my baby. And again she was my rescuing angel, I thought she wouldn’t make it to my wedding cos she was a bit sick, yet not only she’s back to bean town she convinced dozens of my relatives to join me on my special day and I think she even called his sister, he looked so happy knowing she will be here and his happiness is mine too.

So I think there won’t be much differences between 10 & 14, the important thing is that this time next week I’ll be a married man!

Thinking about Sunday still makes me feel nervous but I know everything gonna be alright and I hope this time I made the right decision.

I already have sent some scanned and printed versions of our invitation card to some readers, I thought some other may want to see, so I put an edited version here.

By the way, having the right to marry someone you love is one wonderful thing so better do something for other couples in other states.

so gay or straight let your friends and family enjoy their legal life together like straight couples. Hope one day all couples have equal rights.

It’s that time again! Freedom to Marry week is February 10-16.

According to Freedom to Marry:

Every year, right around Pres. Lincoln’s Birthday and Valentine’s Day, gay and non-gay people around the country gather in living rooms, rectories, parks and civic halls to celebrate our lives, our loves, our families and the victories of our movement from the year before. Freedom to Marry Day, Tuesday, February 12th, is a day to celebrate and share our stories, reflect on the values of equality and love, while also engaging our neighbors in the movement for equality and fairness.

You deserve a good fuck

I rang the bell still thinking about all the words I said on the phone, I had a meeting to attend at 5 and that was the only reason I accepted her invitation for lunch instead of the movie I wanted to go with her.
I rang again and waited, I hate that wait, wait ,wait and wait, if she was home ,it’d be better for her to open the door soon; if not then why she bothered asking me to go. I knocked a few times and stood still arms crossed, staring at the door.

Was I doing the right thing? Leaving work early promising to be back for the meeting just for a lunch seemed so stupid when standing behind a close door.

At last the door opened and there she was in a long skirt and top.
-”com’on in”
“Hey gotta be back to my office soon.”
I followed her to the kitchen, the place looked bigger in day light and there was no sight of the comfy sofa I found on my first time there.
-”so you wanted to take me to a movie”
“I reserved tickets before my boss told me about the late meeting”
-”do you like roast beef?”
“that’d be fine”
she opened the fridge and bent to pick something, “Nice ass” I thought.
I spent all Sunday night surfing net and staring at naked women, I had to get over my feelings, only 2-3% of people were really gay and I didn’t want to be one of them, I had enough of that shit and I was tired of all those strange feelings others showed.
I  brushed my hand against her  ass quickly,  I should feel something.
“Girl, you look gorgeous”
-”really?”
“really”
I sat on the kitchen table watching her preparing lunch, turning her head and looking at me every now and then.

she looked like a good cook, quick and clean, the lunch was prepared in a flash of light, I pulled the chair giving her a place to sit but she stopped me and said “not here, help me move all the stuff to that room” she pointed to a door  I never noticed.
Putting all the plates and glasses in a tray, I went to that room, it was a large pretty bedroom with a little table near the window and a big king size bed in the middle covered with pink bedspreads, I put the tray on the table and waited for her, staring outside the window watching people rushing to nowhere.

I came back to my senses as I heard the door locked.
“what the hell are you….”
she put her finger on my mouth and stopped me.
-”just sit down and enjoy your meal”
I enjoyed being a sub but not to a woman, I never did but it seemed she pretty knew what she was doing.
I sat quietly at the table and waited for her to cut a piece for me, she worked great with that knife actually in a frightening way.
She placed a plate in front of me, not only it looked good it smelled good too but I never ate that much.
-”Eat it and I want nothing left on that plate”
she filled a glass with whiskey and put it beside my plate.
I started eating and she just stood there and watched making it more difficult to swallow each bite.
“may i have some water?”
-”no, drink from that glass.”
“I don’t drink alcohol”
-” I know and that’s why I want you to drink it.”
I ignored what she said and went on eating, what she was doing sounded new to me but I had that feeling I could stop it whenever I wanted but I was wrong.
I finished most of the food on my plate and stood up.
“thanks for the lunch, I have a meeting to attend, I have to go.”
She grabbed her knife and pointed it to me.
-”you’re not going anywhere”
I was getting mad, she couldn’t stop me, how dare she!! I walked passed her and headed to the door, I knew she locked it but I saw the key on the door.
-”You’re not going anywhere!”  I felt the blade near my neck.
“What’s this all about? I haven’t hurt you, have I?”
-”Sit”
I sat on the bed looking impatiently at her waiting to know what she was after.

