1)
"Ok Mate, see you at central at 2" I quickly entered into my phone and sent the message. It probably be later than 2, because I was never on time as I always missed the train or the train was late. More than likely the train would be late as it was a match day. Danny had got tickets for a Welsh international in the Millennium Stadium. When he had said he got international tickets I thought it was for the Rugby. Unfortunately it turned out to be football, a game I despise. Not only that it was a friendly, so I was going to watch a sport I cannot stand and it was going to be completely pointless. Ok I say I despise football, but I enjoy the world cup and I also support Cardiff City..........when they are winning. Yes, I'm a glory seeker and once they fuck up (again and again) in the play offs, I curse and swear like all good supporters, then I go back to despising the game again. Rugby on the other hand is my passion and a game at the stadium during the Six Nations or an Autumn International is electric and the Welsh supporters are the best in the world.
I cursed Danny when he said he had football tickets, but they were cheapish and we both agreed it would still be a good day for a few drinks and the atmosphere around the stadium would still be good.
The last time I saw Danny was over three years ago, so it was going to be good catching up with him. We have known each other since school, where he was a complete cunt. However, when we got to college, we became good friends especially over music and sports. And our incompetence at speaking to and getting girls.
2)
"Sorry mate, the train is fucking late be there shortly".
The train pulled into Cardiff Central at half past. The station was heaving with fans and shoppers. There were stewards in jackets diverting people to the back of the station. The good thing there was no one to ask me for a ticket nor when I left the station, the bad thing was I had to walk around to meet Danny. At the front of the station.
"You're late you prick"
"Nice to see you too" I said shaking his hand. "Didn't you get my text?"
"Yeh, but you are still a prick" he said laughing. "Luckily it is a late kick off so we have a few hours of serious drinking.
We decided we would go for a couple at the Prince of Wales. Now although this was a Wetherspoons in Cardiff, this didn't stop them charging West End prices as it was a match day. The place was over crowded with people pushing and shoving to get a watered down Fosters. It looked like the Bouncers didn't give a fuck either as the place was full with obvious underage kids drinking WKD or other crappy alcopops.
We eventually got served after 10 minutes waiting and we shouted at each other as that was the only way of hearing each other. The lager tasted like piss, but it would do. We attempted to get another one, but it was pointless, the bouncers had let even more people in.
"Come on lets go somewhere else" I suggested and we left. We attempted to get in a few other places, but it was worthless. Some places were even charging to get in.
"This is fucking shit" Danny said "we still have two hours until kick off and we can't get in anywhere.
"Come on lets try Mill Lane" I suggested.
We walked down St Mary Street and across to Mill Lane. It was pretty much the same. I was about to suggest getting some cans from the Off Licence and drinking in the park, when I noticed that the Kings Cross was only half as busy as the other bars across the city.
"Come on Dan, lets try here"
We both knew that this was a gay pub, but why would that matter. We both had gay friends and Danny's flat mate was gay. We walked in and we got served almost immediately by a cute girl. I smiled when she served me, which she completely ignored. It didnt even cross my mind that she wasnt gay.
As it was a nice day, we sat outside the pub. The stress of the Wetherspoons and the overcrowded city was forgotten and we both started having a good time. We had about 3 or 4 good quality beers there. I almost forgot about the game until Danny reminded me that kick off was in less than an hour. "We should leave in half an hour, what you reckon?" I sighed and agreed. Danny then noticed someone he recognised and called them over. He introduced me and we shook hands. I then explained that I would get some more drinks and went back into the pub.
3)
The bar was fairly busy at this time and I decided that I would go to the bathroom first hoping that the bar would be quiet when I got back. The toilets were upstairs of the pub and I went into the Gents. It was a typical pub toilets – a couple of urinals and a few stalls. I stood by a urinal and started to have a piss. I then noticed a guy at the urinal next to mine and I happened to glance at his cock. I noticed he was uncut, which made me want to stare more. I continued to piss and then I he asked "You going to the game?"
I looked at him. He was about 5'9, black hair, brown eyes, stubble. He was a good looking guy. Which made my cock stir. He also looked around my age, which at the time was 28.
"Yeh, although we would probably lose"
He laughed and agreed. I also noticed that his eyes were staring directly at my cock now.
The last couple of years, I have found myself to be more curious than I ever was. Even when I was with my Ex girlfriend. When she would fuck me off or even if she hadn't I would log on to gay chat rooms and speak with other curious men. On more than one occasion I would go on webcam and would watch them slowly (or fastly) masturbate until they cum. It would then be my turn. It would turn me on so much. I found it exciting. I never wanted to see their faces, just their hard cocks. I would only want them to be uncut, as I wanted them to be like me. If they were not I would log off and try find another guy. Other times without cameras I would describe how I would love to put my wet mouth over their hard pricks. I was never disgusted with myself and I knew it was only down to my curiosity. On the occasions when my internet connection was down, I would think about stroking a thick uncut cock and moving slowly down his body and fucking his cock with my mouth I would cum thinking about it.
I continue to piss and I could still see he was watching. He had stopped, but I noticed he had not put his cock away. He started to shake it.......slowly. It was like he wanted me to stare, which I did. My cock was starting to throb and I took my cock out again and started rubbing and I pulled back my foreskin. I snapped out of it and put my cock away. I really wanted to lean over and grab his cock, but I didnt want this to happen is a dingy toilet I looked at him and he smiled which I returned. We both went to the sink and we washed our hands and dried them. On leaving the bathroom he asked me my name, which I gave him and he told me his name was Aaron. I wanted to arrange to meet up with him, but on getting to the bottom of the stairs we said to each other to have a good day and he went outside and I went to the bar, which was now practically empty. When the same girl that had served me before asked what I wanted to drink, it was a few seconds before I responded, as I was still in a daze. I apologised and she served me. This time she smiled.
When I returned outside Danny and his friend were still chatting. I gave Danny his drink and just looked into my pint and sipped it. After about 5 minutes, I heard
"Allan, hey Allan hows it going?"
I looked around and it was Aaron. He was smiling at me and he extended his arm in order for me to shake his hand. I shook it.
"Um, I'm pretty good thanks" I said confusingly. "How things with you?"
"Good good" Arron responded. "You going to the game?
Again confused, I said "um yes, I am, lets hope its good.
Aaron laughed "Yeh lets hope" He turned to Danny and introduced himself and they shook hands. "How thing's I'm Arron, we work together"
I looked between Danny and Arron and smiled nervously "Yeh, been one hell of a crappy week hasn't it"
"Well its been good seeing you. You guys out after the game? He asked.
