Just Another Random Guy
I was too horny to really think straight. All I could do was concentrate
on driving in the dead of night to some random guy’s house in the promise
of getting fucked. Not that it was anything new; I’ve been pretty sexual
since starting college.
I realized I was gay when I was in high school. Nothing strange or
interesting about the discovery; I just took it as a fact of life and kept
on going. Also helped that my high school was pretty indifferent about
peoples’ sexuality our high school quarterback was openly gay and
well-received. Also helped his reputation that he wasn’t known to “play
the field”; if you pardon the expression.
Rather, my peers were more interested in school sports and local gossip
about who was a recent addition to my city’s local gangs. If not that,
then news about who recently got laid and/or knocked up.
Yeah, I went to a ghetto school.
With that kind of a student body mentality with regards to sexuality; one
would think I had my fair share of sex with guys. That I at least gave and
took some hand-jobs every now and again.
Nope!
I was the shy, quiet type. More interested in keeping to myself and paying
attention to what the local school gossip was about. Not that I was
someone who loved to spread rumors around; I just found it interesting how
some would think they’re being quiet when I could easily hear most of
what’s being said. Including about what side I batted for and how my
natural behavior doesn’t lean either way in terms of the sexuality spectrum.
Which was good for me to hear since I made conscious effort to not sound
like a feminine gay when I talked. A silly teen self-conscious thing that
I’ve since stopped being bothered with. My voice was, and still is, on the
higher end of the male vocal spectrum; as I like to say, a piece of me that
puberty skipped. But because I don’t have a campy way of speaking; people
don’t equate my higher pitched voice as being gay; people still don’t to
this day.
But I digress. My first sexual experience was the summer right after
graduating high school. I’d toyed with the idea of messaging someone on
what used to be the Craigslist Personal section for sex for a couple years.
Problem was I wasn’t yet 18, and I was paranoid about being caught and
turned in to the police. That and I wasn’t much of a risk-taker when it
comes to potentially breaking the law.
Then I graduated high school and was well into my 18th year of living.
Hooked up with a college guy that summer and experienced everything at once
except for being fucked. To which I’m thankful for in hindsight since I
was overly stimulated by it all. He offered to use a dildo and tried to
find it in his room; but I have a feeling he pretended to not find it
because of how overly stimulated I was.
Thus started what I call my college slut phase. I literally fucked my way
through college; gradually changing from Craigslist towards the then new
hookup app known as Grinder. It definitely was a time for my sexual
awaking. I learned a lot about my likes and dislikes; what it is that I
expect out of sex and love to do. Also learned quickly that porn was
nothing more than a poor imitation of the real thing; especially after
hooking up with an actual porn actor who was more into smoking weed than
sex itself.
I actually almost flunked out of college because of that. Had to severely
slow down my sex life so I could pick myself back up and finish school.
Still don’t know how I managed it, but I graduated. And it was around that
time I promised myself to not be so promiscuous and ruin my future
professional life.
Which now brings us back to me driving at just after 1AM to someone I only
just started talking to on Grinder. I’d only just got fucked a few days
ago, and it wasn’t all that great. So here I was breaking my self-made
promise on not having sex so soon after hooking up with someone simply
because I was still horny. But whatever; I knew me having what I defined
as good sex would easily take care of my itch for at least the next month.
After juggling between following directions from Google Maps and trying to
recognize the nighttime version of my surroundings; I made it to the guy’s
house. A pretty standard place; nothing outstanding or off-putting. An
all-around nice neighborhood. Though I knew from experience that it held
no reflection of the person who lived there.
Parking and exiting my car, I text him that I’m just outside his house. He
replies pretty quickly that he’ll be there in a minute. It was less than
that; I barely reach his front porch when he opens his door.
Now while I make it a policy to see pictures of who I’m going to meet; it’s
always a different experience seeing them in-person. He definitely looked
like who he portrayed himself as, black wildish hair that looked like it
wanted to curl but changed it’s mind part-way through. I learned later that
he was European-Barbarian which kind of explained how his hair acted;
though he looked completely European. He was a little taller than my 5’6″
self; also skinny like me but clearly more muscular. In his work as an EMT,
it made sense that he had some decent muscles. Nothing too outrageous;
just enough to keep him toned.
“Marcus?” he quietly asked with a smile.
I nodded. I remember him saying we had to be a bit quiet because his dad
was home. Not that his dad would have minded; he had no qualms about who his
son invited over to fuck. Still, he was respectful and didn’t want to give
his dad a verbal show.
