As I have already remarked earlier, by an extraordinary stroke of chance, I was born on January 1st , New Year’s Day, so my final term at Sheldon commenced more or less on my eighteenth birthday. I left the school forever in June of that year at the age of eighteen and a half. Sheldon had no career’s master or advisor and did not seem interested in what any of us would do once our schooldays were over. We all left Sheldon with or without our high school diploma, as the case may be and as far the the powers that be of that establishment were concerned, that was that.
However, although I left Sheldon a highly experience young fucker, I was still an anal virgin, a fact which bothered me considerably, for although I had shafted Charlie innumerable times, I found it hard to imagine taking another guy’s cock up my own arse. It was something I knew I had, somehow, to come to terms with, but how? I tried once to figure how many times I had shafted Charlie, and it was into the hundreds over the year and a half I had been fucking him. I realised that I was what must have been ‘the junior butt fucker of the year’. And for my sins, I have to admit that I had enjoyed every minute of it. I do not know who coined the phrase, ‘fucking is a toy which never fails to please’ but he was spot on! So, here I was quitting school, pushing nineteen years of age, so what next?
As you can well imagine, in view of the remote relationship I had had all my life with my guardian, Aunt Agatha, I had personally not the slightest idea of what I should do next. I had not been a particularly clever pupil at school and had scraped through the various examinations which all pupils undergo during their school careers and came away from Sheldon with a high school diploma which, frankly, I had obtained by the skin of my teeth: in short, even with no guidance from any of the Sheldon staff, I had already realised that I was not college material, although no one had ever discussed my life after Sheldon with me.
During my final months at the school, as I grew into manhood, it had become increasingly clear to me that I was a confirmed homosexual, a gay, as the common parlance puts it. I have said earlier that I had realised my own sexuality from a much earlier age, but my final term at Sheldon served to consolidate this fact in my mind. I realised that I just had to accept the fact that I had no interest in the opposite sex whatsoever and that my entire sexual thoughts, with which I was totally preoccupied at this time, were directed towards the male sex. So here I was, knowing that I was gay but with no sexual experience at all beyond Charlie’s anus and with no idea what I should now do in life.
As I told you earlier, I had always excelled at athletics and had been a keen gymnast, with the result that by the time my eighteenth birthday arrived, I had developed a fine muscular physique, far better that that of any of my classmates. Additionally, I had been endowed by nature with a larger than average cock. In my final sixth months at Sheldon, I spent a lot of my spare time in the gym, working out and building up my physique, so that by the time I left that establishment, I had a magnificently muscular body and and a thick, eight inch long cock, which, as I remarked earlier, made my classmates green with envy. My cock was, in fact, my pride and joy, for I had been cleanly circumcised at birth, with the result that my cock head, or knob as I call it, was very pronounced and had an excellent rim, which set it off to perfection. All in all, my sexual equipment looked absolutely terrific, as my balls were held highly beneath my shaft, so that this vital combination formed one magnificent tool, of which I was inordinately proud; I just loved looking at myself naked in a mirror: an utter narcissist I suppose, but who cares? We are all what we are and have to live with ourselves as we are; I suppose that sounds a bit trite, but there it is, at least the way I see it myself.
Given my sexual orientation, I had also spent a good deal of time surfing the internet during my final months at Sheldon. I hate to think what the Prick would have done to my arse if he had found out how I spent my spent my spare time on the computer, but suffice it to say that by the time I left Sheldon, there was little I thought I did not know about the behaviour of gay men, a group to which I realised that I would, sooner or later, belong. In short I was theoretically fully aware of what my future life would be as a totally committed gay, but I had not the slightest idea of how I was to enter into the gay world to which I knew I belonged.
So I left Sheldon School and returned for the first time in years, to my Aunt Agatha’s house in Boston: I really had nowhere else to go, so it had to be my first port of call. Of course I was now of age, being eighteen and a half years old, so that my aunt, my only living relative, was no longer my guardian; I was, so to speak ‘my own man’ and could do as I pleased.
Aunt Agatha received me with little enthusiasm and I then learned from her that I had, in fact, to my name a sum of some ten thousand dollars, which was all that remained of the money which I had inherited on the death of my parents. I have to say, that I had had no idea that I had inherited anything from my parents, but it now transpired that I had been the beneficiary of a quite sizeable sum, which Aunt Agatha had used to pay for my schooling and upkeep at Sheldon. So, in fact, I myself had paid all the expenses for my entire life since the age of two when my parents had been killed in the automobile accident, with my own inheritance, of which I was now left with the small residual sum of around ten thousand dollars.
