Here I am, lying naked on my back on the floor of some guy’s closet. My feet are propped on the door frame and a black man is pushing what feels like two dicks into my, not-entirely-ready ass hole. How did I wind up like this? It started innocently enough. It started with a message.

I had been messaging this guy who had shown interest in my profile. We had been chatting for a little while. Mainly, he would tell me he wants to meet up, and then things would wind up not lining up for meeting. I really didn’t give much attention to the chats at this point. This time, though, things were appearing to fall into alignment. We schedule to meet. It was in front of a grocery store. It’s safe to say that we weren’t looking to have some drawn out date that might end in sex. This was definitely going to end with sex, skip the date.

I got to the meeting point, and sat on a bench. After a few I received a text from the guy saying that he’s almost there. I was half thinking that he was going to flake out, and start looking for the fallback option. I didn’t get too far in the search, because the next thing I know the guy was standing right in front of me. We introduced ourselves to each other. I always thought it was odd when I tell somebody my name in front of a grocery store, on my way back to his place to fuck. Eh, what are you going to do, right? People like to know names. His was Michael.

We were walking back to his place, making small talk; that type of talk that says, “When we can get to a place where nobody can see us, I expect to have your dick buried inside me.” We finally got to what I thought was his place. We stepped inside the apartment, and instantly I started taking off clothes.