My 1st story, so please keep that in perspective. Hopefully I am not too chatty or informative at 1st, but I would like to lay out the true context of the situation - before I get to the hot stuff. I trust others have been in a similar situation.
I write about an encounter, and the incredible, subsequent event that took place. This was a complete chance encounter. Several years ago, at the time of my encounter, I lived in an area void of social meeting places. You know, meeting places for gay males. There were obviously bars and other modest venues for nightlife, but nothing for gay or lesbian individuals. Of course with this having been several years ago, this time period in which I speak was just prior to the internet explosion, and certainly prior to social media of any kind. This was sort of frustrating to me as a young twenty-something male. Regardless of how hot and horny I ever found myself, I was also totally oblivious of the fact that there was such a thing as cruising. Yeah, you could say that I was a late bloomer. Unless situated with a perfect opportunity, I did not know how to go about getting cock on demand.
Now to the story...my job at the time required some travel. Typically the travel required the use of a rental car. I would rent cars to make my typical day trip. The rental car location was near my house, approximately 5 miles away. It was a satellite location, as the main branch was in a bigger city about 45 miles away. This will prove to be a crucial part of the encounter. Anyway, the encounter happened one day as I returned my rental car. I returned home from my trip a couple of hours earlier than normal, and had plenty of time to get back to the rental place before it closed. So I decide to go home 1st and I changed my clothes. I believe it was a Thursday evening - just before closing - around 6:00 pm - when I eventually returned the car. Typically there was only one agent at this remote site, but as I was soon to find out, there were days when there would be more than one agent. On the evening I returned my car, there was only one.
His name was Jimmy. He was an African American, who I pegged to be around 30 years old. A couple of inches taller than me - say around 6 foot, very well built, around 190. This age being my best guess considering I was 27 at the time. Jimmy was nice, and somewhat chatty. I thought nothing of it at the time. As we worked through the paperwork and the return process, at one point he asked me if I were seeing anyone. Now this certainly caught my attention.
As I could feel the excitement run through my body, I answered something to the affect of, "No - not around here - pretty tough to meet people."
With me being a somewhat athletic, in great shape and having somewhat of a darker complexion for a blonde white male, I would occasionally get "vibes" from African American gay males, but was always way too shy to follow up or keep the encounters going. Having a bubble butt and flat stomach also did wonders for getting similar attention from females, but of course I typically blew it off as I was not interested in females. I did have the occasional gay experience, but the experiences never lived up to my fantasies. This particular question from Jimmy was a lot more blatant and bold than what I was used to. Already in the mode of being ready to explode with sexual frustration, I was determined to not let this opportunity be missed, as I allowed other subtle ones in the past to be missed.
I would often think about other encounters after the fact and realize that my timid nature, or my shy nature, allowed me to miss out on the very few opportunities where I lived. I was attracted to Jimmy, although this was the 1st time I had met him or seen him at the rental location. Apparently he had seen me a couple of other times - on those rare occasions where there would be two agents. Of course I had not seen him.
So getting back to the question he asked and my response.
He promptly laughed and said, "I could imagine that being around here is tough for someone like you."
He also mentioned that there were many "things" to do where he was from. Sounding a bit like a hot invitation, I asked him if he had to work the following day, which of course would have been Friday.
He said, "I have to work tomorrow, and unfortunately, I have to be here at 7:00 am Saturday morning as well."
I countered with, "Sucks - you have to get up so early to make this trip down here."
At that moment I became even more bold and told him he could crash at my place Friday night, being it was only 5 miles away. I immediately turned around (wearing a pair of my hottest, tight fitting jeans) and looked out the window as he stood behind the small desk. If I were not already 100% certain that he wanted a piece of my White twink-ass, I certainly was when I turned around and saw a slight bulge in his nice pair of slacks. His answer was basically Yes and that would be cool, and "very helpful". So I left there Thursday evening with a hard on and an idea of how to lay out my "trap". I was going to seduce him, so I thought.
We had made plans for to me to come to the rental location Friday evening at closing time. Before taking the short jaunt back to my place, we stopped and grabbed a quick bite to eat. Afterwards, and before going back to my place for the evening, I asked him if he wanted to stop and get something to drink. I had got some wine on Thursday evening in anticipation for Friday night, but thought I should ask him.
He said, "Yeah, I could go for a bottle of wine."
