1) Meet Pete back outside

My nerves got the better of my curiosity and lust. So I smiled and told Pete I will meet him outside. He seemed a little crestfallen as I shook myself dry and zipped my jeans back up.

After washing my hands I walked back out to get back to my pint. His friends briefly looked at me before returning to their conversation.

If I was honest I still felt a thrill inside me, and kinda regretted turning Pete down. But at the same time I didn't want to be known as the guy who got bummed in The Marketplace toilets. It's a small town which likes gossip.

Maybe we could take this somewhere else.

Pete came back out and looked a little embarrassed. So I stepped up to him. "Sorry about that Pete."

"Don't be."

"I am."I then blurted out. "Look. Have you got your own place?"

"Yes. By the hospital."

I gestured towards the door. "Then lets go."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

Pete waved to his friends a goodbye. They didn't look surprised. I guess they were used to him picking up loney strays

As we walked out of the pub I whispered to him. "I'm not gay. I just like to mess around. Experiment a little."

"That's fine, dear."

"So, unless I get totally carried away with things. Don't be offended if there's no kissing."

"Oh. That's a shame."

"But I may be persuaded."

~

We sat in the back of the taxi. In the shadows he smiled at me as his hand reached over and grabbed my crotch. He kept his hand in place and felt me grow under his touch. He whispered into my ear. “Is that for me?”

“It is.”

“Thank you..” He lightly kissed my cheek as he continued to caress my cock through my jeans.

I felt ready.

~

Pete lived in a small bungalow with a nice simple cottage garden. Inside it was like a doll house, everything was clean and had its place.

I sat on the couch waiting as Pete messed around in the kitchen. He had several graduation pictures as well as his doctorate proudly displayed. I admitted to myself Pete was clearly educated more than I.

Pete seem to be taking his time. I called, “Everything OK?”

All of a sudden soft classical music began to play and Pete stepped into the room. My eyes widened as he had stripped down to a black leather thong.

Clearly not only was Pete incredibly educated but also very confident. I’m glad to say he was also nicely toned and his bulge was, well… bulging rather proudly. He exclaimed, "Ta-Da!"

Pete was carrying a bottle of champagne and two crystal champagne flutes. I shook my head in disbelief. “Wow, look at you. Clearly someone thinks they’re on a promise.”

“Do you like what you see?”

“I think you’re rather impressive.”

“Good”. He then placed the bottle and glasses on the coffee table. "Don't worry, I'm not going to fuck you with the bottle."

"Thank the lord for that."

Pete poured me a glass then himself one, before we toasted to an evening together. “ I think you pretend to be shy. But really you're a horny little bastard who wants to try a man. Are you top or bottom?"

"Erm... What do you mean?"

"Oh darling. You're definitely straight. Let me explain. Would you like to fuck me in the arse, or would you like me to fuck you in the butt?"

"Ah."

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