All the people in this story are over 18 and consenting adults.
I started talking to a dominant male on Fetlife at the beginning of the year. He was only about a 30 minute drive away so that was an acceptable distance to travel if needed. He told me he was looking for a cum slut and that he had a glory hole type arrangement set up in some woods near where he lived. I'd never done this before so was very nervous but excited.
We chatted for a few weeks and eventually I agreed to meet him one weekend.
The arrangement was he would only tell me of the location of the glory hole an hour before meeting him and I was to message him when I was leaving and when I arrived at the location.
He didn't give me the details but sent pictures of the glory hole and pictures of the route to find it once I had parked in a nearby layby. The route from the main path was marked by a series of objects,coke cans for when to leave the path, then some posts to follow and finally some rope tied to trees
to follow once I got into the heavily wooded area.
We arranged a meet on Sunday afternoon but sadly I bottled out at the last moment as I was (and still am) trying to come to terms with my sexuality. The next meet was also cancelled after I got covid.
We carried on chatting online an finally agreed on a new date. My mind was made up and this time I was going to go through with it.
I know that having never met him this was probably a stupid thing to do but we had been chatting for months and he seemed ok. I decided to take the risk (not recommended) and actually meet him.
This is the weird bit.