He stepped aside and invited me in. “Nice to see you. I’m Jake.”
We had already introduced each other through Grinder. It was nice to see he
was of the same mindset at me on that front about introducing each other
when meeting in-person.
I walked in and took in my surroundings. Not so much as to take in the
view; more so that I could plan out my escape routes should things turn
sour. I already had been put in a very bad situation once that I was able
to escape from back in college. I didn’t want a repeat of that again.
I heard Jake close the door before leading the way to his room. He
motioned for me to follow. I did so in nervous anticipation.
“Glad you were able to make it. I’m still a bit surprised you agreed to
meet up at this hour. Didn’t sound like you were interested in a
late-night fuck.”
I shrugged, an auto-response despite knowing he couldn’t see it. “I’m just
horny. I think I told you about that lackluster fuck I had a few days
ago?”
He chuckled. “Yeah. Kinda funny that the guy kept going soft when fucking
you. Was he nervous?”
“I guess. He did say his parents were out at a party. Maybe he was
worried they’d come home early?”
We made it to his room during this small talk. He momentarily placed a
hand on my back as I passed by before shutting the door. It was now just
us in his bedroom, the low lighting coming from white Christmas string
lights along the wall and a red lava lamp on his computer desk. It wasn’t
an overly neat room; it had clear signs of being lived in while still in a
presentable state.
“Well, I promise I won’t be going soft anytime soon,” he said as he walked
past me. He again momentarily placed a hand on my back as he did. “Like I
said, my dad knows what’s going on. He won’t be put off if we get a bit
loud, but I’d still like us to keep it down. Though I get the feeling it’d
be hard to be quiet when fucking you.”
Even though it was clearly sexual talk; I could tell there was nothing
creepy about it. It was just like talking about the weather; just some
small talk that didn’t hold much promise of anything. To which I
appreciated since he remembered me saying on Grinder how I liked to talk a
bit before jumping right into the sex.
“Want anything to drink?” Jake offered as he took a small sip from a bottle
on his bedside drawer. It was Vodka.
I shook my head. “Not a fan of Vodka.”
“How about some water? You know, for later?”
“Sure.”
Now I was fully expecting him to go to his kitchen to get me some water.
To which I only said yes to be polite while not intending to drink
anything. While it never happened to me, I heard enough horror stories of
people being drugged during hookups.
Instead, he took a bottle of water from a pack he kept under his computer
desk. He handed it to me, and I could clearly see it was still sealed
shut. But I still didn’t take a sip from it. I instead put it beside his
bottle of Vodka.
He seemed to notice me giving it a glance. “I hope you don’t mind me
drinking a bit. I just take a bit so I can be revved up. I hate being
drunk when fucking.”
I shrugged, figuring he was only saying it to put up a good front. As long
as he didn’t keep taking swigs in-between the sex; I couldn’t care less.
“Why don’t you have a seat?” he offered while sitting on his bed. It made
his bulge stand out a bit through his sleep shorts.
I took a seat next to him a couple inches away. I didn’t want to be too
close; I was still getting used to my surroundings. Whether or not he
noticed my skittishness, he respected my choice and stayed where he was. A
positive in my book for respecting unspoken boundaries.
So there we were, on his bed and shooting the breeze. We talked about the
basic things; where we went to school and what we did for a living. It was
interspersed with a bit of sexually charged topics such as when we first
lost our virginties and what we were comfortable doing.
Jake definitely knew how to be a good host. He was putting me at ease with
the small-talk. I could tell he wasn’t inadvertently contradicting himself
through his answers, which was a very good sign to me.
It was probably 15 or so minutes before he asked, “You mind if I come
closer?” He was smiling again, but there was now a hint of sexual mischief
behind it.
I knew what he was really asking. Was I ready to start moving on to the
main event of the night? Was I ready to be given dick that he promised
would more than satisfy me?
The anticipatory nerves suddenly came back, but I readily nodded my
consent. He took that as permission to close the gap between us and put an
arm over my shoulders. Not in a sexually aggressive manner, just in a
friendly way. Though he did add his lips against my neck and started
playing with it.
I let out a shaky breath. It was really happening now; we were moving onto
the prelude of sex. My excitement was obvious, yet my natural skittishness
kept me from really being more pro active.
Thankfully, Jake understood and accepted my lack of initiative. He simply
went about doing his own thing, kissing my neck and his free hand feeling
me up through my clothes. Getting me ready for a night of fun without
abruptly breaking through my comfort zone. No, he was building me up
towards the main event; something that I was now quickly getting excited to
experience with him.
The End
