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I hate christenings, weddings, and funerals. In fact, any visit to a church is right at the bottom of my list of favourite things to do. When my elder sister, consequently, was about to marry, I was about as excited as visiting a dentist for root canal treatment. I was not much of a family guy and only saw my parents twice a year. Christmas and a mid-year break, both consisting of three days maximum, did the trick for me. The annoyance and added expense of an October visit therefore, did not make me very happy.For some inexplicable reason it had become traditional for family and friends to gather on the evening prior to a wedding. For me, it already was enough of a strain having to spend a Saturday in the company of people that I really do without. Fortunately, I managed to extricate myself from this nauseating ritual, by lying to my parents about my arrival time on the Friday evening. After hiring a vehicle at the airport, I was booked into the hotel that my parents had prearranged by seven-thirty, three hours earlier than the time I had given them.After settling in to the room, I relaxed on the bed for half an hour, before finally having a shower. After that, I made my way to the restaurant and had an enjoyable meal, and by nine-thirty I was in the bar quietly sipping on a beer. After a hectic week at work I was finally beginning to unwind and relax. The table where I was seated was in the corner of the room and the minimal lighting suited my mood.Just before eleven, a really dishy man entered the pub and took a seat at the bar counter. Most of the lighting in the room was concentrated around the counter, and so I got a really good look at him. The guy was stocky with short dark hair and a neatly trimmed beard. I had always favoured men with meaty butts and he filled his jeans magnificently. It was also apparent that he had solid, thick thighs. He had a wonderfully masculine bearing and simply oozed sex appeal. Regrettably, he stayed a very short time, and after slugging back two drinks left the bar.The following morning I joined my folks for breakfast but did not stay very long. There was simply far too much activity for my liking. After returning to the hotel I spent a few hours at the pool. As the church service was only at three that afternoon, I arrived at the church at a quarter to three and was shortly seated in the front row, which was isvecbahis reserved for family members.At five to three there was a hush in the room as the bridegroom entered with his best man. Imagine my surprise at discovering that the hunky guy from the previous evening, named Gareth, was my soon to be brother-in-law’s best man. I remember very little of the service because my eyes were totally focussed on Gareth. It’s a funny thing, but bulky guys always look awkward in a suit. To me, however, this was not a problem and I happily ogled him throughout the ritual.After the tedious photo session we all made our way to the wedding reception. Gareth, naturally, sat at the main table, but fortunately I was seated at a table close by and so was able to continue scrutinising him. Once the party got in to full swing, I noticed that he was not at all keen to get onto the dancefloor. A short while later, my heart beat faster when Gareth made his way to my table and sat down next to me.“Looks like we have something in common,” he said, as he gestured toward the dancefloor with his eyes.We momentarily established that we both had no rhythm and avoided dancefloors at all cost. Then we also discovered a few more things we had in common. We lived in the same city and were booked on the same plane home, the following afternoon.“In which part of the city do you live, Danny? He asked.My apartment was in a renowned gay area of the city and when I mentioned the suburb, Gareth frowned.“That’s a… gay area, isn’t it?” he asked, befuddled.I simply shrugged.“Are you gay?” he questioned, apprehensively.“Yes… but my folks don’t yet know, so please don’t alert the media,” I joked.“Mum’s the word,” he answered, with a bemused look on his face.“Have you got a boyfriend?” he asked.“No,” I replied.“Well, that’s another thing we have in common,” he answered.When he observed the perplexed look on my face he uttered a laugh, and then said, “I meant that I don’t have a girlfriend and therefore I’m also not involved,” he concluded, as we both had a good laugh.We hit it off very well and chatted on and off as the evening wore on. Later, at around ten o’clock when had both had enough of the wedding, Gareth asked if I wanted to join him for a drink at the hotel that we were booked into. After the customary goodbyes, we went on our way.As we sat at the same table I had occupied the isveçbahis giriş previous night, I was intrigued by our earlier interactions and decided to ask Gareth about his personal life.