She opened her wardrobe and took something, then shut the door. It was some papers later she let me read.
-”These are yours, right?”
I took a quick look, surely they were mine. I  had forgotten those papers.
-”Can you explain what it is?”
“You read it?”
-”yes”
“It’s a few things about homosexuals I found on a site and wanted to read so I printed it.”
-”And added a few notes?”
That was an old habit of making little summaries on top of whatever I read and then adding my personal thoughts on that subject, always worked well for the exams at least.
“yep, why the hell it was in your wardrobe?”
-”Remember last Friday we met for the first time and you left me to buy some coke?” I nodded and she went on. ” I was bored and I saw a pile of papers on your back seat, I picked them and started reading ‘em, they looked interesting but then you came and I put them in my handbag”
“You stole ‘em?”
-” I borrowed, I was going to give it back last night.”
“then why you didn’t?”
-” I saw something else.”
It was ridiculous how easy she put something that didn’t belong to her in her bag, I was great on picking someone for a date.
She pointed her knife again.
-”Take your sweater off.”
“You must be outta your mind, I’m not wearing anything under it.”
-”Do as I say…. take off your jeans too.”
It seemed like a silly joke, I wasn’t going to get naked in front of her so I just sat there and did nothing.
To my surprise she started undressing soon she was just in her bikini. I turned to look elsewhere, I couldn’t look at her, not because she was ugly, she looked fine I couldnt look at her, sorta feeling sick when seeing women pretty naked.
-” Look at me”
I kept on staring outside the window so I didn’t see her getting close to me and putting her knife on my neck.
-”Take your clothes off or do you want me to rip it for you?”
It didn’t seem like a joke anymore, I pulled my sweater outta my head and unzipped my jeans but didn’t take it out.
“Why you’re doing this to me?”
-”Ain’t this what you come here for? to fuck me?”
I had thought about that and I had tried to convince myself  I would do that if I found the opportunity but I really didn’t want that.
-”take it off, NOW”
I could grab my  sweater,  run to the door and get out of that place, I just didn’t, instead I obeyed her like a good kid taking off my jeans and sitting on the bed just in my briefs.
She sat on my lap still holding her knife, running the tip on my face and then threw it on the floor, wrapped her arms round my neck and kissed me not on the lips but forehead and then stood on her feet.
-”Can you fuck me?”
She took the last clothes off her tanned body, I sat there silently and looked at the beautiful creature in front of me, she wasn’t really fat, she just wore too many clothes.
I did nothing, I didn’t want to fuck her and I sorta couldn’t do that her so I just sat there and looked at her.
-”You’re gay.”
“No” I said without thinking as if trying to prove something and I was there to prove that I wasn’t gay, I couldn’t admit it that easily.
-”Yes, you are. I saw your picture with that guy, I didn’t want to but it was in the middle of the CDs you told me to look at.”
“He’s just a friend.” I didn’t know what she had seen, I just didn’t want to confess anything.
-”No guy kiss a friend like that, not a straight one”
I didn’t say a word, I couldn’t say anything and I pretty knew what she had seen.
“It’s not like what you think.”
-”Then tell me it’s like what. You didn’t kiss me last night, you didn’t stare at my naked body, you didn’t make a move to touch me. Explain it to me why you’re like that?”
I didn’t know what to say, I tried to grab her hand but I sorta felt bad about it.I grabbed my clothes and started putting them back, I was going to leave. And she didn’t stop me.
I moved to door and turned the key in the lock, I felt her hand on my shoulder.
-” I loved you, I thought you were cute, crazy, different. You’re a piece of shit”
I turned to look at her and she was covering herself with the bedspread, I didn’t want to hurt anyone, I really didn’t want it that way.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you, it was just a date.”
she put her hand on the door and didn’t let me get out.
-” So it’s like this, every now and then you find a date, spend a few nights with and then dump her and have a good laugh at her? It must be lot of fun.”
“It’s not what you think, I really didn’t mean to, I didn’t want… didn’t know…. oh I’m really sorry, I didn’t want to hurt you, I couldn’t imagine someone could love me,  you cant love me, we don’t know each other.”
-”but I love you, what are you gonna do with it?”
I turned and sat on the bed again, she came and sat beside me and then it was silence again, that annoying monster from the first day. I slowly wrapped my arm and pulled her closer, she didn’t resist.
” You know I thought I could love a woman, I wanted to be normal like lots of other guys, I couldn’t let my baby suffer from my wrong choice…..”
I paused for a while but she didn’t say a word, just put her head on my shoulder and listened.
” You know he was doing great, the first time I saw you I felt I wasn’t and couldn’t  go too far with you.”
-”Then why you kept on dating?”
“Because he was doing the same, I was so lonely, he was ignoring me I needed somebody else.”
She didn’t say a word and we sat silently for a while, I held her tighter and she moved her hand to my crotch. I didn’t stop her from unzipping me, I knew she didn’t want that seriously.
-”Do you think I can get you hard?”
“I don’t think so”
-”I wanna give you a head. Think of a guy, think of him and imagine it is his mouth”
She moved her hand inside my pants and grabbed my cock, it was flaccid in her hand, she put her mouth on it and began sucking. I just looked at her and did nothing, I didn’t feel anything, just like someone sucking your finger, nothing would happen in the end. She kept on sucking for a while and I was still soft.
-”Close your eyes and imagine something you like.”
I did as she said, it was ridiculous to think of anyone at first but I tried to concentrate, imagining his mouth on my cock, how much I missed him, How much I wanted to feel him again. She was doing her job pretty well, I thought of the last time we fucked, I really missed tasting his cum in my mouth, she moved faster and it was getting hard to breathe, I moaned and emptied my seed in her mouth, it wasn’t much but it wasn’t that bad and she looked satisfied.
I put my dick back in my pants and zipped my jeans.
“Thank you, it was great.” I kissed her on the cheek and got up to leave.
-”can we meet again?”
“I think it’s better not to do so. I hope you find a great guy.”
I opened the door to leave, she ran to the door.
-”What are you gonna do?”
“With what?”
-”You said he is meeting someone and he is enjoying it. Do you think you can get back together?” I sighed, I have thought about that but I couldn’t do anything, we promised each other, it was a decision we made together, sooner than I thought I got my answer, I was definitely gay and I couldn’t do anything about it so it was better to live with it but if he wanted to be with a woman he could do as he liked and I had to look for someone else to share my life with.
“Dunno, he still has two more days to go, it’s his life and I can’t make him do as I like.”
-”What if he is straight?” It was a nightmare coming true but I shouldn’t ruin his life, I could live on my own. A single gay dad was a lot better than two dads.
” I dunno, I really don’t know.” I almost shut the door but she kept it open with her foot.
-”If ever felt like meeting someone, just gimme a call.”
“Thanks, but I’m gay, I don’t wanna hurt you twice.”
And I ran downstairs to get to my meeting.
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Note: I was a bit early for the meeting so I had some time to update everything. I know many were bored and many knew I wasn’t going to anywhere. I’m gay and I can’t change it but at least now I know I cant change anything and leave with it. I have a meeting to attend and I don’t dare calling him. he didn’t come home last night and I guess he’s not interested in me anymore. WTF It’s almost 5 and I have to go.

