In the last couple years I found out that I had a freaky adventurous side sexually. I had always been attracted to a great set of tits and a nice tight ass. What 21 year old guy wasn't? I could make a case for fucking almost any girl I saw. At that age, the male libido is on overdrive.
What I grew to understand was my kinkier desires, those private things that push your buttons, the secret wants that exist outside of what is typically considered normal. My first experience with "the dark side" (my more twisted sexual appetites) happened when I began masturbating outside in the open. That led to masturbating out in the full open view of truckers as they drove by, and finally to randomly propositioning random strangers on the phone basically begging them to let me blow them.
These are stories I've told before. What I came to understand after each experience was that I was most excited about was, what I could do next to up the ante. I was becoming a serial boundary pusher. I always wanted the next level, something new, more extreme, more twisted.
When I returned to college for my final year in the dorms, I left most of my experimental side closed up. Yes, I had sucked my first cock the previous summer. And yes, I did think about it everyday. I decided to focus on my studies and that meant limiting "complications" this final year. I still fucked my fair share of coeds. A man has needs after all. The only dark indulgence I had was during my nightly showers.
I always showered late at night. The primary reason was that I knew there would be stalls available and I could have privacy. Our showers were completely separate, so there was no opportunity to mess around, and you could jerk off in peace. That was the second reason I showered late. I would check the stalls looking for showers that had water on the floor. This meant they had been used recently. Once I made my pick, I would search the walls and floor for any remnants of a load deposited by the last guy in. When I found some sticky semen, it was like winning a scratch-off lotto ticket. I licked and sucked dozens of discarded loads off of the walls and floor that year. I even drained a couple of used condoms before popping them in my mouth like chewing gum. I was such a nasty pervert.
When I finished college, I moved into a big house with 5 other guy friends. We were all friends before school and from the same small semi-rural area. The place we rented was in the suburbs of a big city. We did the typical things a pack of young guys does. We went to the neighborhood bar. We chased women. We slept around with girls. The usual.
One of my roommates set up a computer and we got the internet for the first time outside of college. That was when I first discovered the world of chat rooms.
Chat rooms, for those unfamiliar, were basically rolling anonymous group texts hosted on shady primitive internet sites. The idea was connecting strangers for conversations. They were typically theme based, and you would scroll the platform looking for a chat whose topic interested you. No surprise, a huge portion of chat rooms were based around hooking up.
I found a chat room that was for people in my general urban area that were looking to talk. Upon entering, you were required to enter your A/S/L (age/sex/location). After doing so, people might reach out to engage you in private chat. Most chats immediately took on a sexual context. Chat rooms were a great way to let out your fantasies. You could spill to a stranger and take joy as they shared their seedy secrets with you.
I logged on one evening and began chatting with an older man in my area. He was 45, male, bisexual, and dominant. I was 21, confused, but eager. After an hour of chatting about blowjobs, he suggested we meet. I figured why not set it up. I could always back out if I wanted.
We agreed to meet the next morning in a McDonald's parking lot near my house at 9am. We would figure it out from there. I described my car, and we called it a night.
The next morning, I was still willing and that feeling of uneasy excitement gripped me. I walked to my car "on autopilot" and began driving. I pulled into the McDonald's parking lot about 15 minutes early. I wasn't sure I had the guts to go through with it. About 5 minutes before 9, I started my car and decided to leave. As I put my car in gear, a big white pickup truck pulled in beside me.
"Are you Jack?", he asked. He was an older white guy that gave off Marlboro Man vibes.
