By the time I was in my middle twenties my experiences with sex had expanded dramatically. I had started with girls and also had had oral sex with several guys. No one knew about that as being bi was pretty much unheard of and I was certainly not telling any of my friends. My steady girl friend at the time, actually my fiancé a few years younger than me was finishing her last year of university in another city and so although we got together most week ends at her place in Toronto there were times when she was really busy or I was really horny and I went looking for some fun with casual hook ups with guys.
This was all before the internet so finding possible contacts while trying to remain in the closet was a continual problem. ON one of my trips to the city hall washroom I saw a new sign on a stall that said there was a man who wanted to experience being blown by another man for the first time. He had left a phone number there and I memorized it before leaving.
That night about 9pm I called the number and asked for Jim. He said it was him on the phone and asked what I was calling about so with some nervousness I told him of finding the number in the bathroom. He then asked if I wanted to give him a blow job and when I said I could do that he started asking about my age, what I looked like, how many times I'd done that etc.
