Thank heaven for the soaking last Saturday night after clubbing. I was tired and ready for the sack but when I left it was really coming down in torrents. There was me thinking I only have a mile to walk to home so I would just have to go for it.
But a well-timed hoot gladly put pay to that when this guy was peering his head through the window and offered me a lift.
I thanked him but hoped my wetness would not despoil his plush upholstery.
He laughed and said it could easily be fixed. He said his name was Ricardo, of Spanish ancestry, that he'd lived in Romford for nigh on twelve years.
He seemed easily to tell me all about himself whilst sat shivering beside him in the passenger seat.
I told him a bit about myself, that my name was Alex and I was twenty six.
"Ten years younger than me then that sounds about right, Alex."
I wondered what he meant and then it suddenly dawned on me, this pick up was not without a motive and when he said I had better disrobe and jump in a nice hot shower on arrival at his place I knew the score.
"I have been looking at you all evening in the club and was longing to talk to you. But it was so full I could not get near you, Alex."
It was my very first visit to a gay club which took a lot of doing for me. But such was my eagerness to find a mate I thought I'd give it a try.
I didn't think I would strike lucky already!
I knew I was gay as soon as I reached puberty, but kept it dark from my parents. I sort of gratified myself with the aid of those guy toys one can pick up at a private shop but as the time went by I realized there was a lot more to being gratified than with a cold plastic anal vibrator.
I yearned for the warmth and the love that a real person could give me and, putting it crudely, a guy with the firmness of a good hard cock which I could cherish. There would be no more 'plunging' or sucking plastic. I would happily have the real thing.
So, although I was tired and soaked and intended to make for my home as soon as possible I went along with Ricardo's suggestion. He seemed to be a nice guy and had a lovely aura about him so I was a goner.
In moment we drove up this long driveway and he showed me to the front door. I was really shivering and as I stepped inside I was still dripping all over his hall carpet.
"You had better get to the bathroom pretty quick Alex and jump in the shower. It is up the stairs frost right. I will drop you in something to change into temporarily, until you get yourself together."
I can tell you getting into that lovely hot shower was heaven. The bathroom was huge with all the latest gadgets. This guy was very comfortably off that was easy to see. And he liked me. Had my luck changed or was he simply being friendly without any motive, other than maybe friendship.
I guess I was hoping his intentions were because he fancied me as a prospective lover, else why would he have taken me back to his place, it would have been much easier and quicker for him to take me home.
But my undue concerns were soon verified when in while, he poked his head through the bathroom door and placed some pyjamas on the bathroom chair.
"I guess you wear pyjamas Alex but in any event, it is late and I can see you need sleep. You can join me in my bed if you want and I will have your clothes dried by the morning. Is that okay with you?"
Of course it was. Was my dream coming true? The thing is I was so bloody tired my senses were blurred but I decided to take the bull by the horns and accept his offer..
He was such a cool guy and I felt really attracted to him, the way he spoke, the way he looked and his considerate manner.
