Lightning breached the darkness of the sultry evening revealing a threatening night sky. The immediacy and intensity of the inevitable crack of thunder indicated that the forecasted torrential rains would be soon to arrive as I sat in my small station wagon waiting the night's suitor. The arrangements had been made earlier that day on an Internet chat room with an anonymous man. The anticipation that I had reveled in all day was quickly waning. He was late - twenty minutes late to be precise β and the impending storm deflated my hopes that he was going to show up. There I sat, with increasingly heavy rain pelting the roof of my wagon as I sat at some deserted park in a town near to where I live.
The park was reputed to be a bit of a hang out for those who where cruising the town for some man action but on a Wednesday, with an storm of seemingly apocalyptic proportions looming ominously on the western horizon, my hopes of meeting anyone else were slim to none. I looked at my watch and decided that I would call the night a bust in fifteen minutes. Disappointment set in and I prayed for the appearance of headlights in my rear-view.
And there they were! My heart leapt before I could check it with the reality that this could easily be some adventurous feminine young bottom boy rather than the masculine, more experienced top that I needed to fill my most urgent fantasy and my deepest darkest void. The car pulled around the parking lot and I could just make out a medium built man before he shot back out into the dimly light street and was gone. It was not my Internet suitor but my hopes had risen none-the-less. Any decent top could fulfill my need after all. My heart rated declining, I was about to check the time again when the lights returned. It was the same car and this time he pulled into a parking spot not more than 10 yards away. My heart was now skipping along at a rate approaching fatality. The man peered at me through the sheets of falling rain and I waved at him feebly. A week gesture that revealed my quaking heart and jittering nerves, but it was enough. He exited his vehicle with a single movement that exuded confidence. He strutted, heedless of the tempest, to my window as I fumbled to open it.
"So, what is it you are looking for tonight?" he asked in a deep voice.
He was about my height of 5'11" but had a heavier build that appeared to have once been of body-builders musculature but has now gone slightly to seed. He had dark hair and deep brown piercing eyes. "I'm a bottomβ¦into oral and anal," I stammered softly. He chuckled at my discomfiture.
"Well, I think I might just be able to help you but you should know that my roommate may want to join in," he stated dramatically. He looked at me as if I was a fine cut of tenderloin or a greyhound at the local dog track.