The Encounter

It happened nearly four years ago, when I was 20 years old. I was on my

home from my part time job when I decided to log onto my dating app, just to see who was in the area.

That’s when I met him, he was in his mid 40’s but he looked no older than 30 something on his photos. He had sharp black hair, a deceptive kind smile, and a body that wasn’t afraid to be exposed even on his profile. I couldn’t wait to see what his locked photos we’re hiding for me. Our conversation rapidly engaged into a heated discussion of our sexual preferences. In 10 minutes I had told him my dirty secret fantasies and fetishes I don’t usual share with anyone. I was still too shy to even admit to myself of my desire to be bound and forcefully milked by another man. Yet here was this complete stranger already getting me to spill and talk about meeting him at his home.

My heart raced at the chance to meet this guy. Unfortunately, I was wearing my work uniform, so I couldn’t go looking like a school boy with my khaki shorts and polo that read after school tutor in big bold white stitched letters. Yet he insisted I come over immediately if I was ever to have a chance with him. I couldn’t pass up this opportunity so my rational thinking went out the window and I drove to this man’s address.

He lived in a much nicer neighborhood than mine. I liked it there, it was really peaceful, especially on a nice sunny day as this one. I made my way to his door and as soon as I knocked, the door opened revealing this glorious man. He was taller than me by a few inches, maybe 6’ft and the body of a retired football star with broad shoulders and thick waist to match. He stood there with a grin wearing a bath robe and maybe nothing more. He waved me into his home. He was looked older than his picture lead, but his maturity only turned me on more than I expected. I suspected he preferred younger men like me, but he was a nice guy with a beautiful place. He had nice furniture, art all over his walls, and candles lit making the place feel incredibly inviting. He offered me to sit on the couch and handed me a glass of water to drink. I’m sure he could tell I was nervous. “Feel like watching a dirty movie?” He had caught me off guard, but I mustered out an awkward “sure”.

I was pretty comfortable but I’d only watched a porno with other guys once, at a bachelor party when there loads of other people there; plus they were all hetero so conversation then was bravado and bluster. This would be more different than I realized when the movie turned out to be all-male.

“Do you mind? Do you watch gay porn?” I continued to squeak as if I had choked on my water. “I guess, sometimes.”

He started talking about sex as we watched.

“So have you had many encounters like this?”

“Nope…. no… not often.”

“I Don’t believe you”

He smiled at me and had such a genuine tone, that I couldn’t help but keep opening up to him unlike anyone in my life.

“I only came out like a year ago. I guess….a friend of my brother jerked me off once”

I couldn’t believe I was saying this. I had never told anyone!

“Oh, how old were you?”

“Sixteen”

“and him?

“I dunno… 25?”

“What did you do?”

“We just jerked eachother, but we stopped after he came. I liked seeing him cumming and when he grabbed my dick I thought it was exciting cause I felt like I didn’t have a choice.”

“You liked feeling him touch you and expose you?”

“Yes.”

“And that’s it? nothing else?”

“No”

“I bet you think about it”

“Yeah, sometimes”

“so you never wanted to do it again?”

“I never really felt I had the chance as he never talked to me again.