Meeting Tim changed me, my life and everything.
You know how it is in life, one just-folks the sheep generally unless you are one of those extraverts that stand out from the rest.
Tim is certainly that and more. He is a local big noise who is the president of this and that appertaining to all matters political and is one of those guys who has an answer for everything, but never the answer you want from him. A typical position in other words.
I met him at a local Conservative Party stint. Not as though I am into politics, but I need to take heed of the way they operate for my University course.
I have had two or three girl fiends but nothing ongoing. Both seemed to lose interest after the first couple of dates and I still don't know why, that is; I didn't know why then but I do now, since Tim suggested we go to the theatre together.
Me and the theatre are not good bed fellows but thinking that Tim had taken a friendly liking to me, and thinking of my studies, I went along with it.
He was a different guy altogether away from the political scene. He was nice and considerate and very generous, insisting he paid for dinner and the theatre.
Little did I know or even understand that he aimed to seduce me. It never occurred to me, it never entered my mind. Me being firmly placed on the proverbial bandwagon behaving how I thought was right to behave in line with my University colleagues.
It just didn't register at all that Tim of all people was gay. I didn't feel like I was. I liked girls too much even although I was unable to please them. I concluded that was because I didn't fancy them that way.
It's incredible now to think I was completely unaware of my true leaning.
When, in the theatre during the performance of Macbeth, Tim dropped some popcorn over my lap and frantically started to brush the debris off my lap, brushing his hand against my crotch as he did so, I didn't think anything of it. That is; not until he failed to remove his hand from my thigh after wards.
I sort of moved my thigh in an effort to make him aware, thinking he would take his hand away. But he didn't and in the faint light or the auditorium I could see a certain glow in his eyes as he smiled at me in a very becoming way.
One thing certain, I knew at that point he had no intention ion whatsoever of removing his hand from the part of my inner thigh that I realized was giving me the most delightful feeling.
It was lovely but what was it all about? As the show continued his hand continued to rub up my thigh, to the point where his fingers were actually touching my testis through my trousers. I held my breath not quite knowing how to respond. This was quite unusual to be with another guy doing things like that.