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For three days I had been so stressed out, I was afraid I'd blow a gasket. Well, I hoped to blow something soon, anyway. Less than seventy-two hours before I had taken the plunge and went to a gay bar with all intentions of fulfilling my biggest fantasy. Being straight all my life, yet recently questioning my own sexual preferences, I somehow got up the nerve and gave blow jobs to not one, but two well hung studs.
With a little liquid courage loosening me up, I had come on to Rick, a gorgeous hunk who must be about twenty years my junior. I went down on him like a cheap slut and devoured him till he coated my tonsils with the finest protein cocktail one could imagine. A little while later, I did the same with a handsome bartender who turned out to be his flatmate.
Rick and I made plans to meet on his day off, and although the thought of it excited me beyond belief, I still couldn't figure out why he would want to get it on with me, someone much older than himself.
I am in pretty good shape for my age and try to stay fit, yet this guy could probably have anyone that he wanted. As it is, he has a beautiful flatmate, Ken. With this in mind, I kept asking myself why he would be interested in me.
Perhaps he was fascinated by the fact that I was a virgin, never being with a man before. Maybe he was being truthful when he said I gave him one of his best blow jobs ever, and that on my first attempt so I should only get better. Or did he just like the slutty way I just gave myself to him?
Also, I wondered what was going on with him and Ken? Did Rick just want to make him jealous? Or, was I going to be a shared toy for the both of them? I worried what he was thinking, but hoped the last thought was the closest to the reality of the situation.
These thoughts worried me constantly. I should have just been happy for my own good fortune, but my insecurity was getting the better of me all week long till the time finally came to meet.
So, the day before, being excited and not being able to think of anything else, I rode to Rick's neighborhood to find his building. I didn't want to mess up and get lost on my big day. All day and night I fasted, not eating any solid food. I wanted to make sure my digestive track was totally empty and sparkling fresh. I trimmed the hair on my balls and rosebud, and when bedtime came, I retired with wild thoughts keeping me awake till early in the morning.