Dear Aunt Agatha had not spent a single dime of her own money on me during my entire life. The old trout was quite open about what she had done and handed me a detailed account as to how my money had been spent over the past sixteen years, which even included paying for the lunches to which she took me on her four times a year visit to Sheldon: to her credit, every last thing was broken out in detail. In fact, Aunt Agatha, the dried-up old prune, knew exactly where my inheritance had gone. She turned out to have been an absolute skinflint; even the small presents she had sent me for Christmas and my birthdays over the years, turned out to have been paid for by me!
So, with no warm feelings, of any kind at all ,towards Aunt Agatha and without a clue what I was going to do, I packed my few belongings together, bought a train ticket to New York and, the next day, left Aunt Agatha and Boston forever. I neither kissed her goodbye nor did I thank her for looking after me, which she had manifestly not done; I just took what was left of my inheritance and left. I vowed, there and then, to myself that I would never ever treat anyone with such remote disdain as she had treated me: so there was a lesson I had learned from the old trout!
Chapter 7
I really had no idea what I was going to do in New York. I had my patrimony in the form of the ten thousand dollars which my aunt had handed over to me and so I was not immediately destitute, but I realised that I had to find a job as my cash would not last long. Anyway, I had to find somewhere to live and after a few nights in a cheap hotel and studying the property to-let ads in the papers, I found myself a small, furnished, two room apartment with a kitchen and bathroom on the upper west side of the city, which I was able to rent on a monthly basis, so if things did not work out I could leave pretty quickly.
All in all, it was a pretty grotty sort of place, but with cash tight I felt I had not much option. Now, as anyone who knows New York at all would tell you, this was not the best place in the city to settle, but at least I could afford it and I had a roof over my head whilst I got my bearings in this, to me, hitherto unknown city. I also acknowledged to myself that without a regular job generating some steady income, my ten thousand dollars would soon be gone, so finding gainful employ was top priority, but what? What, I asked myself, could I offer any prospective employer? My high school diploma was literally a useless piece of paper as far as I could see.
I lashed out and bought myself a laptop computer, for one thing I had learned at Sheldon via the computer lab was that life was much easier with access to the Internet. So I now had the means to conduct my first orientation searches. What I quickly found out was that gays were super-well catered for at every level in New York life and so I started exploring a few bars to see what gay life was like in the city in the hope that I might get to know a few guys.
As I have already explained, I knew that I was totally and unequivocally gay, and I felt, from my surfing of gay male sites on the internet that I knew the sort of things gay men got up to with each other, but I had no practical experience beyond Charlie’s arsehole; in brief I was an eighteen year old anal virgin who had had one and only one sex partner to date! But, one thing was sure; I really did know how to fuck butt and I reckoned that I had a cock big enough to satisfy even the most demanding of arses!
My sexual urges were now so strong that I could hardly live with myself, and so, like so many others before me, I relieved my frustrations by regularly jerking off. Unfortunately, my brief visits to gay bars did little for me, for I soon realised that as a meeting place for like minds, such bars were not for me; they all seemed so very seedy and I could not see myself picking up a partner in such locations. I began to ask myself if I was not just a snob; was I simply being too picky? But I somehow could not see myself ever becoming part of that scene; so what next?
I realised that my cock desperately needed some exercise with a third party, but at the same time I had to acknowledge to myself that I was incredibly scared of taking the first step in what was the real world. I suddenly realised just how much I missed Charlie and being able to fuck him and that I had to find a new partner as soon as possible. I also had to face up to the fact that sooner or later I would have to surrender my anal virginity and let him ream out my own hole, although I was terrified at the thought of that first time, when another guy’s tool would enter my body.
For that matter, even thought I was fully experienced at fucking butt, I asked myself how I would take the first step and stick my cock up the anus of an unknown guy. I felt I knew all about fucking butt, but when I analysed my feelings more deeply, I realised that I had no idea at all of how I would feel or perform, when confronted for the first time with a new anus; and the more I thought about it, the more scared I became. It was not the same as with Charlie and could never be, but I was scared and I really didn’t have a clue. Charlie had been the one who had originally come on to me, that day when we were alone in the showers and proposed that I fuck his hole and I had never given any thought as to how I would find an alternative harbour for my cock now that Charlie was but a memory – and a fast disappearing one at that, I might add. So much for the private thoughts of a young man who thought that he understood everything about gay sex, but who found the practicalities of getting into the stream somewhat daunting.