“Why aren’t you seeing anyone at the moment?” I asked.Frowning and with a very serious look on his face, he observed me intently. Then after a lengthy pause he said, “What I’m about to tell you is very private and personal. Please don’t repeat any of it to anyone,” he earnestly concluded.“Mum’s the word,” I answered.“I’ve developed a performance problem. Simply put, when the occasion arises, I cannot rise to the occasion,” he confessed. I didn’t utter a sound and simply let him continue. “My knob works perfectly when I need to pleasure myself, but when I’m with a woman, the damn thing simply won’t stay hard,” he finished off, in an exasperated tone.Uncomfortably, I asked, “Have you seen a doctor about this?”“Sure, but he says that there is nothing physically wrong and that I need to see a shrink,” he agitatedly stated.“Well, have you done that yet?” I questioned.“No, I don’t trust shrinks,” he declared, emphatically.We had reached a point in the conversation that I was reticent to go beyond. Gareth’s erectile problems were obviously very vexing to him and I didn’t want to seem like a nosy busybody. I was, however, fascinated by his dilemma.If the problem isn’t physical, what the hell is causing his short-circuit, I pondered.After a lengthy pause, I delicately asked, “What do you fantasise about… when you’re masturbating?”I was immediately sorry about my question, because the blood seemed to drain from his face and his body language became anxious. “I’m sorry I asked, please forgive me,” I said, as I hastily tried to backtrack. Fortunately, we both needed another drink and I hastily arose to fetch our drinks from the bar counter.When I returned Gareth seemed calmer. Gradually, as he relaxed, Gareth revealed his masturbation fantasy to me. It consisted of him and another guy fucking a woman. Gareth stressed that there was no contact between him and the other guy in his fantasy, but that the thought of watching the other guy fucking the woman is what excited him the most. I wanted to explore this conversation a lot further because I got the strong impression that Gareth was holding back, but the barman put an end to our tête-à-tête when he announced that isveçbahis yeni giriş it was closing time. Both of us were tired and decided to head off to our respective rooms.Gareth and I had breakfast together the following day, and also sat next to one another on the plane later. Naturally, with ears all around us our conversation was fairly restrained on the aircraft. When we arrived after the two hour fight Gareth offered to give me a ride home. Once we got to my place he popped in for a quick coffee. He had a dinner arrangement for that evening and wanted to get back to his place beforehand, to unpack and settle in after the weekend.As he was about to leave, he said, “I really hope we stay in touch, Danny, because I enjoyed your company very much. Maybe we can have dinner together sometime?”“Well, if aren’t busy on Friday night come to me for dinner, you know where I stay.” I proposed, nonchalantly.“Deal, I’ll definitely be here,” he answered, with a warm smile.I thought about Gareth all week. He was as sexy as hell and very appealing to me. We had also interacted effortlessly on the wedding weekend, but I kept reminding myself that although he was experiencing a glitch in his life, Gareth was essentially straight and there would be no more than a friendship between us. Most of all, I really enjoyed his company and cogitated upon the fact that I would simply have to cope as my hormones did somersaults, whenever I was around him.That Friday evening when Gareth arrived at my place, I was somewhat taken aback when I got an affectionate man hug. Then, while we were having dinner, my life became the focus of our conversation. Gareth wanted to know all the ins and outs of gay life. Of course, he also made it clear that this was merely a quest to learn something new and broaden his mind. Gareth continually used the term ‘you guys’ when referring to gay men, which I supposed was to entrench his heterosexuality. At around eight-thirty, I decided to see just how eager Gareth really was in his quest to learn something new.“Would you like to visit the gay bar down the road?” I asked in a casual way, with just the smallest hint of a dare. I could see a slightly anxious look on his face and decided to up the ante.“Then you can check out the scene first-hand, Gareth.” After a pause I continued, “I’ll take you there, stay by your side throughout the visit, and then escort you back here afterward. I promise nobody will molest or grope you,” I concluded, with a taunting laugh.“Sure… cool, let’s do it,” Gareth answered, almost defiantly.Once in the bar, Gareth’s anxiousness abated fairly quickly.

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