This is my first offering - a really amazing experience and the first time I realised that I loved cock and satisfying men.
I came from a backwater closed minded little town in the arsend of nowhere. I had always liked guys and girls, although being from a town like that my denial ran strong! However often when I was "alone and using my imagination"... (you know what I mean!), I'd think about a strong guy pushing his cock into my mouth and making me service his needs or bending me over and entering my virgin rosebud....
Anyway -- at the age of 18 I left home to go to university in Manchester, a great place, and unknown to me at the time, due to my small-town ignorance, had a thriving gay scene.
In my first week lectures were very straight forward -- mostly doing admin stuff, there was a ton of partying every night to really make sure we burned our student loans... On the fourth day, I was struggling with a hangover, and having just heard of "the hair if the dog", decided to give it a go. I walked to a nearby pub at lunchtime, ordered a pint and sat at the bar.
As I was trying to overcome the hungover repulsion to alcohol, a guy walks in -- looking immaculate, well-groomed with a great body and tight leather trousers -- which left very little to the imagination. I felt like my eyes bulged out of my head as I watched him walk in. He came to the bar beside me and ordered a drink. He was clearly a regular here by the familiar and flirtatious way he spoke to the barman.
"This guy must be gay," I thought to myself -- a fairly reasonable conclusion given the trousers and the flirting with the barman. This being the 90's, and me being from a small backwards town I really didn't know what to do. He was "one of them" one of the million and one names called out in my school playground, but ultimately a man loving gay. As much as I was freaked out by this, I could also feel the arousal in me stirring.... This guy had felt stubble rubbing against his face as he kissed a guy, had felt smooth cock passing through his lips and into his mouth... It was overwhelming.... Terrifyingly hot!
He turned to me and started a conversation, "Gorgeous little bar isn't it?"
"Yes," I managed in a monosyllabic croak, my throat dry with excitement and fear. "it's er got a great location," I added, trying make my one-word answer seem less ignorant.
"It certainly is a great location, plenty of eye candy," he replied with a wink. This little flirtation triggered all the things, the ingrained homophobia and the sheer arousal waging war inside me. My rapidly hardening cock, and my hunger for his....
"So where you from?" He asked casually, my accent and complete greenness having made it abundantly clear I wasn't local....
"Scotland -- this tiny, 'not even on the map' town near inverness," I replied.
"Bet the gay scene is booming there," he chuckled sarcastically.
"Oh, I'm not gay," I said hastily. My eyes betraying me, sliding across that bulge. My own cock straining against my jeans.
"Well that's a tragedy," he said, with another flirty wink. "So you a student then?"
"yeah," I answered, "Engineering, just starting my first year. How about yourself?"
"I run a bar around the corner, So I come in here for a little quiet time, where nobody can badger me over every little issue." He answered, "You know if you're a broke student, we're taking on bar staff for the new term, interviews are tomorrow -- I can add you to the list if you'd like."
"Yes please," I said, eagerly. Getting a job was on my list of things to do, so potentially this could be Ideal. My naivety stopping me from even considering the weirdness of the boss trying to get in my pants, or my half-buried desire for him to get in my pants"
He said his name was Gary he was 44 over more than twice my age which just made me more excited. He told me more about the job and gave me his number. I stood there putting it into my Nokia brick, while doing my best to keep my eyes off of that beautiful bulge, alongside trying to keep my raging hardon concealed...... I suspect he had noticed it. I excused myself and went to the toilet.
As I was stood at the urinal, hoping my cock would deflate enough so that I could pee, the door opened, it was Gary. I quickly shook myself off -- pretending I had finished so I could escape without him seeing my raging boner, which had just gotten harder as he came in. "hey cutie" he said in a flirty manner.
"Hi. Fancy seeing you here," I replied in an over the top comedy voice. Trying, and failing, to flirt back.
He humoured me with a little laugh and kept walking towards the urinal, as I went to wash my hands. He appeared behind me in the mirror. "So, have you ever been with a man?"