PS: Unlike the previous posts, this one wasn’t exactly what happened but some it was the same, there was no knife and locked room but the rest was true.
Can some one get me a rose? I need to know whether he still loves me or not.

day four: Let’s kiss not

It seemed the relationship I was developing sorta based on being late, I’ve been listening to that album since I left home and I knew it was the last song on the CD.
“Dolls of voodoo all stuck with pins
One for each of us and our sins
So you lay us in a line”
 I heard someone tapping at the window so I raised my head from the steering wheel to see whether a cop was waiting outside for me or not, guys in uniforms are double cute. she was standing there in the most casual clothes she could wear and I was getting used to see her everyday, learning more and more about women and seeing her more attractive. I waved at her and opened the passenger door for her
“hi cutie, late again or you enjoy bird watch”
-”sorry, can we go?”
“where?”
-”I dunno, you said you wanted to surprise me.”
“Oh yeah, I’m gettin ol you know.”
she brushed her finger on my cheek as if checking something, I stared into her eyes for a while before starting the car and pressing the gas pedal.
-”you know the city pretty well, I bet you were born here.”
“wrong guess, wanna try more?”
-”Is it some kinda game?”
“call it that, so next guess?”
-”It must be somewhere near here, right?”
“nope.”
-”ok, it’s still in New England, you have this funny accent of….”
“you’re teasin my accent?”
-”no, but you talk weird… like… I dunno, seems sometimes you can’t think of a proper word.”
I grinned at her and took a quick look at her face, she was smiling too.
“you’re not the first to tell me so, don’t blame, my mind is twisted sometimes I feel I cant spell my own name.Btw, it’s L.A.”
-”what’s L.A.?”
“you wanted to know where I was born, what about you?”
-”Quincy”
I stopped by the red light and waited trying to decide where to take her for the third date if I could call it third.
I was pretty used tothose silent moments when none of us had anything to say, at least this time I had music in the background and suddenly I remembered reading “To what song you lost your virginity” that seemed like a ridiculous phrase.
-”what are you thinking about?”
“nothing”
-”then why you smiled?”
“ah, I was thinking of kidnapping you.”
-”so where are we going?”
“Revere”
-”you must be crazy, it’s cold there.”
I ignored her complaints and focussed on my driving, actually I wasn’t too sure which way to turn and I’m pretty good at getting lost cos I don’t drive that often or not until I have to.
As she struggled finding something she liked hearing I managed to find my way, it wasn’t that far if you knew which way to go. I parked the car before she could decide on what to listen.
“down”
-”oh, we’re there. you listen to crap.”
“thanks but I like it”

The beach was pretty empty and I expected it like that at that time of year, according to weather forecast snow was coming again and that took those few people back to their places.
I had learned a few lessons on acting like a gent, it was hard but I tried my best to walk slow, arm in arm, enjoying the waves and wind.

“Let’s have something. coffee, tea, soda, coke, ice-cream, ghost?”
-”what?”
“Never mind, don’t yo wanna have something.”
-”coffee please.”
she stood there waiting for me and I turned back and waved at her a few times. Nobody stared, not even once and it sounded weird to me, the last time I’ve been there me and Ace tried to kiss and we were lucky nobody hit us with their sandals, people act so differently.

The coffee was a bit cold but still tasted good, we walked for a while just walking without saying anything. Talking to me seems like the hardest thing to do, I’d rather climb  Liberty statue but I like walking and it seemed she was getting used to it.

we found an empty bench to sit and stare at the sun waving goodbye, sunsets are so depressing to me.
It could be a very romantic moment with the sun casting its rays on us but I really didn’t know the woman sitting next to me. I felt her hand near my own not being sure what to do next and then I was holding it in my own. she pressed my fingers in her little hand and moved closer to me as if she felt cold.

-”can we go?”
“I thought you liked it.”
-”I did but it’s getting cold.”
I got up still holding her hand, it was a strange feeling if not new. It was a lot better than holding arms because I could pull her along with my own pace.

The drive back to her place was filled with more silence and to me it wasn’t annoying but it seemed she didn’t like it much.

I stood by her door, holding her hand and just staring at her eyes, they weren’t grayish blue but I liked the color. I pressed her hand hard before saying goodbye and loosing her hand.
she looked inside her bag for her keys and opened the door.
-”don’t you wanna come inside?”
“No, thanks.”
she held my hands in hers but didn’t say a word as if she was thinking of something else.
-”thank you, it was a great night.”
I smiled and tried to go but she was still holding my hands.She took a step forward and her lips was just an inch away from mine, she pressed my hands hard and closed her eyes, I took a step backward and let go of her hands, running down the stairs, I was back to my car and gone before she knew it.

day three: a dinner for two

I spent a little while in the streets thinking and staring at people. That was a date for sure and I was too blank to think of any normal feeling, I couldn’t be normal in the most normal-natural incidents in life.

