Last Saturday was an interesting day and I can't believe that I am now driving to Bill's house this Saturday afternoon. Actually, last Saturday wasn't just interesting, it was a life changing day. To understand why I can't believe that I am driving to Bill's house I need to tell you about the last 7 weeks and especially what Bill did to me last Saturday.
It was seven weeks ago when I decided to sign up on one of those alternative sex sites. It was late at night and I was pretty horny as I was watching porn videos and reading sex stories. It had been a while since I had sex and really was looking for something different. I decided to make a profile of a submissive man looking for a dominant top. I had only had sex once with a man in college, 20 years ago. He had handcuffed me and then worked my ass really well before fucking me and then shooting his load all over my back. It was a great experience but one that I never repeated. This night I was in the mood to feel a cock inside of me so my profile was pretty explicit in what I wanted. I wasn't actually looking to meet someone, I was just horny and having fun but I didn't put that in the profile.
I forgot about the profile until a couple days later when a man, Bill, contacted me. He told me that he fit the man that I was looking for. Physically he was pretty good looking. His picture showed a 60-year-old man who was in good shape, probably pretty muscular back in his hay day but now pretty toned. He was 6'2", 200lbs, didn't smoke, was gay and very dominant. He said he liked playing with men's bodies and was into "passive" men who wanted to just have their bodies played with.
We emailed a couple times over the next two weeks. We exchanged photos and I found out that he lived in a city about 30 miles from my house. We even talked on the phone once before I finally told him that I was just really horny that night and wasn't really planning on meeting anyone. I don't think he was happy about me telling him that. I think there are far more people that post like me on those sites than there should be. At any rate, about 3 weeks after that, I received an email from him. It just read, 'Are you really horny again?'
It was late at night when I received the email and I had been looking at porn again. I emailed him back and simply said yes. I didn't hear back from him again that night. That got me thinking about kink and gay sex so the rest of the night I watched gay BDSM porn.
Two days passed and I that Thursday I received another email from him. In this email he said that if was still horny we should at least meet at a bar and talk. He lived about 30 miles from me. He suggested a bar that was not far from his house and told me to meet him at 1pm. I told him that I would meet him that Saturday (this was last week).
I left just after noon and planned to get there at about quarter to one. Just as I was arriving at the bar, my phone rang. It was Bill. I answered and Bill told me that a work related subject came up and he was going to be about an hour or so late. He said that I could come over to his house and have a free beer or two or I could wait at the bar and he would join me when he could. I should have just said no maybe we can do it some other time. I could have said I would meet him at the bar when he was done. What I told him was that whatever he thought would be easier. He had me right where he wanted me. He gave me directions to his house, which was only about 1 mile away and pretty easy to get to.
When I arrived, I rang the bell. After a short wait, Bill answered the door. He welcomed me in with a big smile on his face. I must say that first impression of him was just as he portrayed himself in the emails. He pointed to his kitchen and told me to get myself a beer and watch whatever I wanted on TV. He left and went down a hall and out of site. I heard a door close and assumed he was back to whatever work problem he had to take care of.
I walked to the kitchen. The fridge was stocked with many types of beer. I was happy to see that he had many types of lite beer and grabbed one of those. There was no way I was going to get drunk in this type of a situation. I turned on the TV. I found a college football game and started watching. It took about 15 minutes before I was ready for another beer. When I stood up, I had a little head rush. I attributed it to that fact that I was still a little apprehensive and it was pretty hot in the room. I grabbed another beer and sat back down. The game was pretty boring and I was starting to get a little drowsy. Towards the end of the second beer, Bill came in and sat down. I kinda looked over at him and he had a big smile on his face. He said that his work was done and all that was left was for everyone to have some fun. It dawned on me. I was drugged. I tried to get up but didn't really have control of my body. Bill laughed and then put his hand on my crotch. He said feels pretty nice but we wouldn't need this today. He started rubbing my thigh when I completely blanked out.
