Years of Private Messages and e-mails where I always back down out of fear. My fantasies of a male to male encounter were often over powering. I finally worked up the courage to climb off the fence and take control of my fantasy.
I contacted Evan and told him I would be at the mall in Braintree at noon, wearing jeans, flip flops, and a white button down shirt. I would be sitting at the bench near the food court, public enough to escape if needed, private enough to follow though. At noon I sat down and within minutes he sat down next to me. My shirt was unbuttoned about half way, I felt his eyes exploring me. We talked about nothing, there was only one reason to be sitting here. His voice was calming, my hands were shaking, my flip flop fell off, the feel of the carpet on my barefoot was electric. I stood, exposing the rip in my jeans that exposed my ass to him. He reached out and a finger touched my bare skin, my cock pressed against my jeans, all I could say was "now". Evan smiled,
"I have a room ready, let's get out of here".