I left the windows open for a while so I could get rid of her smell, a woman’s smell, something that could cause a headache for a night, for the winter night that wasn’t cold. Global warming is so complicated and horrible, so please turn that extra light off.

I was expecting him to be home but he wasn’t and I felt lonely there was no one to share my fabulous date with, we could have a good laugh at our heterosexual day.

sometime while reading a book I fell asleep and when I woke up it was the next morning and he was humming to a tune I couldn’t recognize that meant he was listening to something I hadn’t heard.

“morning, how was you date?” I had to know everything about his time.

-”better than yours” he teased.

“never ever in your dreams, mine was great, I’m gonna meet her again tonight at beehive”

-”so at last you learned what date is, wish you luck then”  he disappeared in the bedroom and I went for breakfast cos I was too hungry to take a shower first.

I almost choked seeing him in his suit again, he looked hot, then I could look hot in a suit if I wore any.

“going out?”

-”meeting her for lunch, don’t wait for me I won’t be home any time soon”

“to the hell then, I won’t be waitin, go now I wanna enjoy my freedom!” I waved him goodbye as he shut the door.

Obviously he was doing a lot better than me, my instinct wasn’t working well or wasn’t working at all.

Saturdays were fun being the only day we could be together, I like my girl but sometimes you need a while to be alone with your special one but that Saturday was horrible cos I had no special one at home, I thought of a few things we would do together, then went on cleaning the place and doing the laundry, I had no genie at home!

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I was a bit late for my second date and took me longer than usual to find a parking lot, when I went inside it was 20 to 8. Nobody was outside so she couldn’t be standing outside checking me again.

It was a casual place but being a jealous creature I decided to wear a suit like him. I usually don’t wear any cos I don’t feel comfortable and the last time I wore that suit was in the party me & Ace had, our sorta-wedding-party when we exchanged our rings, all my memories had something about him, it was like I couldn’t get anywhere close to being straight.

“Nate!”

I turned my head and there she was in a tight black dress, I’m not good at describing women’s clothing, but she looked good a lot better than the previous night or I didn’t have enough light last night to see her clearly.

I moved to her table, paused for a few seconds deciding whether to sit by her or in front of her, instinct again, I sat right in front of her.

“Sorry late, I was parking my car, so what are we gonna eat?” I pointed to the menu.

-”I thought this time you were waiting outside and just watching….. you choose”  I took a quick look at the menu, not having a proper lunch I wanted to give a big surprise to my stomach.

“this [STEAMED MUSSELS with LAGER, OLD BAY & TOMATO], this [MOROCCAN STEW (CHICKEN, BEEF & LAMB) with PEANUTS & COUSCOUS] and this [CHEESE & GRAVY FRITES (POUTINE)]  ” I tried to choose the best.

-”you wanna eat them all together?”

” I guess so.”

-” sorry to say this but you look too thin to eat all this stuff”

“ok, I got with the second two, no soup, fine?” she agreed and I ordered.

It took a while to get busy eating and doing nothing than staring at other couples and trying to figure out how to behave normal.

She was right,  I started playing with my food after a while and waiting for her to finish and it seemed she was enjoying her meal.

-”If I wanted to dance, where would you take me?” she asked suddenly.

“what?”

-”last night you asked about dancing, where did you wanna go.”

she was right but it was one random thing I said the other night, I couldn’t think of any place beside Roxy and those gone there know pretty well it’s not a place for a straight couple.

“hhhmmm nowhere, just the thought popped out.”

she shook her head and went on eating. I was pretty bored with the whole stuff, I could have gone a lot further if she was someone my kind.

Intentionally I hit my knee against her, I had to do something to entertain myself.

“oh, sorry”  I tried to pretend it was just an accident.

-”it’s ok.”

at last she finished eating, I could easily say she was overweight when she enjoyed food that much, food to me is just a way of keeping my body alive.  I paid the bill and it seemed the date was over.

“can we walk a bit?”

-”burning the calories you didn’t get?”

“whatever, seems like a nice starry night”

-” I cant stay much longer but a few steps would be fine”

I put my hands in my pockets and walked as quickly as always.

-”wait a second, it’s not romantic too run “

I stopped and noticed the distance between me and her. I waited for her to reach. I’ve been rushing my life in the last few months I couldn’t walk slowly. With Ace, we were either running or walking quickly, walking hand in hand in slow motion is not what you can do easily in public.

I offered her my arm “pinch me when i walk too fast”

she hesitated before putting her arm round mine.

I focused on my steps and she said nothing for a while.

-”when did you get divorce?”

“it’s been pretty long we lived separately but  for the papers, I got them last week.”

I listened to her steps trying to walk at a steady pace the same as hers.

-”your wife has the custody?”

” I don’t have a wife and no, she stays with her mom on Saturdays”

-” do you still love her?”

I stopped walking and let go of her arm, it was like she had a whole day thinking about me and then she was trying to get as much as information she could. It wasn’t really relevant to her if I loved my ex or not, she was there to make me feel like a man, a man drooling over women.

-” Ya ok?”

