Suddenly a blue bubble popped up at the bottom of my Tumblr page, I had a message!
A message is always exciting, it means one of my followers thought enough of my blog to want to contact me. I touched the bubble to see who was contacting me. His tag was Micah.
"Eh, Mate, I like your blog. It seems we have similar tastes in men."
I posted a variety of pictures of men and women, depending on how the mood strikes me. Lately I had a taste for smooth, male swimmers bodies.
I was flattered that he liked my secret blog. Secret because I kept my deepest urges a secret from my spouse.
I looked at Micah's blog and got very aroused. His profile picture was of a male torso from mid chest down and a big package confined by sexy blue boy shorts, my favorite. He had a hot collection of men and women, all similar to my tastes. His blog did seem a little heavy with young slender men with strong erections eager to be sucked. I decided to respond, being discrete, I didn't want to say anything that revealed my true identity. I followed him and messaged.
"Thanks for the comment, you have a hot blog too. So, are you active with men or is your infatuation with men just a fantasy?"
And so the discussion began. We were soon flirting with each other. We told each other what we would do to the other if we were in the same room. We even exchanged photos that showed me that his profile picture was him. He had a slim swimmers body, just like the ones that attracted me. Micah lived in Sydney and I was in Kansas City so it all seemed safe enough.
I found myself watching my Tumblr account constantly through out the day just to see if there was a new comment or to check his blog to see what his likes were from the day.
I sat at work and would log on and check our subsidiary in Australia just to see his local time, to know if Micah was awake or not. We shared our desires and needs with each other, surprising me how I hung on his every fantasy and liked to hear about his life. We became friends even through the miles. Sometimes a few days would go by without a comment then one of us would say something igniting another round of conversation. This carried on for months, surprising us both.
I was at work one afternoon when my manager surprised me.
"We need you to go to our office in Newcastle, Australia." "They need to update our new program and we need you to supervise."
I was excited at the prospect of meeting Micah. I knew very little about Australia. I had no idea where Newcastle was in relation to Sydney, but regardless, I couldn't wait to message Micah and tell him I was coming down under for work.
"Newcastle is just a short drive from Sydney!" Micah informed me.
I was going to be in Australia for 3 weeks. At some point I was going to get to Sydney to "meet" Micah.
Suddenly the prospect of living out our fantasy was exciting but also scary. Would he like what he saw, would I be as desirable as I am on-line?
I had two weeks before I left. I decided I was going to start a workout regiment. I wanted to look like the guys in the pictures we were posting. I was realistic. I knew I couldn't be that buff, but I could at least tighten up before meeting him.
We messaged back and forth making plans. The one unknown was when would I have time to get away and could he get away from his spouse long enough for us to spend time together. We decided I should extend my stay a weekend and spend that time in Sydney.
I had to discourage my spouse from joining us by impressing on here I would probably be putting in 10 to 12 hour days and we would have very little, if any, time to tour.
By now Micah and I had exchanged email addresses and were, actually, in pretty close communication. He was as excited as I was about meeting. We were trading ideas on how he would be able to get away for at least an evening at the conclusion of my business trip.
Well the day to leave finally arrived. I had been religious about my workout routine and was feeling pretty good about the way I looked. It was winter in the states but it was summer in Australia so I packed accordingly. I ordered some very sexy male underwear (if you can call it that) online just for our special occasion. It was a thong with a red net pouch. They were very provocative, nothing like I would wear normally and nothing my spouse would approve of.
I arrived in Newcastle and went straight to the hotel. The room was nice, very comfortable for my 3 week stay. The hotel had a nice workout facility so I could continue my routine.
I stayed very busy making the time seem to fly by. Finally on the last Friday I packed up and traveled to a new hotel in Sydney.
I arrived at my hotel late afternoon. Micah had given me the name of a bar where we could meet at 7:00 so I had a few hours.
I went to my room and got right in the shower. I shaved my self smooth. I got my new thong, put it on and admired myself in the mirror. My 5 weeks of hard workouts had paid off. My chest and abs were well defined and my arm and leg muscles showed my efforts. I couldn't resist and snapped a few photos of myself. I put my red thong and a pair of skinny jeans. I wore skin tight yellow v-neck t-shirt that showed off my physique. I had told Micah I would be in yellow so he could spot me.
I hoped we would end up in my room tonight so I turned the bed down completely, I didn't want any bedding for us to get tangled in. I got a fresh bottle of Astroglide and a menthol cough drop from my satchel and put ithem on the nightstand.
My heart was racing with excitement in anticipation. It was nearing time to leave when my phone chimed a message. It was Micah.
"You aren't going to back out on me tonight?"
"Not in a million years! I'll be there, in yellow."
Now I was really excited. I got a cab "The Stonewall Hotel." I said. Which got me a sideways glance that I thought was odd.
It was only a few minutes away. I got out to pay the fair. "Thank you mate, Good luck tonight." He sped off. I didn't know how to take that comment.
I walked into the bar and suddenly it all made sense. Micah had chosen a gay bar. It didn't ease my nervousness being here, I had never been in a gay bar before. I went straight to the bar, I was early so I ordered a scotch to ease my nerves. The bartender was friendly and I couldn't help but feel like he and perhaps everyone else in the room was sizing me up. I looked around and watched the various activity. Mostly young attractive men flirting with each other, men making out in the booths and coupling up and going to private rooms in the back. All the activity was getting me aroused.
