The first time I felt the rush of a man dominating me, was when I just entered university. I moved to a big city and I was in my early twenties, horny and without any supervision. It was the night before a big exam and for some reason I truly believed staying up the whole night to read everything again would benefit my result. It didn't, of course. What it did do was make me be a cross eyed of exhaustion and horniness.
At around 5:00 in the morning I give up. There isn't much more to read, my eyes hurt and I need the confirmation there is a life outside my room. So naturally I open Grindr to see who is also still awake. Immediately I get a message from a faceless profile with a generic name (Paul) his age (47) and a sparse description (be discreet).
"Horny?"
I've never been with a guy double my age. It has always intrigued me, but I was to scared to actively search for that. The guys I've hooked up with were about my age or maybe a couple of years older. Most of all I was deeply romantic and wanted to have a handsome guy falling in love with me, cook for me, meet his friends and take me on a boat before we could even talk about sex. I wasn't so aware of my deviant preferences at the time. Well, I was, I just suppressed them as hard as I could.
"Kind of." I reply cowardly. "How about you?"
"Very horny, man. Do you want to suck me off?"
I look out the window. Nobody on the streets. My roommates are all fast asleep. There is no one to judge you, I tell myself. There isn't even anyone that will see you leave, come back and ask you what you've been doing in the middle of the night. This is why you moved out here. In the words of Kendall Jenner: "You always say you want to experience things but I don't think you actually want to experience things because you would experience it if you wanted to experience things."
"Yes. Where are you?"
"I'm at work. It's the big office complex in front of the stadium. We can find a spot somewhere here."
"What about your colleagues?"
"Don't worry about it."
Before I can think about it any longer. I put on my parka and walk outside. It's a 5 minute bike ride during which I try to think about everything but turning back around. My erection rubs uncomfortably against my saddle.
I reach the office and slow down. On the other side of a gate I see a man leaning against a wall. Shit, I have no idea what he looks like. I'm not even scared that he might be ugly or that I know him, but how awkward is it when this is not him? I try to be casual and bike towards the gate. He is tall, has a bit of a belly but nonetheless a good body with broad shoulders and nice arms. A uniform always does wonders for a man's frame. Now it makes sense why he is in an office in the middle of the night. He is the nighttime security guard.
