Here I am, chatting away to a total stranger in a van travelling half-way across the country, and it's 3am. I'm tired, I'm content, and I've still got a faint whiff of man in my nose. I'll catch you up to speed with this, one of the most interesting days of my life!
It started with me taking this apprentice work for a company I'm hoping to join. It's a simple job; cart a load of building materials down to the south of England from here in Scotland, sign some papers, build something for them, then head back. Two man job, not particularly difficult. BUT, it does involve a 12 hour drive, both ways, overnight. I need the experience, I have no social life, it's perfect!
My travelling buddy is an older guy from the building company. He looks to be in his late 40's, stocky and handsome with dark brown hair and completely clean shaven; just how I like them. I, myself, am what I refer to as "Very Bi". I love girls my age just as much as I love men far older than myself. I have a real thing for Daddies, but have yet to take this preference any further than fantasies in my bed, alone.
Okay so now that the background check is done, let me catch you up to the interesting part. We had traveled all the way down, chatting pleasantly with niceties and small-talk as we went. John was pretty fun to be around, he was a gruff but decent guy who didn't really have any problems with chatting for long periods of time, even if it was about basically nothing. We did the work; a few hours of labour harder than I expected, ate, then jumped right back in the van and started the drive back through the night. John drove both ways, which I had apologised for several times (my lack of a driver's license didn't make me feel any less guilty), but he seemed happy just to have company.
Around midnight we both started getting pretty tired. You know that feeling when it's super late and suddenly everything becomes super funny and your inhibitions start stripping away? Well I was feeling that washing over me. John, as the designated driver, was sturdy in the face of the moon. He must've done this trip a few times. I, on the other hand, started talking about some wacky shit. I felt pretty comfortable around John, so I found myself chatting about growing up in the 90's/00's.
"Yeah I was a teenager when the internet became readily available. We had it in our house by the time I was 15-ish. Which was PERFECT timing for puberty!" I chuckled, feeling a little bashful about the line I was unwillingly creeping up on. But John didn't mind, it seemed.
"Haha! Back in my day the only way I could see naked boys it would be in the shower on in the magazines I kept hidden in my shed!" John replied.
"Oh so you're gay... or bi?" I immediately knew I had probably overstepped the line, but John's demeanour didn't indicate this wouldn't get a reasoned response. And I was genuinely curious!
"I used to be bi, still am I guess, but I'm pretty much openly gay. Have been for abouttttt... 20 years I think? Jesus that's a long time. Man it's so different from when I was in my 20's like you."
"Well I'm bi now, so hey maybe I'll swing one way or another in the future, too. Haha" I felt the nervousness of that laugh in my soul. I was trying to match John's self-assuredness but to be honest my heart was pounding. This was the first time I had talked about this kinda thing to anyone! Nevermind the fact that I essentially just came out to a gay Daddy in an enclosed space!
"Oh yeah? Well with Grindr and the internet I'm sure you're able to find your pick of guy much easier than in my day."
"Oh well I've never actually *met* with a guy before. It's more of a, personal... thing..." There goes my confidence! Slipping away...
"You should try it soon. You've gotta be comfortable, sure, but the more you try at your age the less you'll regret later on. I know a lot of guys who only came out in their 40's and they really wish they had tried more at a younger age. Not pushing you into anything, just speaking for all the guys who wished someone told them." We laughed. I relaxed so much at this. He went on to tell me about his life a bit more, now that we had reached into this territory. Not getting too explicit, he managed to give me a run-down of his sexual exploits.
"Wow so you're pretty active these days, huh? More so now than ever, it sounds like" I exclaimed.
"Yeah, now that I know what I want it becomes much easier, and more fun." He smiled.
"So what is it that you want? What do you look for?" I asked.
"Well I'm into all sorts of guys, I'm not picky. But I do have a thing for younger guys."
"Twinks?"
"Yeah a little. I dunno, I'm not crazy about the smooth, hairless part that the word "Twink" implies, but having a younger guy can be fun as fuck."
