Chapter 3: Thursday Afternoon at Tim's Place
While I pedaled over to Tim's place, my mind was full of thoughts about what was likely to happen. How would things get started? Who would make the first move? What would the first move be? Would he let me suck his cock? How should I do it? Should I let him shoot off in my mouth? What would it taste like? Should I swallow it or spit it out? Where would I spit it out?
I also started to think about how old Tim was, and what I was doing going to an older man's home? Shouldn't I try to find someone my own age to have sex with? But I didn't know anyone as young as I was, and thought that what I would do is learn from Tim, then forget about him and move on. Once I had gained some experience and some confidence, it would surely be easier to meet someone my own age.
Tim's building was one of the newer high rise condos in this part of the city and it was easy to find. When I entered the lobby, I expected to be able to ring his apartment but what I found was an imposing desk with an attendant. This caught me off guard and I started to get nervous again because now somebody would know that I was going to visit a man in his apartment. But then I thought, hey, that's okay because now someone would know that I was there so I would certainly be safe. The attendant also caught my attention. He was young and very handsome in a rugged kind of way. A big guy with short black wavy hair and he must have been into bodybuilding because his muscles were bulging through his uniform. I sure wouldn't want to get into a fight with him or meet up with him in a dark alley. Then gain, I quickly wondered what it would be like to feel all those muscles and suck on his cock. He came out from around his desk so I got a look at all of him, and there sure was a lot to look at.
"Can I help you?" he asked.
I realized I didn't know Tim's full name so I said "I've been invited to apartment 1503, Please."
The attendant smiled and said "Ah, Mr. Tim's place. He just got in and said he was expecting someone so you can go right up. Take the elevator to the 15th floor, turn right and his place is at the end of the hall. I'm sure you'll have a good time." Then he winked at me, gave my body a once-over glance and after giving me a big knowing smile, he walked back around to his desk.
I remember thinking that he probably knew why I was there and I started trembling even more than I was before, but I managed to get over to and into the waiting elevator.
Tim answered the door immediately when I knocked and I was surprised to see that he had changed into a bathrobe. He gestured me in and asked if I had had any trouble finding the place. As he ushered me into the living area, I realized that this was a pretty big and fancy place, probably a penthouse, and it looked like it was expensively furnished. I wondered what Tim did for a living that he could live this lavishly. He asked me if I would like to see the rest of the place. I said "Sure."
The main living area was huge, and it turned out that there were four more rooms. He first showed me the bedroom and when we were standing there looking at his big king sized bed, he grabbed and gently squeezed by bum. I felt my cock get a little hard but didn't do anything but look at him and smile. He smiled back and said we could come back here later but that he wanted to show me the rest of the place first.
The next room he showed me was an office. I asked him what he did for a living and he said he was a part-time technical consultant for a couple of large engineering companies and that he was also a part-time photographer and videographer. I didn't ask him anything else, but the next room was quite large and contained all sorts of photographic equipment – cameras on tripods, lights and light reflectors, lots of wires and a small bed, a sofa and some chairs. He told me that this was where he did some but not all of his photography. I asked him what kind of photography he did and he said "fashion, some of it erotic." I wasn't sure what that meant but didn't know what to ask him anyway. He led me to the last room. It was smaller than the others and contained a small couch, what looked like a dressing table because it had all kinds of small bottles and tubes on it, and a couple of clothes racks. There were also a lot of women's shoes scattered around and this surprised me because I had assumed that Tim was gay, but then realized that they must be things his models used when they were posing.
As we were walking around, Tim kept touching my bum and rubbing it slightly through my jeans. I liked it when he had his hand there and as we looked around and talked, I began feeling more comfortable and I was losing my nervousness. I still didn't know how to get anything started so I thought I would just wait for Tim to start something and let it go from there.
Tim then apologized and said that he had another commitment that evening and that he would only have a half an hour to spend with me. I think he saw my disappointment and said that I could come again if I wanted to. I said I probably would even though I had no idea of whether I would or not.
"Because we've only get a short time Toby, what would you like to do?" he asked.
