This story only has characters over the age of 18.
My birthday was an awkward date, January 5th and this one was to prove a particularly eventful one.
I'm Jack and my birthday was to be my eighteenth.
I had been so excited because it was the day I was going to come out and get myself some action. I'd known I was gay for a few years now but had gone through the pretence of dating girls. It never felt quite right though and I was determined that I would not conform to a straight relationship just to please others.
I live with my widowed mother and I was sure she had guessed which way I was going, due to the stack of gay magazines under my bed but she said nothing. I just used to throw them untidily under the bed but every so often, she would clean my room and leave them in date order in piles.
It was scarcely plausible that she had never looked at them. She was going to be working late at the hospital on my birthday, which left me to my own devices.
My mission was to get cock. Any size, any age, I really wasn't fussy. I just wanted to taste cock and be fucked. Surely not too much to ask?
My mother wanted to take me out for a meal on the Friday night instead but I convinced her to leave it until Monday. I would have more fun on my own. I wanted to tell her I was after cock but couldn't manage it.
I spent an hour getting myself ready and admired myself in my long bedroom mirror. At 5'8", I naively considered most guys out there would be taller and dominant, which suited me to a tee. I ran my hands over my lithe body, closing my eyes as I did so, dreaming it was the man who was going to take me.
I already had an idea of my destination, a bar that I knew was gay-friendly. I got there early, in order to avoid the doormen going on duty as I didn't want turned away. I looked my age, certainly no younger and I wanted in.
The inside was dimly-lit and I sat at a table in the corner, trying to take in the atmosphere before deciding my next move. My palms were sweating and I was beginning to wonder if I had the bottle to carry on.
Then, I saw somebody enter that made me freeze. It was Mr Simmons, my Economics teacher at school. I tried to shrink back and hoped he wouldn't see me but my attempt was futile and he strode towards me. He stopped a few feet away and took in my appearance.
"Hello Jack. Here for a special occasion?" He asked in that typical teachers voice that demanded an answer.
"It's my 18th birthday, Mr Simmons, sir." I stated.
He nodded. "Cut the formality Jack, in here you can call me Lee."
"Okay Mr...erm...Lee." I stumbled.
"So what made you come here of all places? Are you meeting someone?"
I tried to regain my composure before answering him.
"Oh, I just popped in to see what it was like, I'm not meeting anyone." I replied defensively.
Again he nodded, without speaking and I felt brave and went on the offensive.
"What about you Lee? Why are you here?"
This time he laughed. "I think we're here for the same thing Jack but with a subtle difference."
"And what's that?" I tried replying confidently.
"You're looking for cock and I'm looking for arse." He said full of certainty.
I tried to look shocked but he saw right through me.
"Now we understand each other, Jack, may I buy you a drink?" He smiled for the first time and I remembered why I had such a crush on him in class. Now there was every chance that crush could be turned into a reality.
"How about a 'sex on the beach'?" I answered cheekily.
"Your wish is my command....for now."
I watched as Lee approached the bar. He was only in his early 30's and had a fit body. He had been a budding professional footballer, before injury called an untimely halt to his career and propelled him into teaching.
He looked as if he had come straight from school, wearing his brown suit with waistcoat.
I watched as he was served and all I wanted was to get hold of his cock and surrender myself to him.
He returned but not with the cocktail I ordered.
"No 'sex on the beach', I'm afraid but this tequila guarantees you sex later." He wasn't hiding the fact that I was to be his before the night was through.
Lee sat beside me, our backs to the wall and his right hand soon searched my knee out. He knew I was his as I gasped at his touch. Then I did the thing I had waited for and stole a kiss on his lips. Immediately, his tongue was searching my mouth. My head was spinning as we disengaged.
"Put your hand on my thigh." he ordered.
My left hand moved up his leg until I arrived at his crotch. My fingers rested on his zip as I looked him in the eyes.
"Jack, if you pull that zip down, I will fuck you later." He said dominantly.
"I'm counting on it Mr Simmons" I called him by his formal name as he would boss me tonight.
I could feel my heart pounding as I slowly tugged at his zip. Once pulled down, I slipped my hand inside and for the first time in my life, made contact with another man's cock. It was semi-hard and growing. It felt hot and I could feel it pulsing. I wanted to suck it but even this bar had limits.
"Finish your drink, Jack. Then we can go back to my place." He zipped up and kissed me again.
My insides were doing somersaults and I was shaking, not through trepidation but through anticipation.
I gulped back my drink and stood up.
"I'm all yours Mr Simmons, take me home and do what you wish."
We took a cab back to his flat, located in one of the nicer areas of town and we managed to avoid doing anything too inappropriate in the back seat. The driver kept looking in his mirror, so getting Lee's cock out was out of the question. As soon as Lee had paid the cabbie and we were on the pavement he had his arms around my waist from the back. I could feel him pressing against me.
"Get up those stairs Jack and go straight into the shower, I only lick clean arse."
The thought of his tongue teasing my arse almost blew my mind.
