This evening, I was hanging out in the chat room of the matchmaking site, where I had a full-paid membership. This was when non-paying members could chat for free for two hours. It was the best time of the day when there was a higher chance of attracting someone.
However, I was not having a good run lately. I had no trouble initiating conversations with prospects, but they never followed through with meetings. Regardless, there was always a flutter of hope when someone clicked on my profile.
On this evening, I was pinged by a member that went by the handle "Blow&Go69". With some resignation, I decided to check his profile out. Despite my misgivings, I was surprised at what I read:
"I am a bisexual guy who, after fantasising for many years about having sex with a hot man, has now had a handful of nice Bi experiences.
I'm particularly turned on by licking, kissing & sucking a hot cock, and I also like to lick & suck your balls. I love the feeling as you fill my mouth with hot spurts [of] cum. Big cummers ( like myself) as especially welcome!"
Blow&Go69 went on to describe his other - non-sexual - interests in an erudite, intelligent, and engaging manner. This man came across as educated and exciting to me, and when I checked his location, my cock jumped at the fact that he lived in Chadstone, a mere two KMs from my home.
I winked "Blow&Go69" back and waited.
The wait was quick, and I received a "whisper" through the chat functionality. This allowed us to send and receive messages between each party, but the chemistry was evident, and we quickly gravitated to WhatsApp.
"What are you looking for?" I asked cock hard.
"Ideally, I'm looking for a straight-acting guy that I can hang out with, go for drinks, be friends and have some intimate fun once in a while."
"Nice, I replied, "You're straight acting; I take it?"
"Yes," this enigmatic stranger replied, "I date women in real life, but I have dark desires for M2M action."
"You mentioned in your profile that you have had some M2M experiences."
"There were great, seedy, but great!"
"Why were they seedy?" I tapped, fully interested.
"Public places, in the outdoors, that kind of stuff."
"Nothing wrong with that," I replied, noting my interest in outdoor sexual activity.
"Wow," My enigmatic chatmate said, "I have not done anything like that."
"Well, there's a whole world of possibility out there for you," I said, "If you have the imagination."
"I want to be led...'
There was more back-and-forth dialogue that helped establish interest and trust, much of it non-sexual, but it helped pin us together, which gave me optimism.
"I fancy a beer," I said one night during a chat, "You feel like meeting?"
"Sure," he said, "When and where?"
"How about this Thursday at the Rosstown Hotel," I suggested, "It's halfway between where we live."
"Perfect," He said, "I'll be there."
To be fair, I had heard such agreements many times, and there was no reason for me to put any stock in this latest meeting, but, in the back of my mind, this man's intelligence and flair with wording gave me cautious optimism.
On the appointed day, I arrived home and took a shower. After much personal sculpting and the application of aftershave left behind by a previous girlfriend, I was ready for our first meetup, or date, for those that call it as they see it.
From exchanging photos, we knew how to recognise each other, and Nathan had a firm handshake when he approached me at the bar.
"What are you drinking?" I asked with a fifty at the ready.
"Is that a whiskey?" He asked.
"Bourbon and coke."
"Make that two."
We grabbed our drinks and sat at a table that had a window that looked onto the highway. Nathan was a good-looking bloke, every bit the straight man with chiselled features, cropped sandy hair, a taut body and tall, like me. In most respects, we were the analogue of each other. As a result, we hit it off in person, as we had online over the last few weeks.
"I am glad you turned up," I said, as an ice breaker, "Most don't."
"That profile of yours," Nathan replied, "Had me hooked."
"In what way?"
"You've listed so much experience," Said Nathan confidently, "But not everything was to my taste."
"Fair enough," I conceded, "What did you like?"
"Well, you're a good-looking guy," Nathan stammered nervously, "You're close by, and you can teach me some tricks."
"Tricks?"
"Anal," Nathan whispered, not that anyone would have overheard, "I'm very inexperienced with receiving anal, but I have done it when I have been very turned on."
"What turns you on?" I asked.
"Personality, intellect, physicality," Nathan stumbled, "Experience."
"Does it get you off?"
"With the right guy," Nathan became suddenly animated, "Every single time."
"In what way?" I asked and mentioned my indifference to anal sex.
"I come multiple times from anal sex," Nathan confessed, "Why don't you?"
"I don't know," I confessed, "I can take cock in my arse easily, but aside from the giver's pleasure, I don't derive any personal sexual satisfaction."
"The giver's pleasure?" Asked Nathan.
"Yes, someone pumping my hole for their gratification," I said before adding, "I enjoy when they cum inside me."
"And that gives you no pleasure?"
"That does," I confirmed, "But, in and of itself, that act does not get me off. I do not orgasm at any time."
"They must not be doing it right," Quipped Nathan nervously.
"Perhaps," I smiled, "It's been sometime between innings."
"What do you mean?"
I went into some detail about my uni days in the UK when four of us would turn gay when one or all of us failed at scoring with the fairer sex. This was the period of my most gayness. Between 2005-2007, I was involved in gay and bisexual shenanigans with some exciting playmates.
"My last encounter was six months ago," I told Nathan.
"How come?"