Another burning problem was that I had to find a gym where I could continue to work out on a regularly basis, as exercise was a key component of my regular life. Athletics and sport had been the two areas where I had excelled at Sheldon, but nevertheless, I did not see myself as a professional athlete. I just wanted to keep fit and look after my physique, in which I had that deeply narcissistic interest which |I have already mentioned; I just loved looking at myself naked in full length mirror and no one could have been a greater admirer of my cock than myself. All in all I thought that I looked absolutely terrific naked, but what did others think of me? I really had no idea.
Although I was not yet sexually active in New York, I had given a lot of thought to what was generally called ‘safe sex’. Surfing the web, I had become acutely aware of the danger of HIV infection and its sequel, AIDS, and I realised that I had to get myself familiar with protective methods now that I was in the big city and on the prowl, so to speak. Anyway I found a sex shop which sold everything a guy might need for his cock. The checkout clerk was a really helpful guy and showed me a recently introduced condom pack under the brand name Fukit, which he thought was an abbreviation for ‘fuck-kit’, as the supplier had had the good idea of providing a flat pack of two condoms specially intended for gay sex together with two sachets of lubricant.
As the sales guy said, it really was a neat small kit for fucking and handy for slipping into any pocket. He also pointed out to me how important lubrication was in anal sex, for as he explained, men just do not autolube themselves in the way a woman does when sexually aroused, which was something which had never occurred to me. So, gay sex had to involve lubricants if it was to be a comfortable as well as an erotic experience.
What had I done all those times with Charlie, I wondered; I guess it was a bit of spit and soap, looking back on it, but it had not seemed a very important question at the time; with the enthusiasm of youth, I had just banged away at Charlie’s hole and he had taken the rough with the smooth. Lubrication with a specially designed lubricant was not anything which had ever crossed my mind until the sales clerk mentioned it. Anyway I bought myself a couple of dozen of these useful packs and although I had never pulled a condom on to my cock in my life, I realised that the day I found that hitherto elusive first time partner, I would need to be ready and so I always had a packet of Fukits on me.
Having kitted myself out with the bare necessities of safe sex accoutrements, I decided to open up a Fukit pack and try putting on a condom in private so that I knew how to do it. My cock, eight inches long when soft, expanded to ten hard inches and I discovered that the Fukit rubbers were generously sized and long enough for me to sheath my entire tool. The Fukit lube pack was generous too. So I made sure that I offered up the rubber on the right way round, so that I could unroll it over the length of my shaft.
I also decided that I needed to attend to my wardrobe, for I had only my old school clothes, which were not exactly fashionable and none of which did anything to enhance my figure. Remember, as I have already told you, like many young gays who were body and cock conscious, I had a strong narcissistic streak; I liked looking at myself and hoped that other guys would look at me with envy, so suitably sexy clothes emphasising my physique seemed important.
So, I decided to splash out on an entirely new wardrobe. Out went the old Y fronts which I replaced with a set of form fitting thongs. I liked the idea of a well cut thong to support my crown jewels as they avoided the elasticised back legs of normal briefs, which I always thought spoiled the look of a guy’s buns through the seat of his pants. I had quite a time finding the right type of pants and jeans, for I wanted something form fitting to show off my bubble butt with smooth uninterrupted curves. At the same time I wanted them to be sufficiently tight to show any onlooker that he was looking at an exceptional set of fuck tools. As I have said, I was proud of my body and kit and saw no reason not to make the most of it.
Anyway, I finally found a shop which had what I wanted and bought myself several pairs of pants, some jeans, a couple of casual jackets and one designer type suit. I also acquired a dozen or so form fitting shirts, which married themselves to my torso and I included a couple which I could leave largely unbuttoned to show off my abdominal muscles. When I finally got myself dressed in one of these outfits for the first time, I looked at the results in a mirror and thought that I looked a very sexy and desirable stud: my clothes enhanced my muscles, my pants hugged my butt and gave me a discernible, but not too outrageous a crotch bulge; I was pretty sure that I would have no problem drawing looks of envy, if not more! I spent a very pleasant afternoon trying on my various outfits and admiring myself in the mirror. And, having finished admiring myself, I jerked off in front of the mirror and splattered it with a good dollop of my thick and creamy cum.; and that was the nearest I had come to sex since my arrival in New York.
