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I’ve just got home from one of the most interesting encounters I’ve ever had, so I thought I’d share it with you. I’m Paul by the way, a 35 year old gay guy, 6′, slim with short brown hair and blue eyes. It’s my eyes that get me noticed, not that I know why, they’ve always just been my eyes but other people seem to like them. I’m thankful for that because otherwise I’d be just your average Joe. Well this all started about 3 months ago when I was online in one of the chatrooms on Gaydar. Someone called Ben sent me an invite to chat privately. I checked his profile, which didn’t reveal much; he was 24, lived in London and had only joined a couple of weeks before. There were no photos and he’d filled out the minimum required to get membership which usually rang alarm bells with me. I was just about to decline when he sent a single word message to me that read “Please”. The room wasn’t that busy and nobody had caught my attention so, against my better judgement, I accepted his request. As it turned out, it was one of the best decisions I’ve ever made. We spent the next 20 minutes or so chatting about nothing in particular, anything too sexual he avoided or steered the talk away. I’ll admit that I was becoming somewhat frustrated so I decided to change tack and be more direct. “What are you into? Are you top or bottom?” I asked. “I’m easy, what about you?” “Top only. You like being rimmed?” “Don’t know, never had it done.” “You into kissing?” “Not really.” I continued probing and Ben carried on with vague answers and then it hit me, he wasn’t gay at all and I got angry with him for wasting my time. “What the fuck are you playing at? You’re not gay, you’ve never been with a guy! I bet you haven’t even seen another guy’s cock hard, have you?” I fired off and waited for an answer. “Ok you’re right, but please don’t go, I really want this. I’ve been trying to get the nerve up to do this, this is the furthest I’ve gone and I don’t want to stop now.” “So you’re straight isvecbahis but you’ve become curious then? How did that happen, I mean what made you suddenly get the urge to try sex with another guy?” “It’s been a couple of years now, I was watching porn online and a threesome came on, I’d seen them before but this one was different, the two guys started to play with each other! I couldn’t stop watching and I was getting really turned on by them, that was just the start. I started watching more and more bi movies as long as the guys got it on, then I started watching gay porn and I just knew I had to try it.” We continued chatting for almost an hour and little by little he opened up. I think he was beginning to trust me. He said his age was correct on his profile, he lived alone and had a job in a bank in the City. He’d split up with his girlfriend 10 months ago and didn’t want to get into another relationship until he’d figured out what was going on with all these thoughts he was having and he admitted that he had no idea what he wanted to do but was hoping to try everything. We must have been chatting for a good three hours and at the end we fixed a day and time when we’d carry on with our talk. Over the next three weeks we’d hook up online, getting to know each other more and more, he even sent a photo that he said was of himself, which I doubted. I’d even started telling him things about myself that I wouldn’t normally share with other guys on the net, somehow we really felt at ease with each other. I was beginning to get to really like him, he seemed genuine and that’s a rare thing on the net, especially the gay net. Finally we decided to meet up at a wine bar in Covent Garden, just to see how things would pan out. We agreed it would be just for a drink and that nothing would happen that night no matter what. I didn’t want to push things and also didn’t want him regretting any rash decisions after a few drinks. The day came when we’d arranged to meet. We’d chosen isveçbahis giriş a Wednesday night to avoid the crowds that came to Covent Garden on the weekends. I got to the wine bar early, ordered a drink and found a quiet table in the corner. I was glad when I looked round that most of the people were also in casual clothes as I was wearing 501 jeans with a white t-shirt and bomber jacket. Ben knew what I looked like, he’d seen the photos in my profile, and I’d assured him they were of me. I still wasn’t convinced the photo he’d sent to me was really him, it seemed too good to be true. I was staring down at my drink, daydreaming, when I heard a cough and the movement of a chair. I looked up and sure enough the photo was no lie, it was Ben in the flesh and my mouth dropped open! Before me stood a guy, 6’2” or more, black hair, chocolate brown eyes, stubble chin and a smile that could light up a room. He was wearing a pair of faded jeans, light grey polo shirt and a royal blue sweater. “Mind if I sit down, oh what are you drinking?” he said and leaning over whispered in my ear laughingly, “And you might want to put your tongue away before anyone notices.” I quickly shut my mouth and started grinning; my mind was racing with possibilities and questions but what kept coming back was “Why me?” This guy could have had his pick of the guys on the scene in London, hell he could have had his pick of the guys on the scene in Europe and most of America, why did he pick me? He came back with the drinks and we started chatting about anything and everything, he told me about his job at the bank, his apartment, his ex girlfriend and when I told him about the nightclub that I worked in he surprised me by saying he’d been there and he’d seen me! He said he’d been with a friend on the straight night and he’d hung about near my office to take a look at me. “Obviously you weren’t horrified then?” I asked. “No, on the contrary, I liked what I saw.” He replied. “So where do isveçbahis yeni giriş we go from here, do you think you want to go through with this fantasy of yours or do you want to call it quits?” I asked. “No, no, meeting you has made my mind up, I wouldn’t mind going back to my place tonight. What do you think?” “Listen Ben, there’s nothing I’d rather do than go back with you but we laid out the rules before we met and I don’t want to change them. I’d rather you sleep on it and call me if you want to meet again.” He sat there looking at me sternly, then a smile broke out. “I knew I wasn’t wrong, I knew you’d be the right guy. I’ve been waiting to find someone who would push me, who actually cared about what I thought and what I wanted.” “Believe me Ben, this is all about you. The whole night will be aimed at your pleasure, sure I’ll enjoy it as well but the focus will be on you! I’ll give you my number and you can call me when you’ve made your mind up, there’s no pressure or hurry.” “Fine, I’ll be in touch but it may be sooner than you think!” he said grinning. We left the bar and made our way home separately. I was glad to put some distance between us, I’d come very close to taking up his offer to go back to his place! It had taken all my resolve to turn him down and I was beginning to regret it. The next morning I was woken by the telephone. I looked at the clock and it wasn’t quite 7 o’clock. I picked it up and grunted into it. “Good morning, aren’t you up yet?” Ben chimed. “Well I’ve thought about it and I’ve decided not to go through with it, sorry about messing you around.” My head fell back onto the pillow and I thought why the fuck hadn’t I just gone back with him last night. I lay there silently thinking should I just hang up. “Hey! Are you still there?” He shouted. “Yes I’m here; I didn’t know what to say to you.” “Oh, can’t you take a joke this early in the morning?” “What?” I was lost. “You know what a joke is don’t you? Anyway, I’ve made up my mind and I want you to come round tomorrow night at about 8 o’clock, do you think you’ll be up to breaking the new guy in?” He replied, laughing as he gave me his address. Friday night couldn’t come quick enough for me then.