“I guess, but this is not one romantic walk.” I tried to act as if I didn’t care.

She grabbed my arm again and pulled me, we were walking again, this time I could feel her leg brushing against mine every now and then.

I was walking her to my car and when we got close she knew it wasn’t just a random direction.

I looked for my car keys inside my pocket while she was holding my hand.

“shall we go?” I asked but didn’t wait for her answer. She got inside quickly.

I pretty knew where to go, I stopped where she asked the previous night.

-”turn to the left and stop by that white building, the second one from the other end.”

I smiled and did as she asked.

She opened the door to go.

“can we meet tomorrow?” I was beginning to enjoy her.

-”why don’t you come upstairs?”

“yeah sure?”

she nodded and left the car, I locked it and followed her. The place looked a lot better than what I owned.

She took the stairs and I followed her as she opened a door and invited me inside.

The place looked nice and welcoming. I found one comfy sofa and pretty jumped on it.

It was a good place for watching tv, but there was no tv in that room.

-”coffee?”

“I’d rather have some water.”

And she disappeared in the kitchen…….

day one: Looking for a girl

Though it wasn’t a new feeling, I felt so different all night knowing he was in the same place as me and we had no argument, then why the hell we weren’t sleeping together?

I listened carefully to all the movements, breaths, sounds around me, nothing worth my attention. I waited another 30 minutes so he could have plenty of time to make breakfast like other days, and it could be another day if we forgot our promises.

I stayed in the bathroom a little longer so he could join me to have his own leak, he didn’t come. The day was getting really annoying. I got dressed and went to the kitchen to have my quick breakfast and rush to work cos I couldn’t waste any more time pretending to do something I wasn’t doing.

“Hi….” I swallowed my words, we were supposed to be just room-mates and room-mates never call each other honey, baby…..

“Hey, you’re a bit late, ain’t you?” he tried his best to show nothing as if it was the most casual thing to ask.

I took all my coffee in one breath, grabbed a piece of toast and ran to the door, ” Give her a bath round 10, I’ll be home soon.” I opened the door while trying to tie my laces “and don’t let her scratch those little spots, k?”

“ok, she’ll be fine.” he waved me goodbye and I ran down to get to work as fast as possible.

There was pile of work waiting for me that could keep me busy for whole day. Some co-workers stopped to ask about her status and I answered them all the same, she was fine and I knew she was enjoying herself playing with her uncle and messing the place. I checked all the on-line places I could, it wasn’t fair, he had more time to look for someone while I had to work, I commented on any profile that looked a bit tolerable, it was easier to find someone in chatrooms but living in the same city at least wasnt easy to find.

By noon I was half way through the must-be-done tasks, checked as many as profiles I could, stopped by a few hot guys, commented but never pressed the send button.

The afternoon looked very dull, no call during lunch time, no kiss on the way out, no touch all night, I couldnt wait to see him in the evening.

on the way home I got a message from him, he’d found someone to go out with the coming day, fuck him he had more time, but I wasn’t going to let him win.

I changed quickly, played a little while with the tired sleepy baby, gave her dinner, a little more playing and bedtime story and by 8.30 she was sleeping soundly in her bed. And it was time to surf. he looked satisfied feeling proud of himself but I wouldnt let him enjoy his success for long, I still had all night, even the next morning.

By 11 I felt so sleepy, he came to check for the last time, giving me one his killing smiles I wouldnt let him get away with it if we hadn’t promised.

I couldn’t stay on much longer, I checked my mail for the last time, closing all pages when I noticed an IM, it was sent 10 minutes ago and I hadn’t noticed it. I pressed “buzz” and typed hi and waited, but there was no answer. probably that one was sleeping.

I could look for someone the next time and there she came.

little a: still there?

me: yep, was going to bed actually.

little a: (inserting the thinking emoticion)

me: asl,plz

little a: 20,f, roxbury  & u?

me: 27, m,….. (you don’t want to know where I live dear reader, do you?)

then I felt blank, I was sleepy and I wanted to go to bed.

little a: so?

me: u know it’s late, so let’s be frank, I’m lookin fr sb to go out with

little a:  check ur profile first

me: k, i’ll do urs.

it took her pretty long to reply and i found nothing interesting in her profile than a picture of a cat.

me: still there?

little a: yeah

me: can we meet?

little a: when?

me:tomorrow

afternoon

another long pause again

me: here’s my number, call me tomorrow if you were interested. (000-1111)

she signed out without even saying another thing, we didnt ask for names and I went to bed.

The next morning he still looked like a proud bitch and I ignored him. I left without having anything but I called him later to tell him my ex was going to pick her baby up some time in the afternoon.

It was another busy day I hardly found some time to check mails and there was nothing. there was a boring meeting to be attended, a few papers must be signed and then I could have my lunch.

by 12 I was starving, I went to my desk to take my wallet and get myself a sandwich when a friend called me, “someone called you twice while you were out.”

“who was it?”

“no idea, she didn’t let me ask”

“have a her number?”

“yeah, look at your monitor”

I grabbed the note and went out to fill my empty stomach. On the way back to office I stopped by a phone box, and dialed that number.

me:”hello”

voice:” hello”

*****

me:” you called me twice, who’re you?”

voice:” you gave me your number last night.”

me:” oh yeah, I forgot. sorry I was busy. I thought you weren’t interested.”

long pause

me:” can we meet?”

voice:” where?”

I had no idea, I had to think of somewhere near her.

me:”what about A K’s?”

voice:”fine, when?”

