Just another night out at a club...
He was in his 50's and I was 18 *cough* 17 *cough*. I was sat at the bar in the club. My mates had just been thrown out, but being a prick I wisely judged that I hadn't had enough to drink yet so stayed on. So there I was alone at the bar and a gentleman in his 50's approaches. A fine combination of: he was hot, I was fairly drunk, he had the same taste in music/films/alcofrol as I (though admittedly he wasnt volunteering much information rather just agreeing with me) prevented the instinct to make good my escape. Oh yes, he also said he found me rather attractive.

What started out as an innocent conversation soon turned to the purchasing of a drink, then flirting and before long I had entirely lost myself. He was slowly rubbing my neck, and whispering filth into my ear and I came to realise that I was abscent-mindedly pleasuring the stalk of my wine glass. I suddenly realised I was incredibly aroused.

With coitus now most certianly on the cards we hastily walked/ran back to his place. What followed was the finest fellatio I have ever recieved, and a truely mind-blowing horizontal no pants dance where every possible sensitive area was stimulated with amazing skill and affection. The sense of just surrendering and being pleasured so... thouroughly... was, to say the least, rather pleasant. It was the kind of sex that makes everything else you experience over the next few months seem like background noise as you can't stop thinking about *that night*.

I will never forget you Alan? Andy? Alfonso? nevermind. I have, as yet not recreated an encounter quite like that night in five freakin years. To be honest I doubt the chances that I ever will.

I'm not even gay anymore. Fucksocks.
( Uncle Phallus Strong like fly, fast like elephant, Sun 7 Dec 2008, 4:57, Reply)