We Know Each Other?
Posted on March 3, 2010I was at a bar. I was waiting to meet a guy and his guy. The original guy – we’ll call him Sylvester – I had met one night when we were both horny. He called when he was at my garage door. I let him in my garage and walked him over to the “cage,” the chain link-fenced area where the building’s electrical meters are housed. Once in the cage we kissed, though kissing was just a pretense because he was really there to stick his dick in my mouth, come, and leave.
That was our first meeting in person. I had been virtually introduced to Sylvester through an OkCupid guy. The OkCupid guy had gathered I’m a bit submissive and had wanted to meet me, but his own schedule got in the way. He offered to “introduce” me to a guy he knew who was also dominant and for whom he could vouch. Sylvester and I emailed each other and chatted online. On the night we met we had been chatting about some dirty things, and I got horny. I wanted to suck a new cock and he said he could drive over in short order.
After I sucked his cock and swallowed his come, he seemed to like me. We scheduled another meeting, one where we’d be able to take advantage of my apartment when my roommate wasn’t home. The day before said meeting he emailed me telling me that he’d be over “after 9,” that I should be showered and my ass cleaned, and that I should be wearing “sexy lingerie.”
There were a few problems with this. While he was trying to be manly and dominant, I was put off by the tone, which seemed to indicate I was stupid; he had offered pointers on how to properly clean my ass in preparation for anal sex, something about which I am well aware. Also, I didn’t know if he meant 9am or 9pm. After nine in the morning was acceptable so long as it was also after ten in the morning so I had the place to myself; after 9pm was not good without more than one day’s notice.
And finally, I don’t really own any lingerie, sexy or otherwise. I have bras, but they’re mostly utilitarian. I have panties, all thong, but I rarely wear them. And nothing matches. Not sexy. (I am, however amenable to someone buying me lingerie, and would happily allow someone to buy me lingerie; see my Amazon Wish List.)
But my biggest issue with Sylvester’s email was that it indicated he wanted to bring along another guy. I’ve no problem with fucking two guys at once, or even three guys at once, but I need to meet a guy in person – or at lease interact with him online – before I’m in a situation where I think it would be awkward for me to say no. I certainly did not feel as though I might be victimized, only that I’d possibly not feel any chemistry with the guy after the three of us were in my house, naked, ready to fuck. It’s happened before and I’d like to prevent it from happening again.
Because of our various issues, Sylvester and I agreed that we’d meet at a local dive bar and that he’d bring along the guy so the three of us could be sure we wanted to fuck each other. At the appointed time I was at said dive bar. I ordered a drink. I had conveniently placed myself at the bar in such a way that I could see the front door in the mirror behind the bar; I didn’t have to turn around to see when Sylvester and the guy arrived.
I drank my drink. I tweeted about various things going on in the bar to pass the time. People came and went from the bar. This was early on a weekday at a dive bar so there weren’t many people in the place, but there was another person sitting alone at the bar. I wanted to talk to him. When I’ve had a drink or two I’m very good at striking up conversations with strangers, especially in bars.
[To be continued ….]
I swear. True story.
Tags: ass play, booze, idiot, manners, SF love, yummy cock
Categories: True Story.
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