Chapter 8
Having got myself settled in my little apartment and kitted myself out with a complete new wardrobe, I realised that I had now seriously to address two key problems: getting myself a job and finding myself my first sex partner. Dame fortune luckily intervened and provided the solution to both problems.
I had picked up one of those advertising free- sheets which proliferate in large cities, and started to read the ‘jobs vacant’ columns, where I came across a small ad.
So, I called Jonathan’s Gym, and talked to the owner, Jonathan, himself, telling him about my athletic prowess and so forth. Well, the upshot was that he asked me to come along to the gym straight away so that he could see me in person.
For those of you who are not familiar with New York, that vast green area called Central Park is a great divider and separates night (the West) from day (the East) and Jonathan’s East Side Gym, was a really upmarket establishment, with every conceivable amenity, an absolute necessity in attracting rich, young New Yorkers. Of course I was not one of these in that I was not in any way rich, but this did not matter, as I came from a private school, spoke well and had an upmarket name. Jonathan himself was a well set-up guy, aged about thirty at a guess, and he and I hit it off immediately, so I got the job, which did not pay a huge salary, some $600 per week, which was sure better than nothing. But Jonathan Smithers to give him his full name, also said that I could use the facilities myself in my spare time, which was a huge plus, as I absolutely needed a gym in which to work-out, which I could now do for free.
Jonathan expected me to work a five day-forty hour week. The gym was open from eight in the morning until eleven at night and there were four trainers in addition to me; we were able to arrange our shifts to suit ourselves, as long as there were always two trainers on duty at any one time, which suited me just fine as I could spend time during the day trying to find a more permanent post. The work was not onerous and consisted mainly of advising clients about the best type of exercise to achieve their hoped-for goals.
Jonathan’s was not an overtly homosexual establishment, but at a guess, I thought that the clientele was more or less evenly split between gays and straight guys. Nor was Jonathan’s a naked gym and all clients had to wear at least a pair of training shorts, However, I noticed that some of the more adventurous guys were working out in thongs, so that there was always lots of naked flesh and bulging crotches to look at; and look at it I did and with great pleasure, I might add! To any gay, there is always a great attraction in looking at another guy’s tools, and even though no one trained naked, there was a good deal of attractive crotch bulge to admire and to allow one to stretch one’s imagination as to what was concealed might look like if ever it saw the light of day. I can tell you I needed to keep strict control of my own cock as just looking at some of the better equipped guys, made my man-meat stir uncomfortably. Not for nothing is it sometimes referred to as one’s uncontrollable flesh. It tells you what it wants you to do, but it is up to you, its owner, to keep control. At the end of the day, it is much like walking a dog. Which so often would take over and drag the owner around; how often one sees it! I can quite easily see how rape occurs; a guy simply cannot control himself; he lacks the self discipline so necessary in life and by allowing his cock to dictate is actions, finds himself in a whole load of trouble.
We the trainers all wore the same outfit supplied by Jonathan: A well cut pair of shorts and a tee shirt with the logo, ‘Jonathan’s’ emblazoned across the chest. Jonathan himself was often around and wore the same outfit. Judging from the bulge in his shorts, he was also well equipped in the man-meat department. For myself, when I was off duty and working out myself, I saw no reason not to show off my assets and so I always wore a simple thong, which showed off my naked bubble butt and made a very alluring bulge of my cock and balls, which ultimately led to my ‘breakthrough’ into the gay world. Here is how it all came about.
I had been working at Jonathan’s about ten days, when, early one Monday evening I noticed one very well set-up young guy was watching me. That day, when I went into the changing room to get my towel for the shower, this fellow followed me into the shower room a few minutes later. He really had a very attractive muscular body and a decent cock, though not anywhere as big as mine.
However, we found ourselves, at that moment, quite alone under the showers and he said, “I guess you are new around here as I have only seen you these last few days. My name is Craig, Craig Thompson.”
“Sebastian Watson – nice to meet you,” I replied, “I’m a temporary training assistant. I’ve only been here a few days. I’m just on a two month contract to replace that guy with the knee injury.”
Craig was not backward in coming forward and came directly to the point. “I really admire your figure and your kit,” he said, focusing his gaze on my cock, “You are quite the best set-up stud I have ever seen in this gym. Look, I live not far from here, how about coming back to my place with me after we’re done here and having a drink? It would let us get to know one another a little better, if you see what I mean.”
