I've always lead a pretty average life by most standards. I'd be lying if I said that getting ladies in my bed took no effort at all. Of course, I've still had my fair share of flings and relationships. I'm not a bad looking guy. I'm 22 years old, 6'0, about 170, well shaved and groomed over all my body.
I like to think that a big part of me having a hard time with girls is my constant crappy financial situation. I work a crappy paying nine to five, I drive a 90' Topaz that constantly gives me new things to replace and or fix. And I never seem to have a single dime to spare after I get done paying the bills to my place. And just having moved leaving me with no friends or family in the state really didn't sit well with me. I'd say that my being sick of just barely getting by is the main reason that I did all this that I'm about to tell you.
I was pulled over on the side of the road a good ten or fifteen miles from my house. My 'dependable' car had started over-heating so my choices were to sit and wait, or try and fix the thing as if I knew how to. I'd taken a seat on the trunk of my car after getting sick of waiting inside when a truck pulled up behind me. Out from the truck came a large scruffy looking man. Just from his appearing and his pulling over I assumed he was a mechanic or familiar with cars so I eagerly welcomed his presence. So not to cause any problems for him I'll just call him Robert. I told him a little bit about the car and instead of lifting up the hood he suggested we go to a bar just down the street and burn some time. Normally I'd have dismissed the thought of going to a bar with a guy, especially a guy like him, that I didn't know, but sadly enough I had nothing better to do.
Once there, we bought a couple rounds and talked about things of no real importance. Somewhere in the mix of it all I'd mentioned how I didn't have a whole lot of money I could spend on what I wanted to. He apparently gave this a little more thought than I did. No more than a half hour passed by before I decided I'd get back to my car and see if I could make it home.
As I walked from the bar to my car, Rob jogged up beside me and from out of no where tells me he's got a proposition for me. He tells me that he'll give me 1,500 cash if I'll leave my car where it is and come to his house for the weekend. This kind of money may not seem like much to a lot of people, but 1,500 un-taxed extra bucks to spend on whatever I wanted was very tempting. On the other hand, I knew he didn't want me to come to his house to play catch and I've always been straight. Being with a man in that way simply wasn't on my 'To Do' list. I knew it was a stupid thing to ask, but it's the first thing that came to my lips "Why??" "Because I'm a man with less than usual tastes." "What would I have to do...?" "Anything I want you to do." Ok, so it's not the smartest idea to give your self to a complete stranger for a weekend. It's not the most appealing idea to know that I'll probably be doing all sorts of sexual favors for this grizzly looking man, but I've got greed. I wanted the money, I needed the money, I accepted his offer. I hesitantly got in his truck, probably more nervous than I'd ever been in my life, and didn't say a single word. He didn't make any effort to start up any conversation on the way to his house, which was out in the middle of no where as far as I could tell. We drove for an hour, which seemed like days, on country roads that I'd never seen or heard of before. Finally we pulled up into the driveway. The houses had acres between them. All of the 'middle of no where' stuff made me even more nervous.
Rob unlocked his door "Not getting cold feet are you?" I came out of my little daze and shook my head "No, just looking around." Once inside the house I couldn't help but notice how normal it seemed. After his offer, I immediately labeled him a freak and expected a very unusual house. I sat down at the kitchen table as he began to make himself something to eat. Then the line-up of questions started: "So, have you ever had sex with a man before?" "No!" "Ever wanted to?" "No." "Ever had anything in your asshole?" "No, Never!" I knew I had nothing to hide, but these questions were really making me nervous. He continued on with a few more questions, sticking to the sex theme, then suggested I go use the bathroom if I needed to. Despite it being a very weird thing to say, I jumped at the opening to leave the room and get a few minutes to relax. I went in the bathroom and sat down on the toilet with my head in my hands. I needed to calm down, recollect my thoughts, get a hold of myself. I just had to endure this for a couple nights then I get paid all that money. I hadn't even started though, and I felt like I was ready to throw up I was so nervous. Then came a knock at the door "You about done in there?" I got up and flushed the toilet, just to make it look like I had a valid reason for taking so long, then stepped out. "I'm done" He motioned for me to follow him down the hall where he pointed out his bedroom, then one door down, mine. He opened the door to a room with a bed, dresser, mirror, and a single lamp. No windows or light fixtures on the ceiling, just the lamp. He told me to get undressed and sit at the edge of the bed. While I was doing this, he went to his room for something. During my idle time I noticed the hooks on the ceiling. Upon his return with several strands of rope, I figured out real quick what those hooks would be for. I turned my body to the side slightly trying to conceal as many parts of my body as I could not being comfortable naked infront of anyone. Especially a guy like this.
