This is the first of many experiences I had with what would become my very first male fuck buddy.
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For some reason I find that I tend to act on my bi-sexual tendencies more frequently when I'm in a relationship (with a girl). Whenever I'm single, the vast majority of my hookups are with the ladies. Having said that, I had recently begun a new long term relationship with a foxy brunette a few years back. After a few months of the usual fucking like rabbits every night-any chance we could get really-I started to have those familiar urges.
One night when the girlfriend was out of town I decided to throw up an ad online: Straight looking to suck and maybe bottom. Be hung. Typical, no bullshit. I had a few flakey responses throughout the night as per usual, and didn't really expect much to happen. I started on a 6 pack while casually looking at porn and edging.
Around 11:00 I checked my email one last time and was surprised to find a pretty legit response with a picture of a very thick, slightly longer than average cock:
"Hey Bro! Just saw your ad, I live right in your neighborhood. I'm a straight acting gay male, totally not a part of the lifestyle. I love getting sucked by other masculine straight acting dudes!"
Needless to say I responded with interest. I was not comfortable hosting someone at my house for a first time hookup and he couldn't host so I suggested a few local outdoor spots that I have discovered (not cruising places, mind you, just places I have found on my own and feel very comfortable hooking up at). He was fine with the outside play so we set a time and I headed on out.
The place was a little secluded spot behind a local restaurant that backs up to a small creek that runs through town. You drive probably 50 yards down a pretty steep slope to get to the water, and there's only one way in and one way out so plenty of time to hide if you see headlights or people. As I pulled into the parking lot I was alarmed to see a cop pulling out of the same parking lot. I drove past the restaurant and parked near a tattoo parlor (only business open at this hour) in the shopping center right next to the restaurant and waited to see where the cop went.
I was slightly relieved when he seemed to motor on down the road, but after a nice buzz from the 6 pack, my paranoia had been heightened. I drove back towards the restaurant and headed on down to the water, looking for my new friend. After a couple quick scans I spotted a guy maybe 30 yards from the parking lot waving his lit cellphone towards me. Something about the cop pulling out and the guy waving his cellphone just completely spooked me. I turned around and headed back home.
I only lived 5 minutes away so as soon as I got home I pulled out my phone to email the guy with some sort of bullshit apology. There was already an email waiting for me:
"Hey was that you? Did you not see me? What the hell?!"