Following the scare of being pulled over by the police on my last outing at "cruising" I needed to try and find a different way to get my cock-fix, without risking it all. Which is what originally prompted me to look at the profile section on the website I had found all my cruising locations from.
After looking through a few, I noticed there were a couple of older men in my area.
Older men have always been my weakness. Reaching out through messages to a couple of the ones that were online my targets soon zeroed onto one... Rod.
Rod was 61, and a career to his elderly parents. Through doctor appointments, social events and routine Rod had difficulty finding relationships, or even getting time to himself. His parents suffering from various health issues meaning he was always "on alert" for alarms during the night.
He did however, live in the granny flat behind the main property his parents resided in, and that was the opening that I needed.
Rod, seemed embarrassed about his predicament, having had younger men in the past brush him off, in what would later become known as 'ghosting', because he 'lived at home with his parents,' he wanted to go out and socialize and meet people, but circumstances prevented him from doing so.
As such he had built up an anxiety about meeting new people.
We spoke for a couple of weeks, between my work and personal life, and his routine we were finding it hard to find time to meet up. But it probably turned out for the better.
It turned out he lived just three streets from the railway station I had been relocated to, another bonus that worked in our favour was due to the travel times on the railway network we worked out I could save upwards of two-hours of travel a day if I drove to work.
Once the new workstation was under control, and I understood how things operated, plus the travel time with driving etc I excitedly started to chat with Rod at night, on my breaks and even during quiet periods at work.
Finally, one day it happened. I was at work, messaging Rod as it was twenty-minutes before my shift ended and he mentioned that his parents had gone for their afternoon lay-down. I looked for a second, I knew there was the 'school pick-up' traffic around the time I left.
And thus, my plan was hatched... Rod was in full agreement and our first meeting was organized.
Within five-minutes of finishing work I was pulling into Rods' Street. Pulling my car up a few houses down to ensure I could take the deep breaths needed to get over the nerves that always built up.
I slipped open the little lock on the gate, as described by Rod, and made my way to the front entrance to the granny-flat behind the main house. Despite being told his parents were having their lay down I still tried to stick close to the house to try and 'avoid' detection.
