This story only has characters over the age of 18.
My birthday was an awkward date, January 5th and this one was to prove a particularly eventful one.
I'm Jack and my birthday was to be my eighteenth.
I had been so excited because it was the day I was going to come out and get myself some action. I'd known I was gay for a few years now but had gone through the pretence of dating girls. It never felt quite right though and I was determined that I would not conform to a straight relationship just to please others.
I live with my widowed mother and I was sure she had guessed which way I was going, due to the stack of gay magazines under my bed but she said nothing. I just used to throw them untidily under the bed but every so often, she would clean my room and leave them in date order in piles.
It was scarcely plausible that she had never looked at them. She was going to be working late at the hospital on my birthday, which left me to my own devices.
My mission was to get cock. Any size, any age, I really wasn't fussy. I just wanted to taste cock and be fucked. Surely not too much to ask?
My mother wanted to take me out for a meal on the Friday night instead but I convinced her to leave it until Monday. I would have more fun on my own. I wanted to tell her I was after cock but couldn't manage it.
I spent an hour getting myself ready and admired myself in my long bedroom mirror. At 5'8", I naively considered most guys out there would be taller and dominant, which suited me to a tee. I ran my hands over my lithe body, closing my eyes as I did so, dreaming it was the man who was going to take me.
I already had an idea of my destination, a bar that I knew was gay-friendly. I got there early, in order to avoid the doormen going on duty as I didn't want turned away. I looked my age, certainly no younger and I wanted in.
The inside was dimly-lit and I sat at a table in the corner, trying to take in the atmosphere before deciding my next move. My palms were sweating and I was beginning to wonder if I had the bottle to carry on.
Then, I saw somebody enter that made me freeze. It was Mr Simmons, my Economics teacher at school. I tried to shrink back and hoped he wouldn't see me but my attempt was futile and he strode towards me. He stopped a few feet away and took in my appearance.
"Hello Jack. Here for a special occasion?" He asked in that typical teachers voice that demanded an answer.
"It's my 18th birthday, Mr Simmons, sir." I stated.
He nodded. "Cut the formality Jack, in here you can call me Lee."
"Okay Mr...erm...Lee." I stumbled.
"So what made you come here of all places? Are you meeting someone?"
I tried to regain my composure before answering him.
"Oh, I just popped in to see what it was like, I'm not meeting anyone." I replied defensively.
Again he nodded, without speaking and I felt brave and went on the offensive.
"What about you Lee? Why are you here?"
This time he laughed. "I think we're here for the same thing Jack but with a subtle difference."
"And what's that?" I tried replying confidently.
"You're looking for cock and I'm looking for arse." He said full of certainty.
I tried to look shocked but he saw right through me.
"Now we understand each other, Jack, may I buy you a drink?" He smiled for the first time and I remembered why I had such a crush on him in class. Now there was every chance that crush could be turned into a reality.
"How about a 'sex on the beach'?" I answered cheekily.
"Your wish is my command....for now."
I watched as Lee approached the bar. He was only in his early 30's and had a fit body. He had been a budding professional footballer, before injury called an untimely halt to his career and propelled him into teaching.
He looked as if he had come straight from school, wearing his brown suit with waistcoat.