I need some time to go home, dress my baby and wait for her mom to pick her up.

me:”6.30 or 7?”

voice:”7″

me:”I’ll be wearing boots, jeans, a black pullover and red sox cap, fine?”

voice:”I’ll be there.”

me:” and what’s you name?”

voice:” Ann, you?”

me:”Nate, see you then.”

And I found someone to go out with, I texted him right away.

get the contract signed- part seven: last part

Binggum gave a little squeak, seeing those four fingers of CJ’s finger fucking my ass, and in a self-congratulatory voice, CJ said, “Didn’t think it could be done, did you? Don’t worry. No damage. It will tighten right back up after I’m done. Well, maybe not exactly right afterward, but certainly in time enough for you to have your jollies.”

Quick as a wink, CJ was back up on his feet. He strode over to Binggum’s chair and laid it down on the floor, with Binggum on his back pointed up.

“What? Why are you doing that?” Binggum asked in an uncertain voice.

“Ringside seat, that’s why,” CJ answered. “You’re our honored host, and you get the best seat in the house.” He pulled me over until I was standing over Binggum’s face. “Tent yourself over him, with your chest on his legs and your piece just out of reach about his mouth,” CJ told me, and I did as he asked. I looked back to see CJ behind me, lubricating his flagpole. “Spread em,” he commanded as he walked in behind me,” and I dutifully complied. No matter how opened he’d made me, I knew I’d want my legs spread as far apart as possible. He laid his dong inside the crack between my butt cheeks and gave it a couple of strokes and beat it against my cheeks a couple of times.

“So, how’s the view down there, Johnathan?” CJ called down to Binggum.

“Just fine,” he answered.

I expected his big dick head to approach first, but I was surprised to feel him kneel and give me some tongue again, followed by various fingers and puffs of air. But then, there it was, as I remembered it. It felt like the end of a broomstick and about three times as big as it had looked—and it had looked like a monster head, overflowing the thick rod that backed it up. That, at least was solace. Once the head was in, nothing wider was to follow.

I grunted in slight pain as the glans pushed at the hole, and my legs trembled as it slid in up to and a bit beyond the rim. Binggum, who had a close view of it all, let out a little squeak of pleasure. I could feel one of CJ’s hands come around in front. He pulled my cock ring off and swirled it around Binggum’s mouth and nose, to Binggum’s great pleasure. Tossing that aside, CJ cupped my balls momentarily and then wrapped his hand around my cock close to the root and replaced the pressure the ring had been providing. I moaned, and my legs began to feel like jelly. Binggum moaned at the sight of what was going on just above his face. I could feel CJ take his own cock with his other hand and rotate it inside me, gently stretching the hole. He was whispering encouragement for me to relax and telling me how nice a fuck I was. Binggum was whispering his agreement. The cock had found the prostrate and, as before, I felt myself just releasing, and the cock slid in.

“Ah, good, nice,” CJ murmured. That’s got a couple of inches in. It should be easier going now. A couple of inches?! I moaned again. It was painful, but possibly not as painful as the previous day’s fucks had been. “Ah another inch. It should slip on up now,” CJ was saying. “Now come back up to me, arching your back, chest out, and wrap your arms around my neck.” I started to come back up, but CJ told me to stop, as I could feel his dick losing some ground. With one hand on my lower stomach and the other gently pushing my lower back into an arch, he brought my butt closer into his crotch, and I could feel his rod pushing in further—even a little further than it had been before. I moaned—and Binggum moaned—but I rose back up, my back arched as well as I could, and wrapped my arms around CJ’s neck. I felt CJ’s hands go below my knees in front of my calves, and he smoothly and effortless pulled me up in front of him as if I were sitting in a chair, but with my asshole arched back and up to provide an angle for a full-dick fuck. I could hear Binggum catch his breath. The half-buried cock and its receptacle must have been right over his face, giving him a full view of what was happening. And what was happening was that CJ’s cock was slowly but surely snaking its way up my innards. No inching and waiting now; he was gliding right on in. Even so, it seemed to be taking him forever, and I couldn’t feel his pubic hair tickling my ass yet. But then he pulled my folded legs a little bit closer, the angle on my ass increased just a smidgen, and he was in all of the way.

“So, what do you think, our dear host? Do you agree now it can be done?”

“Yes, yes,” Binggum whispered. “Now me. Now, give him to me.”

“In a bit, in just a little bit.” I want to show you how good he is. And then CJ began to rock the chair he had made of me, pushing me out so that an increasing amount of his dick root could be seen and then pushing back in. I was trembling and moaning, and Binggum was trembling and moaning as well. If anything, I felt CJ was getting bigger inside me. But I had stretched to where I could manage him, and, feeling this, he chose to give Binggum one last thrill. First he let one of my legs down and then the other. He still held me to him in position, skewered on his bludgeon, like a rag doll, in front of him. He told me I could let loose of his neck with my arms and let my chest and arms fall before me. Then he took a step back and lifted Binggum and his chair back upright. He stepped away from the chair, and, in Binggum’s view, while holding me in place across my stomach with one hand, took his other hand, and slowly spun my body around so that now my chest was suspended below him. Binggum was be able to see the root of his now floor-pointed cock rising out of my ass. He’d done all of this without losing purchase in my ass, and the sensation of him rotating inside me hadn’t been all that unpleasant.