Well of course I could see what he meant. I really had no experience at all of being picked up by anyone, but this seemed to me quite the quickest pick-up I could have wished for. Anyway, there seemed little reason to refuse his invitation, as Craig was in a different league to the gays I had seen whilst trawling the gay bars, looking unsuccessfully, for some casual sex, but having been puit off by the sordid look of it all. So, we left Jonathan’s together. Craig lived in an apartment block just a few minutes walk away from the gym. It was a truly up-market place with a uniformed doorman who called the elevator for us. Craig’s place was absolutely enormous and beautifully furnished with modern furniture. It turned out that it was a penthouse suite and had a large roof terrace with a fine view back to Central Park.
Chapter 9
“Pour yourself a drink,” said Craig, “while I go and make myself more comfortable.”
He was back two minutes later, stark naked, a fact which did not at all surprise me as I had already realised back at the gym that this guy was hot to have sex with me.
Craig looked at me and said, “You don’t seem very surprised to see me like this.”
“Why should I,” I said, “Come on, Craig, we both know that you invited me here to fuck – to copulate, to put it in polite, but less immediate and less graphic words, so why don’t we just get on with it?” And with that I started to strip-off in front of him.
I have to say, that in adopting this bold and assertive attitude, my heart was in my mouth. Craig clearly thought that I was an experienced guy sexually, and had no idea at all that I was, in fact an anal virgin. But it seemed to me that it was now or never. I had not had sex with anyone since leaving school and I desperately wanted to fuck butt. Craig was a good looking guy, obviously well heeled financially in his own apartment, coming on to me, so it seemed to me that I would never do any better; and, I had taken to him at first sight – often a good sign. So, putting on my bravest face, I screwed up my courage and acted as if what we were about to do – and at that stage, I was not at all clear what exactly Craig wanted of me – was an everyday event for me.
I had already seen Craig naked in the showers just a few hours earlier, but looking at him more closely, here in his own place, I realised what a beautiful and well set up stud he truly was. He had not one ounce of fat on his well muscled body, which was perfectly proportioned and avoided that muscular over development which many young guys attain due to excessive exercise. His cock was also very, very attractive, not as big as mine but nevertheless a tool which any young man would be proud to own and as I looked at him I could see that it was already beginning to stand to attention. Yes, all in all Craig was a highly desirable and fuckable commodity, and I thought to myself how lucky I was to be invited to have sex with him. But the feeling was obviously totally mutual, for as I stripped of my clothes I could see that Craig’s eyes were glued on me.
He gazed at my naked figure, whistled and said, “You know, Sebastian, you really are something – a great piece of work. I cannot take my eyes off you and just look at your cock – what a gem of a tool you have. And then, without more ado, he dropped on his knees in front of me took my already rising cock in his mouth and started sucking vigorously. Apart from that first time in the showers with Charlie, this was the only the second time in my life that my cock had ever been in another guy’s mouth and I have to say, I did not find it at all disagreeable. Within seconds I was completely hard and I pulled myself away from Craig, who instinctively got to his feet.
I said, “My cock is telling me that it is in need of immediate exercise, so how do you like it?” I really hadn’t a clue what Craig was going to say, but actions speak louder than words and I soon realised that I had nothing to be bothered about.
Without a word, he went over to the table and lay down on it flat on his back, with his feet on the table edge and his legs spread so that I could see the chasm between his thighs, leading down to my target. Craig had a beautiful arse and his hole was really tight, something which I was already used to, as Charlie too had had a very tight anus, From my internet research, I had learned that a tight anus was a very desirable attribute, as it provided the best sensation to the guy who was doing the fucking; in a word, a tight hole gripped the fucker’s cock really tightly, making for an excellent fuck. This was going to be a first for me, in what is called the mission position, as I had only ever shafted Charlie from behind.
Craig said, “Just give my hole a thorough pounding. Don’t hold back – just fuck me as hard as you can. I really need it: I am just dying to take your cock.”
I fished a packet of Fukits out of my coat pocket and rolled on a condom over my rock hard tool and then applied the lube from the packet ready shaft him. I was really glad that I had made a trial run on fitting a condom a few days earlier as I would have hated to have got the rubber on the wrong way and been unable to unroll it – a common occurrence, apparently with first timers.
“It’s great what you are doing,” said Craig, “I can see that you are a real pro, lubing up like that, but tell you what, we can make it even better. Just go over to that drawer over there and get out one of the small lube packs you will see there”
So, there it was, Craig thought I was a real pro. as he put it: if only he had known! What I found in the drawer was an open box containing several sachets of lubricant marked AnoLube, each equipped with a longish nozzle, which Craig instructed me to push into his rectum and squeeze the lube out.
