This was it. The night I'd been longing for. My wife was spending a week at her mum's place,down south, leaving me the freedom to fulfill my long-held desire.
Like a lot of guys, I had binged on porn when the internet really took off. Now I was a 45 year old guy, who had seen it all but had grown to love cocks. They looked beautiful to me. Majestic as they stood hard and proud, just waiting for someone to pay them the attention they deserved. I now longed to be that person.
I no longer fantasised about vaginas, only cocks. When I made love to my wife, now infrequently as she had lost interest, I now wondered what it would be like to be the woman, opening myself up to these one-eyed gods.
So now, here I stood, in a short queue waiting for entrance to the 'Pink Flamingo' bar. It was a balmy Friday night and I seemed to be the only lone figure there. Everyone else seemed so much younger. I would have loved a young cock to play with but who would want an old guy like me? Doubts hit me.
I looked down at my clothes. A thin white cotton tee-shirt, tight pink chinos and brown leather brogues. Would anyone approach me? Was I brave enough to approach a guy? I thought not.
The doorman waved me through without making eye contact. I was in. It took a minute to adjust to the dingy lighting and I made my way to the bar, an oasis of light.
A guy behind the bar, in his 30's, with short spiky hair immediately put me at my ease.
"What's your fancy tonight sir, apart from me." He beamed. The name tab said Graeme.
"A G & T please, Graeme and I'm Paul, not sir" I returned his smile.
"You new here...Paul?" he asked casually.
"First time." I answered, nervously.
He let out a low whistle. "You'll have the sharks circling soon enough."
"What do you mean?" I asked anxiously.
"There are some here who love new guys, especially if they bottom. You do bottom, right?"
"Erm, I'm not sure." I wasn't sure of myself.
"When you came out tonight did you plan on giving or taking cock." He said it in a soft tone but I still blushed.
"Taking, I suppose."
"I thought so. Just be careful, okay." His warning sounded heartfelt and I wished his was going to be my first cock.
I sat at the bar, on the high backless stool and I soon felt a hand on my ass cheek, a face leaning in to whisper "Want to go to the toilets?"
I didn't want my first experience to be so seedy, so I declined without looking at him.
"Suit yourself." and he sidled off.
"That was a great white shark, well defended." Graeme said with a smile.
I sat for about an hour, with no further advances, had he spread the word?
The disco started up and I decided to have a boogi, just for something to do. It was a small dance floor and rubbing against each other was inevitable.
A guy who looked the double of Freddie Mercury put his arms around my waist and I thought I'd scored. He span me round and pressed himself against me. I could feel his hardness against my cheeks and I pushed back into him.
My heart was beating like crazy as his hands roved over my shirt, rubbing my nipples.
Just as I thought we would be together, he broke off and started on another guy. I was crestfallen. I had wanted his cock, now I felt worthless.
I trooped back to the bar. A younger guy was sitting on the stool I had occupied, my drink still on the bar in front of it.
I said casually "You're in my seat."
