My name is Jamie. I'm a 22 year old from a small town just outside Newcastle. I've never really had a serious relationship before. My last girlfriend and I split up after realising there wasn't much of a spark there. Since then, I've kind of threw myself into my work, trying to earn as much money as possible so I could get out of my parents house. Living at home makes it extremely difficult for hookups, nothing worse than trying to sneak someone out whilst your parents are having breakfast. Anyway, I digress. My work takes me up and down the country on various training courses... exciting, I know.
My latest adventure led me to London. A 3 day training course. I absolutely hated them. There was nothing more boring in my mind that sitting listening to someone talk to you for 8 hours a day. But completing this training was to lead to a pay rise, so I wasn't going to argue. I arrived into King's Cross late on Monday evening and headed straight off to my hotel.
The next day was a complete drag. The training started at 9am and went all the way through till 5pm. It was tedious. Been talked at pretty much zapped all the energy from my body. I headed back to my hotel room and ordered some room service. After sitting around for what felt like hours, it was almost 7pm. I made the decision that there was no way that I could sit around all night without going insane.
I decided that I could go out for a walk, explore the city a little bit and maybe stop off somewhere for a drink if I fancied it. So with that, I jumped in the shower, freshened my self up. And I made myself look presentable. A dash of aftershave and I was on my way out. You never know, I might get lucky.
I wandered around the surrounding areas to my hotel. Managing to take in a couple of sights, I came across a little pub on my way back to the hotel. Figuring it was a night for football, I made my way in thinking I could grab a drink and enjoy the second half of the match. Now believe me when I say this, walking into the pub. It looked like your usual pub, the football was on the TV and I headed over to the bar.
The young looking barman greeted me at the corner of the bar, 'What can I get you?'
'Just a pint of lager please.'
We exchanged the drink for the money and I just remained at the bar watching the TV that was in my eye line. I noticed a few glancing looks that seemed to come my way but I just thought they could sense I was an out of towner and maybe heard me to speak to the barman with my kind of Geordie accent.
The football soon came to an end, and I was about halfway through my second pint. When the pub soon turned into a disco, the lights came on and music started blaring throughout the building. I didn't think it would get this rowdy on a Tuesday night. I quickly finished up the end of my drink, hoping to get out before the party started when an older gentlemen joined me at the end of the bar. He was dressed very smartly from what I could see, white shirt, jeans, shoes and a suit jacket. And he smelt good.
'So, what did you think of the match?' He asked me. It was getting difficult to talk to each other due to the music, but he moved in closer and we had a polite conversation about the football.
'Can I get you another drink?' he asked.
'No, no it's fine. I was just about to get going. I'm here on training, so I have to be up in the morning.'
'Awww come on, just a quick one.' He pleaded with me.
'I really shouldn't'.
'Haven't you ever let another guy buy you a drink before?'
I looked around once more, trying to take my surroundings in. The penny was close to dropping.
'You do realise where you are don't you?' He had a confused look on his face. 'You know this is a gay bar right?'
It finally clicked, the looks I was getting. People were checking me out. I looked around again, there was only maybe one or two women in the full bar. And they tended to be in a group of guys. Behind me, the dancing had begun. And the guys were getting very handsy with each other.
'I honestly didn't know,' I said to the gentleman, trying to laugh it off. 'I just seen the match advertised outside when I was on my way back to the hotel.'
'So you're not gay?' he laughed. 'Even better, I like a challenge. I'm Dave by the way.'
'Nice to meet you Dave, I'm Jamie.'
'Let me get you that drink.' And with that he ordered us a couple of drinks whilst we got to know a bit more about each other. I told him all about work and what had happened with my previous relationship. He told me he was 43, worked in a business in London and was a regular here.
'So when you say there was no spark between you and your ex, was that in the bedroom?' The conversation was beginning to get deep.
'Mostly yeah, the sex became quite boring. It started to feel like a chore for both of us in the end really, so I think that's what made us both decide to call it quits.'
'And you've never been curious about having sex with men?' I was beginning to feel like he was leading me down a dark path here.
'I wouldn't say I've never been curious. I think everybody is at some point. You know, we've all clicked on the wrong thumbnail one time or another.'
'So what made you curious?'
'Probably pegging, that idea always had me intrigued and then from there I started to wonder what a real cock was like.'
'Well unless you take the plunge you'll never know. I mean you have a banging body, you won't be short of offers in this place. I'll be right back... nature calls.'
Dave left me stood at the bar, pondering the situation. I always classed myself as straight, maybe even bi-curious at some points in my life. I knew he was hitting on me, I wasn't that naive. He was an attractive looking man, looked like he was in good shape. I was a long way from home, who would know if I take try it out? I might hate it and never speak of it again. Or, I might find my true self.
Dave wasn't gone long, and has he came back, I felt his hand brush against my ass. 'You want another drink?'
'Sure.' I nodded.