“You’ll see,” he said, “You are just going to have the smoothest and most comfortable fuck of your life.”
Of course he had no idea that what I was actually going to experience was the first adult fuck of my life! This, so-called mission position was something I had never experience with Charlie, and I began by pushing my cock very gently against Craig’s sphincter.
“Go on, just push it in hard – that is what I like – don’t hold back, I want really rough sex right now and I enjoy the entry pain, it adds spice to the whole affair.”
I was amazed how easy it was to penetrate Craig and as I gave him the full length of my cock, I realised that this was a most wonderful sensation, which knocked what I had done with Charlie for a six. So, once inside him, I did as he had asked and pumped his butt with ever increasing force as I steadily lengthened my stroke. It was quite true what he had said, for the internal lube really did work wonders and fucking Craig was one of the defining moments of my life: I had never experienced anything like it – it was absolutely heavenly and I just loved it.
I finally climaxed with a huge cum shot into the condom and he simultaneously ejaculated his load all over himself, my chest and my belly: he absolutely drenched the pair of us in his cream.
I collapsed on top of him with the effort and was about to withdraw when he said, “Don’t pull back yet, stay inside me and see if you can do it again. Just take a short breath and see how it goes.”
I found it quite easy to give a repeat performance, which led to a load of my cum escaping, from the now overfull condom, on to the table. Craig again managed to time his ejaculation to coincide with mine and shot his cum all over my chest yet again. We finished up lying there, covered in one another’s sperm. It was a wonderful feeling, which cannot adequately be described to anyone who has not himself experienced it firsthand. I think, looking back on it, it was a case of absolute mutual desire and attraction which spurred us on. I had been desperate for a fuck, having had sex with no one since the day I had left Sheldon, and I had wanted to fuck him just as much as he wanted to be fucked. There was a feeling of complete harmony between us and the sensation of mutual contentment was palpable. It was a quite extraordinary union, for only an hour ago we had not even known each other, but we had managed twice to climax together at the same time.
Craig finally said to me, “You know, Sebastian, that was easily the best fuck I have ever had in my life and believe me, I have taken quite a number of different cocks up my arse over the last few years, but you really are absolutely the tops – you have one of the most beautiful cocks I have ever seen; no, I tell lie, you have the most beautiful cock I have ever seen and boy, you really do know how to make a guy happy using it. Now, how about that I do for you what you have just done for me. I am not going to say that I can give as stellar a performance as you have just given, but I am sure that you will, not be disappointed. So, how about it, as I believe in our both being totally satisfied?”
An invisible shiver of fear and doubt swept through me at his suggestion that he should do the same to me. Craig had no idea at all that he had picked up an anal virgin who had never ever taken another man’s cock up his own hole. I wondered what I could say; here I was before the abyss, that great void of fear which I had dreaded coming, but here it was: the moment of truth had arrived; was it to be now or never that I allowed a foreign cock into my body for the first time? I knew that it had to happen sometime, but was now the moment? I was just scared at the thought of what Craig was proposing to do to me. Ask me not why I had such fear; Craig was only proposing to do to me what I had just done to him and here I was trembling inwardly with fear at the prospect.
Craig realised that I was hesitant and asked me what the problem was. I had a hard time knowing what to say to him, as I was faced for the first time with a situation which I knew had to come one day, but in front of which I had no ready answer. For a few moments I was totally tongue-tied.
But Craig was a very astute observer and realised that something was wrong, so he bailed me out of my dilemma by saying, “Tell you what, I’m damned hungry after all that, so let me take you out to dinner. There is an excellent steak house just around the corner and that will give us time to get to know one another better. After all, that was the reason I invited you around to my place to have a drink.”
“Oh come on Craig,” I said, “we both know that you invited me here and I accepted in the full knowledge that we both wanted to fuck.”
“Well,” said Craig, laughing, “there may well be an element of truth in what you say, but that does not preclude that it might be nice, now that we have sort of got partially acquainted, if we got to know a little more about each other. After dinner, if you feel like it, but with no obligation, you can come back here with me and we can try to take up where we left off. But let’s be clear, there is no pressure – it’s up to you.”
Well, what could I say, this guy was just so nice that I could not refuse and I somehow felt that things were going to work out all right for me. Craig was really ‘sympa’ as the French would say. So off to dinner we went.
To be continued.