I was 22 and not long out of university with a degree in geology when I landed a job with an American oil firm based in Great Yarmouth in Norfolk and working in the North Sea offshore fields. I rented a small flat in Gorleston, a small dormitory suburb of the town. I was still a little confused about my sexuality - I had girlfriends at uni but I knew I got horny thinking about gay sex. My initiation wasn't exactly comfortable but it helped me make up my mind that I was indeed bisexual.
I had been out to a pub on the seafront and then to a small disco bar before deciding to walk home along the cliffs to my flat. I had reached the mid-point with the sea on my left, the ornamental gardens on my right and only the cliff walkway behind and in front of me. I hard footsteps behind me and then a breezy
- Hello.
A man in came alongside me. He was a little tubby, probably in his 50s and dressed in an open-necked Hawaiian shirt and red shorts with open sandals on his feet.
- Been out for the night then, he said.
- Yes, I replied as nonchalantly as I could.
- Didn't pull then?
- Obviously not, I replied
- Happy to help if you're still feeling a bit horny, he said.
I was stunned. This was as blatant a come-on as I could think. And I felt my cock stirring.
- Well I'm not sure, I replied, trying to keep my voice calm.
- Well look let's go down to the shelters and see how we get on, my new friend said taking me by the arm.
We took one of the downward paths which eventually led to the beach promenade but which had shelters halfway down where people could sit and gaze out to sea. We reached one of these shelters in seconds and as we came to a halt I felt his hand grab my cock and balls through my jeans.