I'm a flake. I admit it. I would cruise the sites and converse, but never act in real life. I have a girlfriend, and we've been together for over a decade, but the sex has tapered off to nothing. That, along with the fact that I'm a horny guy, kind of drove me to those sites. But once the conversation had turned into them wanting to meet, I would move on to a different conversation. I always figured that the fantasy was better than the reality.
I had an ongoing conversation with a guy named Joe. We talked about most everything, starting out with small talk, and then moving on to conversations about our jobs, to our sexual situations and preferences. Through our discussions I learned that Joe was bi, but single and playing the field. Joe would stick to one partner at a time until the relationship ran its course, then move on. He was a single guy with his own place and a top. Finding that seemed to be the Holy Grail on the sites.
Joe loved to be the one in control. I kinda hated the labels, but I am definitely in the "bottom submissive" category when it came to talking to guys about sex. In real life with my girlfriend I'm kind of neutral. I would have preferred her to take more control in the bedroom, but that was not in her personality.
One particular Saturday while my girlfriend was at work, I was cruising the sites seeing who was on and who wanted to talk. I got a chat request from Joe.
Joe: You on here again? Don't you ever go to work?
Brad: I'm off today, so I'm just looking around. Nothing much going on though. How about you?
Joe: Not much going on here either. Been high and dry lately. Haven't gotten my dick wet in a couple of weeks. You've been "just looking around" for the months we've been talking. Why is it that we haven't met up before? You're a bottom, I'm a top. I need some release, and you haven't had sex since dinosaurs roamed the Earth.
I didn't answer right away. I had been at this point in the conversation more than a few times. This was where the conversations would usually end as well. I'll admit I was disappointed. The break in the conversation was enough for Joe. His next typed words came through before I could sign off.
Joe: I understand, you're a bottom who needs to be told what to do. Alright, be here at 12:00 noon today. Expect to be sucking my dick by 12:30."
With that, Joe signed off the site. My phone lit up a few seconds later. I looked at it and Joe had sent me his home address. We had texted before, as I was sometimes bored working security on a job site. Chatting through the website we used kind of sucked on a cellphone, so we had exchanged numbers for those occasions. Looking at the address, I realized I knew where it was. That realization made no difference to me though. There was no way I was going to Joe's place. It was one thing to chat, an actual meeting was out of the question.
A quick shower later, I threw on some clothes and hopped on my Harley for some wind therapy. It was a nice day and the open road was calling. I rode some scenic back country roads for a couple of hours before heading back into town. I stopped for gas and a drink at one of my preferred gas stations and stood beside my bike as I gulped down a Gatorade. I pulled my phone out to check emails and noticed that the text from Joe was still up. I stared at the address as I filled my bike up. I absently noted that I was close by. I had thought about the conversation. Even though I considered myself a submissive bottom when it came to thoughts of sex, that in no way reflected the rest of my life. I work security, therefore I tend to be authoritative and intimidating.
