(Takes up from end of Part Two.)
If I'd been somewhat preoccupied after my first encounter with Mike the week before, I was totally crazed now. I thought of him constantly, got hardons at awkward times, masturbated like I was 16 again.
Naturally, as someone who'd previously led a straight sex life, I wondered what this said about my sexuality. I said earlier that I was curious about gay sex, but now I wondered if something deeper was at work.
I was horny for Mike in a way I hadn't been for any person in years. By touching his cock, and kissing him so passionately, I'd set a fire that I sensed -- that I knew -- would be hard to put out.
What this meant in practical terms -- how far I might be willing to go with Mike -- was not yet clear. But the thrill I got from kissing him suggested I would enjoy other things that were previously unthinkable.
A lot depended on Mike, of course. I knew next to nothing about the guy, and I dreaded the possibility that he would get cold feet and ghost me at our meeting.
I need not have worried.
When I got to the bar on Wednesday, he was already there. When he saw me coming his way, a smile creased his lips.
"What?" I asked as we shook hands.
He leaned closer and said under his breath, "This is the first time I've seen you with your clothes on."
I felt myself blushing, but we both laughed.
I sat down. We ordered beers, and then there was an awkward silence.
What do you say to a guy you've had sex with but know absolutely nothing about?
"Okay," I finally said, setting the timer on my phone. "Your life in five minutes. Go."
Mike smiled and started talking.
He had grown up in Kansas City with two sisters and a brother. All except Mike still lived near their parents, and two had families of their own.
Mike's family had been fairly well off -- big house, good schools, travel. He'd been a decent student and a good lacrosse player in school, and actually got a scholarship to play D3 lacrosse in college. Then he parlayed an engineering degree into a good job in San Francisco, where he met his wife.
They'd been married about six years, he said, but they'd fought from the start and he thought it was only a matter of time before they got a divorce.
I told him my story: growing up in Arizona with one sister, my mom's early death, going to school at Cal-Irvine in finance, my father's death, my short marriage and divorce.
By this time we had finished our beers, so I went to the bar to get another round. When I came back, MIke asked, "So, have you done anything like this before?"
I told him about jacking off with my college roommate. He told me that he'd had a similar experience with a high school friend, and then again a few years ago with a neighbor.
"How far did it go with those guys?" I asked.
"About as far as we went the other day."
I took a swallow of beer.
"Did you think about going further?" I asked.
He looked around to make sure no one was in earshot.
"You mean like sucking cock?"
My dick gave a twitch.
"Yes," I said.
"My neighbor and I were headed that way, I think. Then he got scared his wife was getting suspicious, and he broke it off."
After a moment I said, "So, what went through your mind when you saw me the first time?"
Mike smiled.
"You mean when you were lying naked on a rock, beating your meat?"
I laughed, a little embarrassed.
"I blame it on the drugs," I said. "I was stoned at the time."
"A stoner?" he said. "I wouldn't have guessed.
"At first I was surprised, of course," he went on. "But it also turned me on, big-time."
"I could tell," I said. "You asked to join me and then didn't wait for an answer."
"I didn't want to give you a chance to say no."
"How'd you know I wouldn't punch you in the nose?"
"I didn't. Took a chance."
"I'm glad you did," I said.
"What about you? Did you ever want to go further with a guy?"
