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CrescendoMy vision reduced to the few inches of screen. It should have felt restrictive but it was infinite. For so long I’d repressed it, but my body’s sexual appetite could now be free. My chest was wound tight, my world was wound tight. My heart beating so fast that my beats blurred into one immense momentum revolving in my heart: I was swept up. I felt my hands hover over the keypad – just do it.“16 Cadzow Place” appeared as if watching someone else type.2 minutes…“Postcode?”“EH7 5SN”2 minutes… “got u – c u in 20 min. I’ll txt u outside.” My heart jumped, dropped but, instead of the solid wet thud of its immovable mass hitting reality, it kept falling… and dissipated.I glanced at the photo of Helen on the table: I knew nothing would ever be the same again, I’d want more. I already wanted more.My mind whirred: it was just for sex – I was straight – I loved women – I loved her! It was dangerous, it had only took a couple minutes to arrange bahis firmaları – what kind of a guy says yes to meeting me for sex without asking for a photo or chatting? Who was I about to meet? Who was I going to share the most intimate moment of my life with? Who was going to mark me forever?No, I didn’t want to do it – it was alien to me. What was I doing? All those years entirely captured by Kathryn’s beauty, the years of adoration I’d shown Helen. My phone vibrated.I was outside, waiting shyly on the pavement; my cock hardening. A car pulled up, it’s indicator blinking fast. The warmth of the car hit me as I entered and I suddenly realised how cold it had been. The car smelt odd, it smelt of a man – I repressed my disgust so immediately, that I’d only realise it later.With more authority and self-possession than I’d ever known, I said: “Hi”…And looked at him. He drove off quickly as he replied: “How are you?”’Horny’ I breathed, struggling kaçak iddaa to speak as I felt the car transporting me away from my home.He laughed light heartedly, but my heart was tight, immediately denying his entry, or that of any emotion. “I’ll find somewhere quick then” he said.I was hard. I could feel cum burning through the tip of my swollen, inflamed head. Pre-cum seeping out readily. We hadn’t said another word to each other, but I wildly rubbed myself through my jeans.He drove around for what seemed like ages, while I kept rubbing. I was breathing fast, I could feel my chest rise and fall in one continuous movement, I was transformed into another existence. The thrill was intoxicating. I thrusting my hips to and fro, rubbing myself against the tightness of my jeans and the wet cotton of my underwear.I could tell he was desperate to find somewhere.“Here will have to do” he said, frustrated but eager, and pulled into a residential kaçak bahis street.I tasted stale smoke, it wasn’t as I had dreamed of… he pulled back and I looked into his surprised face. I was kissing him. I had lent forward and kissed him; tenderly placing my lips on his, slipping my tongue between his wet lips. I’d tasted and touched this stranger’s tongue.What was I doing? It was supposed to be just sex. I’d never thought I’d kiss a man, let alone have my first kiss with a man.I unzipped my cock, he lent forward. It took a minute at most and I emptied all my energy and desire – everything that had animated me. I laid back, and felt my member protruding from me. It was still pumping out long streams of semen, which was gratefully being swallowed, as I sunk.I was left in someone else’s car, in the dark, in an unknown area, with my cock in the mouth of a strange man I didn’t know or like. My cum in the stomach of an unknown man. A man who looked 20 years older than me.“Return the favour mate…”I wanted to run: I felt enormously vulnerable and fragile, but was motionless.The next time I’d look at Helen’s photo I’d feel his seed seeping from my tender bumhole, and I’d sob.
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