Lightning breached the darkness of the sultry evening revealing a threatening night sky. The immediacy and intensity of the inevitable crack of thunder indicated that the forecasted torrential rains would be soon to arrive as I sat in my small station wagon waiting the night's suitor. The arrangements had been made earlier that day on an Internet chat room with an anonymous man. The anticipation that I had reveled in all day was quickly waning. He was late - twenty minutes late to be precise – and the impending storm deflated my hopes that he was going to show up. There I sat, with increasingly heavy rain pelting the roof of my wagon as I sat at some deserted park in a town near to where I live.
The park was reputed to be a bit of a hang out for those who where cruising the town for some man action but on a Wednesday, with an storm of seemingly apocalyptic proportions looming ominously on the western horizon, my hopes of meeting anyone else were slim to none. I looked at my watch and decided that I would call the night a bust in fifteen minutes. Disappointment set in and I prayed for the appearance of headlights in my rear-view.
And there they were! My heart leapt before I could check it with the reality that this could easily be some adventurous feminine young bottom boy rather than the masculine, more experienced top that I needed to fill my most urgent fantasy and my deepest darkest void. The car pulled around the parking lot and I could just make out a medium built man before he shot back out into the dimly light street and was gone. It was not my Internet suitor but my hopes had risen none-the-less. Any decent top could fulfill my need after all. My heart rated declining, I was about to check the time again when the lights returned. It was the same car and this time he pulled into a parking spot not more than 10 yards away. My heart was now skipping along at a rate approaching fatality. The man peered at me through the sheets of falling rain and I waved at him feebly. A week gesture that revealed my quaking heart and jittering nerves, but it was enough. He exited his vehicle with a single movement that exuded confidence. He strutted, heedless of the tempest, to my window as I fumbled to open it.
"So, what is it you are looking for tonight?" he asked in a deep voice.
He was about my height of 5'11" but had a heavier build that appeared to have once been of body-builders musculature but has now gone slightly to seed. He had dark hair and deep brown piercing eyes. "I'm a bottom…into oral and anal," I stammered softly. He chuckled at my discomfiture.
"Well, I think I might just be able to help you but you should know that my roommate may want to join in," he stated dramatically. He looked at me as if I was a fine cut of tenderloin or a greyhound at the local dog track.
My heart lurched in my chest and my vision seemed to become obscured by a haze that did not emulate from the raging storm but rather from the adrenaline coursing through my veins. I could only nod stupidly in response. He bade me to follow him to his place.
He did not live far from the park but in my anticipation it seemed to take eons to arrive. He led me into his duplex by my shoulders as if I was an erring child. He left me standing at the foot of the stairs like some servant as he went up to inform his roommate of the night's prize. In a matter of seconds he beckoned me up and into his bedroom.
His roommate was taller, younger and thinner but still my elder by at least five years. He smiled grimly as I entered trembling so severely that I had to concentrate on keeping my knees from buckling.
