It was after midnight and I hoped it wasn't too late. It was a good sized park near downtown and even though there were plenty of parking spaces, I hesitated and drove around the park three times before I parked the car.
There was a small pond in the middle of the park with a walking path encircling it. As I walked down the slight hill to reach the path I wondered if this was a good idea. I had never been here before, but its reputation was well known. This was where guys went to meet other guys. This was where "the queers hung out".
I wondered why I was doing this. I tended bar at a popular place in town and never had a problem meeting girls. Three, sometimes four nights a week a young lady would go home with me and spend the night. The girls were pretty with great bodies, but the sex was mechanical and passionless and more often than not I felt disappointed afterwards. I wanted to try something different.
I reached the path by the pond and looked around. Not a soul to be seen.
Damn, I thought. It is too late.
I saw a small building on the other side of the pond and slowly began walking. My mind racing -- why was I doing this?
While it was easy for me to pick-up girls where I worked, whenever I went to other bars I never had such luck. I always became tongue-tied and said foolish things.
Maybe another reason I was here tonight was, and there's no easy way to say this, but I've had many guys, young and old, who have tried to pick me up. Some guys would get mad if it happened to them, but I actually felt it was flattering. I'm not attracted to men, and I never accepted an offer, but something inside me keeps telling me maybe I should 'experiment'.
Why guys want me – I have no idea. I'm 22 years old, 5'8", 140 pounds with light brown hair, and have been told by the girls that I'm "a cute guy", but I'm not effeminate and I don't 'encourage' men, so I don't know what the attraction could be.
As I approached the lighted building, out of nowhere, a guy was suddenly beside me. He must have been behind one of the trees and I never saw him. I felt panic, but tried not to show it.
"I need to use the facilities, is that where you're going?" he asked.
"Yeah, me too" is all I could say. Then I noticed the building contained restrooms. On the right was the ladies room, on the left was the mens room.
"Which one are you going to use?" he smiled.
I laughed nervously. We walked into the men's room together.
In the bright light, I furtively checked him out. He was older – maybe 40 or 50 – good looking -- a few inches taller, and in pretty good shape. He looked distinguished – like he might be very successful. We stood side-by-side at the urinals -- a short partition between us. His age didn't bother me.
"Too bad you can't see this. I think you'd like it" he said, obviously referring to his penis.
My face flushed a deep red and he chuckled. "Haven't seen you here before, are you new here?"
"Yeah, ah, well...I've never been here before."
"So, you haven't hooked-up with anyone here before?"
"No" I said.
We finished and washed our hands. As we walked out the door he said, "You're a good looking boy, I have a place a block away. Want to come over and have a beer?"
My heart and mind were racing. I didn't know what to think or say. Then it occurred to me 'isn't this the reason you're here'?
I said, "Sure, a beer sounds good."
We walked in silence to an apartment building, went inside and up one flight of stairs. Once inside, and my eyes finally focusing, the first thing I noticed were all the mirrors on the walls. I saw it was a studio apartment with a big bed on one side of the room, and a sofa on the other side. A small kitchen was to the right of the front door, and down a short hallway to the left must have been the bathroom.
"Wow. You really like mirrors" I said. They lined the walls behind the sofa, and to the side of the bed.
He laughed and said, "Yes, I guess you could say I like to see what I'm doing, or, I like to see what's being done to me".
My face turned red again.
"Want a beer? Oh, I also have wine" he asked. "I'm going to have a glass of wine, it relaxes me".
"Sure, I'll have some wine". I'm not a wine drinker but, for some reason, I wanted to be agreeable.
He brought us the wine and we settled on the couch. He then reached for something on the table beside him. It was a joint. I'd only tried grass a few times and never really liked it. I was an alcohol man.
"Do you mind? Wine is good, but this really helps you to relax".
"Okay" I said. My nerves were still on edge – maybe this would help me calm down.
He lit it up and gave it to me. We sat in silence and passed the joint back and forth. I noticed I was smoking a lot more of it than he was.
Then he reached on the table and grabbed a deck of cards.
"How about a card game?" he asked.
A card game? Strange! I thought it was odd, but the grass was beginning to affect me and I was feeling more and more relaxed.
"Sure. What do you want to play?" I asked.
"How's strip poker sound to you?"
"Okay" I said.
"We're wearing too many clothes – the game will take forever. Why don't we take off our shoes and socks?"
I agreed and we both removed our footwear. He shuffled the cards and dealt. It was 5 card draw, the winner would remove an item of clothing from the loser.
I won the first hand.
I reached over and found the top button on his shirt. By this time I was feeling woozy, but good. I had to fully concentrate on each button to open his shirt. When I removed his shirt, he took my hand and pressed it against his chest. So smooth – so soft. I ran my hand over his chest. I placed my other hand on his chest and ran my hands over him.
He gently took my head in his hands and pulled me to him. We kissed. A long, lingering kiss. His lips were soft, too.
"I had a feeling you'd be a good kisser" he said. I was pleased at the compliment.
He dealt the next hand. I lost.
He pulled my polo shirt over my head and ran his hands over my chest. I wasn't a 'hard body', but I was in pretty good shape. He massaged my breasts. He rubbed my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. My nipples hardened – my penis came alive.
"Do that to me" he said.
I rubbed his breasts and massaged his nipples the same way. We kissed again. Another long, satisfying kiss.
I lost the next hand. I had a feeling he was manipulating the cards – the game was fixed, but I didn't care. He unbuckled my belt and opened my pants. I lifted up to help him take my pants down. My penis was semi-erect and pushing against my briefs.
"Tidy-whities" he chuckled. He ran his hands over my thighs. We kissed for a longer time. His hand lightly grazed my fabric-covered penis. It was now fully erect.
He dealt the cards again. I won this time.
My hands were trembling. I had a little trouble opening his pants – he was smiling. When I pulled his pants off I saw he was wearing boxers and that his penis was pushing against the material. I did to him what he did to me. I caressed his thighs while we kissed. My hand brushed against his hard penis.
