So I’ve been talking to this guy online for a while now, he doesn’t live far away and he seems nice and has been wanting to meet for a while. Well, I’ve never been quite sure how I stand with my sexual feelings for guys, so I always make some excuse or other. Usually I have a girlfriend. Now, however, I don’ have the luxury of that excuse anymore. So I’m talking to my friend now. We’ll call him Adam. I’m talking to him now, and he’s asking me to meet him at a coffee shop. So I say yes.
By now you’re probably wondering what my deal is with guys. Well I’ll tell you. I’m twenty-three now and I had fooled around with a couple different guys in high school. Decent experiences, all in all not that great. I mean I got off, which is what any high school guy wants. Yet, it wasn’t exactly what I thought it would be. This was all before I had been with a girl. So that added to the confusion. Now since then I’ve had my share of girls. Still, though I have fantasies about being with another man. Feeling his cock in my hands before sucking it into my mouth. I’m more fascinated with a big hard cock than I am with the rest of the guy I’m with. Cocks turn me on. And I’ve never had the opportunity to explore more with men. Mostly cause I’m not into the whole anonymity thing. Also, I’m a shy kid at heart. I definitely didn’t go looking for other men. Mostly I don’t check out guys. Much prefer looking at women. But anyway, back to the story at hand…
So I’m going to go meet Adam for the first time, face-to-face, we had planned to meet up a few days later at a coffee shop. Nothing big just going to meet and have coffee, and see what happens from there. Well the next couple of days I was nervous as hell, work seemed to drag on and on. Finally the day arrived, I got home from work. Still had three hours to take a nice long shower and relax. So I did, for an hour. Then a quick shave and back to the bedroom to look for some decent clothes. Jeans and a causal short sleeve button up deal. I always go commando. Some Berks to complete the ensemble, and I still had an hour to kill before leaving to meet Adam at the coffee shop. Nerves set back in as I sat down to watch some TV.
Quickly the hour arose and I left to go meet Adam. The coffee shop wasn’t far and I was there before Adam, which made me more nervous. I would rather walk in on someone than have to wait for them. Who knew if I would bolt before they got there? I definitely thought it was likely. A few minutes later Adam walked in, I knew it was him from the pics we exchanged recently. He cut a pretty good picture as he walked in. jeans, t-shirt, and skate shoes. His tall lean body swayed as he walked. Short brown hair. Blue eyes and light brown skin completed the set up. He saw me as he stepped inside the door and smiled as he walked towards me. Nice. He sat down after ordering something at the counter. We exchanged awkward hellos and the chick behind the counter brought him his coffee. After a few seconds she was gone, and apparently took the tension with her. We settled into small talk. We already knew quite a lot about each other so mostly we talked about what we had been up to the past couple of days. We both admitted to being quite nervous about the date. We laughed. Talked some more and eventually, as our coffees started to run out or cold, he invited me back to his place for some beers.
Turned out he didn’t live far from the coffee shop either and we were there in no time. He had a nice apartment on the top floor. Not too fancy, but not Spartan like most guys (me included) are. He had some of his art on the walls, I had been really interested in seeing these. He had told me much about them online. I sat down on the couch as he brought out the beers. We talked some more about his art, my music and what influences us. I liked him, maybe not in a romantic way, but he was a good guy, and really hot. Naughty thoughts kept running through my head as I watched him talk. I wanted his cock in my mouth so bad, I wanted to feel it slide in and out of my mouth. My cock started getting hard, I worried that it would be too noticeable without undershorts on. Now his hand was on my thigh as we talked, I pretended not to notice.