When I was 18, I worked as a waiter for my local pub. After work I would usually sit at the bar for abit, and get a quick drink before going home.
One time after finishing work, I sat down at the bar, next to a man called Dave.
He was in his 40's, had receding hair, wore glasses, and was a larger man. But he seemed nice enough, quite chatty, and a bit drunk already.
After chatting for a while, he noticed that I was tapping my fingers. He looked at my hands for a minute, and said to me "I bet you'd give a great handjob".
I shrugged it off, thinking no more of it, and took a swig of my drink. I told him I'm not into that sort of thing, and changed the topic.
Throughout the rest of the night, I kept thinking about it, about giving him a handjob. I never thought I was gay, but for some reason, I was somewhat interested in it.
After a while, I started to get ready to go home, and he did the same. We got outside and I hung around with him while he waited for his taxi. After a few minutes I finally worked up the courage to ask him if he was serious about the handjob. He looked me in the eye and said "why don't you come back to mine for a drink?"
During the taxi ride, we kept up the usual conversations, but I couldn't help but keep looking down at his crotch, imagining just what his cock was like.