“You can drape your legs over my shoulders again,” he said. And then he asked, “Do you think you can rise up and give us a kiss?”

“Sure, I said.” It took really strong stomach muscles to pull myself up, but I did so, wrapping an arm around his neck and giving him a kiss. While we were kissing, though, he surprised me by, first, putting one foot up on the chair stool beside Binggum’s leg, and then the other one, so that he was standing facing the sitting Binggum.

“I think we can all manage now, if we’d all like to be in the finale of this course,” said CJ. “If you go back down, Craig, I think you’ll be able to reach Binggum, and Binggum will be able to reach you as well.” I slowly dropped my trunk back down, and, sure enough, there was Binggum’s cock just about perfectly positioned for my mouth. I slid my mouth down over his stiff rod just as if I was sheathing him with a condom, and I felt that he, indeed, was able to do the same for me. As I felt CJ stiffing in preparation for shooting his wad into me, I snaked one hand around Binggum’s cock and dove for his balls with the other one to bring him to climax sometime close to CJ. Binggum came just a fraction of a second before CJ let loose his first load. I didn’t come then, but after CJ carried me into the lounge and gently settled me down in the couch and he’d returned to let Binggum free, Binggum had run into the lounge and knelt before me, buried his face into my crotch, and covered my body with caresses and tiny scratchings and probings until I had come in three big spurts as well.

He then pulled me up from the couch and out onto the patio and pulled me down behind him into the pool. He then turned to me, and I let his hands and lips wander all over me, as if I was some sort of new toy, while we drifted in the water and up against the side of the pool. At length, he lifted me out of the water and up in a sitting position on the side of the pool and gently gave me head until I was hardening again. All the time his hands were wandering around my chest and down my back. He lifted his lips from my dick and looked into my eyes with a questioning gaze. He then took the palm of his hand and placed it on my chest, and he hardly had to apply any pressure at all for me to lie back, pillowing my head on one of my arms. I scooted my butt out over the lip of the pool and brought both of my knees up so I was open to him. With a contented sigh, Binggum began to tongue my asshole. It must have closed back up nicely after the exercise CJ had given it, because Binggum was clucking and slurping with obvious pleasure. His tongue seemed longer and thinner than CJ’s—more like a cock than CJ’s actually—and his fingers were thinner and more sensitive and experienced than CJ’s had been. So, the experience, helped by the slowly moving water and the play of the lights on the pool, was quite pleasant.

When I felt open enough, I pushed my legs back in the water, sat up, and entered the water between Binggum and the wall. Taking his mouth into a kiss, I laced my hands around his butt cheeks and pulled him to me. Our hardened cocks chafed each other between our bellies. I walked him back to the shallow end of the pool and pushed him down into a seated position on the wide step at the shallow end, His legs were extended out in front of him and his heels were on the floor of the pool below the steps. His back was pushed up against the rim of the pool. I straddled him, facing him, his legs between mine. I took his mouth in mine in a lingering kiss as I positioned his long, rather thin cock at my backdoor with one hand and slowly, ever so slowly brought myself down into his lap, his hands found my balls and cock. And we sat there in the evening breeze, water flowing around us… and in us… and through us. I gently tightened my asshole around Binggum’s cock and gave him the sensation of a slowly yielding, yet close-fit, deep, languid fuck. When we were finished, I rose from the pool and went over to a lounge chair, lay down and closed my eyes to nap. But that was not to be, as I awoke to two exploring hands on my chest, Binggum straddling me as I had straddled him, and my hardening cock slowly being engorged by Binggum’s much looser, but still very inventive, ass. I looked up to see that CJ had come out to the patio and was standing behind Binggum.

“Here, let me tighten this situation up,” he said, I felt his fingers probing inside Binggum and around my cock. He pushed Binggum down on his elbows just above me, encouraging us to kiss, and I felt CJ’s rod gliding in, this time above mine, and Binggum giving sweet little sighs and moans. I was tired enough that I just held my dick in place, plowed up to the root, and let CJ provide all of the friction action. CJ and I gave Binggum an added thrill by taking his cock in both our hands and giving it and his balls a double hand job. We still all came fairly close together and just laid there entwined as the night deepened.

As I was drifting off to sleep, I heard Binggum ask softly, “Can I keep him?”

“Not on your life,” CJ answered, “But he’ll be back the next time we have a deal to close.”

a quickie

I knew for sometime that I was bisexual, particularly when it came to older men. Growing up in a small town and before the Internet was easily accessible, I didn’t know where to turn.

A few weeks after my 18th birthday, I took advantage of the some nice weather and went for a jog in a local park. It was still very early spring and the cold weather was chasing away most people from coming to the park. I saw three other cars in the parking lot and assumed most of them were dog walkers based on past experience.

After my jog I decided I didn’t want to go home and started to explore parts of the park off the running path. A portion of the park near the entrance was a maze of paths among the bushes with a few trail bathrooms near picnic areas. As I walked along the trails, I realized there was someone else there who wasn’t walking a dog. In fact by this time I saw that most of the parking lot was empty besides one car other than mine.

From my first look, I could tell he was an older man and he looked out of place based on his clothing. He was wearing casual business attire, which stood out, in a part of the park covered in frozen mud and bushes. I just figured he was a businessman getting away from the office during lunch.

I eventually passed him on a trail and gave him a friendly hello and a smile. I’ve always had a fantasy with older men, more so when I was younger. (I’m in my 30’s now). He was late 40’s, 6ft a nice build, clean shaved and wearing glasses. He sort of had this professor look to him, which makes me want to drop my pants and bend over in an instant. I had never been with another man at this time and was too nervous to make the next move. He gave me a friendly hello and a smile back and we passed by each other.

Within the next 20 minutes, we seemed to keep passing each other and each time our conversations got longer and longer. I saw him sitting on a park bench and decided it was safe enough to sit next to him and just chat about anything to feel out the situation. It was then that I noticed his raging hard on through his khakis. He knew that I saw it and just looked at me but I was still too shy to make any move. After a few more minutes of chatting I saw him slide his hand down to his crotch and start stroking his cock through his pants, all the while talking to me. He slyly put his arm across the back of the bench almost inviting me to bury my head in his lap. Even then I was still too nervous to make a move. I could sense he wanted me, but I needed help. Without prompting he said, “I need to use the bathroom” and walked to the nearest trail bathroom.

My heart was racing now. I wanted him. I wanted him to be my first. I wanted to take his cock into my mouth. I wanted to feel sexy and feminine. I decided it was do or die time and walked into the bathroom a few minutes after him. To my  surprise, when I walked through the door he was standing in the corner with his fly down and his cock out. He stood there stroking his cock without saying a word.

I must have stood there with a deer in a headlight look, because he whispered, “no one is here to see us”. That was all I needed. The next thing I knew I was standing next to him kissing him, with the first cock in my hand that wasn’t mine. I could tell he wasn’t that into kissing and pulled away.

He looked down at his cock and gave me this inviting look. “So you want to?” I went to my knees and began my first blowjob. I’d never even been with a woman up to this point and was a slow learner up until this time. My only experience with blowjobs was from watching porn. I’d always imagined what it was like for the women and got horny at the thought of me taking their place.

I slowly took his cock in my mouth, trying to mimic the seductive way I saw the woman in porn do it. At least in the beginning before a more forceful face fuck took place. The thought of a guy being rough with me and fucking my face as though I was his slut is one of my biggest turn ons. His cock was warm and a bit salty. It also had a slight coffee taste as though he spilled coffee on himself. I always remember that taste to this day.

I slowly sucked his dick, taking more and more into my mouth until I was nearly deep throating him. He had an average cock but it was thick. I unzipped his pants more and gently pulled out his balls for me to cup. Another trick I’d learned from porn. He just leaned back and moaned.

“This isn’t your first time is it?”

Upon hearing this I took his entire length into my mouth, tightened my lips as much as possible and slowly pulled off making a popping noise at the end as it slipped out.
“Actually it is.”

“I find that hard to believe. You’re too good at it.”

We maintained eye contact as I took him back inside my mouth. Every so often I changed the tempo or force, keeping him on his guard. He moaned and ruffled his fingers through my hair, starting to force himself inside me more and more with each thrust. All those images of some porn starlet on her knees with a guy pushing his cock into her mouth filled my mind. I’d never been more turned on in my whole life. I started to think where I’d want his cum and considered pulling out and letting him finish on my face. I wanted to be like the girls in porn. I also wanted this guy, who’s name I never knew, to take my anal virginity.

I’d used carrots and candles to this point, sliding them in my ass with the help of lotion. I’d come to love it but craved the real thing. I wanted to be fucked every which way possible like I was in my own private porn. I slid his cock out of my mouth with another pop sound as though I was some schoolgirl slut teasing a friend’s father with a lollipop. “Do you want to fuck me?”

I stood up and started to pull down my pants. Looking back, to take it bareback was just insane but I was in the heat of teenage horniness. I leaned against the wall and pushed out my ass. Thoughts of him fucking me hard against the wall made me almost cum right there.

He didn’t seem as interested as I was. Maybe he was also being smarter about the condom. In any case he just said, “Please, finish what you started.” I quickly pulled up my pants and went back to sucking this total stranger’s cock in a public park bathroom. He immediately ran his hands through my hair and grasped the back of my head, forcing himself inside me faster and faster. I just relaxed my mouth and let him fuck me his way. Not knowing what to do with my hands since they were in the way with this new blowjob method, I ran them up his chest under his shirt and started to play with his nipples. It was just by chance, but you’d thought I was the best cocksucker in the world by his reaction.

He started moaning louder, so loud that I was worried someone would hear us. I could tell he was getting ready to cum and was nervous, yet excited about tasting cum other than my own. His moaning got so loud that I started to get scared of being found out, not knowing if anyone was around. Then he started talking dirty with me ordering me to swallow him. “Mmm suck it you whore. Yeah does it taste good? Do you like daddy’s cock?” I was so turned on by him treating me like a slut, that I would have taken on several guys that day.

“Swallow my cum. I want you to swallow all of me you hear.”

I just replied with a simple grunt due to having a mouth full of cock. With a final thrust, he let loose his cum into my mouth. He pumped into my mouth in quick waves and I had to choose between swallowing or spitting. I decided to follow his orders and swallowed everything while continuing to suck him, milking him of everything he had to give.

And with that he quickly zipped up and said “Thanks that was awesome. You really know what you’re doing,” ruffled my hair and left. I just stayed on my knees watching him leave taking all of it in. I felt a wave of emotion all at once, excited, ashamed, happy…horny. I made sure to wipe off my mouth, finding a little bit on my chin from when he pulled out. I composed myself and left.

That night I jerked off like never before, going to sleep wishing that a perfect stranger would have fucked me in the bathroom.