Curiosity

This is my first gay story. Please feel free to comment on my chapters or inbox me your thoughts. Obviously, I would love an author to join in.

Hello and welcome to my story. If you’re here then I guess you’re either gay, bisexual, or like me, just… curious.

So, let me set up the story. It is a story I have never told anyone before. The night I was turned, and experienced the other side love.

My name is Dave. I'm not gay, I wouldn't even say I'm bisexual. Of course that last point is perhaps up for debate. But I'm open minded and would try most things at least once. Life is indeed too short to be scared or boring. I love people and always feel curious about their backgrounds, cultures and lifestyles.

I would also like to think I give everyone a chance.

I'm a shade under 6ft with brown hair and have a slim build. Although I would never consider myself a looker, I would never say I was ugly either.

I attracted girls but never had a serious relationship. Looking back, I think it was largely because I was a nice guy looking for something serious. It was something I always heard girls say they wanted, but which was never really my experience. I had no issue getting to first and second base but never quite made a home run.

To be honest I was the cliche hapless lover you see in rom-com films. I always came second… which may as well be last.

The year was 2009 six months before I met the woman who would eventually become my wife. Who, by the way, I have never told this story to - not in any great detail anyway.

At the time I was a twenty one year old virgin. I had just finished uni where I had wasted what was supposed to be the best years of my life - basically, I spent them chasing the wrong girl. Don't get me wrong, it was a total blast doing so, but I came home with a degree, but with no girlfriend... and hell of a lot of student debt.

Back in my hometown I quickly found that my old friends had moved on. Life quickly became stagnant.

Lonely, I made the mistake of looking back and ended up calling an old flame from my college days. After some begging agreed to meet me.

Back when we knew each other Kirsten was in a complex relationship. I was a young loved up kid who was naive beyond belief. We had kissed on a few drunken college nights but that was it. Still, I should be known better than to get involved with a woman who was taken.

However, lately, I had heard through the grapevine that she was single so I felt a sense of excitement.

Kirsten was a bonnie blonde with all the curves. She wasn’t a beauty but had undeniable sex appeal. We visited a few old haunts and reminisced about old times. It felt good. And like old times we ended up grinding on the dancefloor with our lips locked together.

This time I wanted to prove I was man enough to take charge. So I slipped my hand down the front of her jeans and felt her warm hot sex. She was damp and began breathe heavily into my ear.

But she pulled away.

I expected a cold hard slap. But instead told me she had a new lover and explained she better leave and that this was all just a mistake.

I felt confused. Annoyed and incredibly frustrated.

Yet, I had been knocked back by Kirsten before and I didn’t want to drag this one out into a drunken argument. So I just let her leave. The night was young and to be honest there was better out there.

And this is where my night took a turn.

It was still too early to go home and wank myself into a coma. So I decided to fly solo.

My stomping ground is a small industrial town in Northern England. It was 2009 and the recession was in full swing which meant Friday nights where not what they once were. The pubs, bars and clubs were not in good health. A lot had closed. Even the ones that we're open only played host to small crowds. It was the kinda place Bruce Springsteen likes to sing about.

I stepped into a pub called the Marketplace It was one of the few that still looked good and had a bit of life in it. Cheesy dance music from my childhood played in the background. I ordered a beer at the bar, then looked around.

There were a number of small groups of drunks, mainly men of a certain vintage, but then I spotted a group of young adults who looked a bit alternative. I took my pint and ventured over.

They didn't look in the best of moods and seemed annoyed by my presence. Especially as I made a beeline for the young good looking blond skater chick. Sadly she didn't even try and hide the fact she had no interest in me.

Not one to let rejection get me down, I merely saved face by talking to a tall fair haired man who was also part of the group. He was dressed in a blazer over a tailored shirt with slacks and polished shoes. Not the usual sort of guy you find this hardworking town. I laughed and joked, "Your friend doesn't seem to like me. Is she always so picky?"

"Bex is gay."

"Ah. Then that explains it." I then noticed he had quite striking features and a strong jawline. To me he didn't look local. "From the continent? Maybe German?"

He looked panicked and felt his upper lip. "Shit. I thought I had shaved my Hitler tash." Then laughed.

"I meant your blue eyes and blonde hair. You could defo be Scandinavian."

"Well, I do like a bit of Abba."

“They’re my guilty pleasure too.” I stuck out my hand. "I'm Dave."

"Pete."

His handshake was light but it lingered, like he didn't want to let go. So I kept hold of it for a few more seconds more than I normally would. Pete smiled, "I’ve never seen you in here before."

"I used to come in here all the time a few years back. But I just came back from uni in London where I lived for 3 years. " It wasn’t London - I just wanted to sound more interesting.

"Wow. I’m well jealous. I love London.”

“So vibrant and cultured, always something going on."

Pete grinned. His blue eyes were alive as they met mine. “I know. A boy becomes a man in a city like that.”

“Indeed. It sucks being back,”

“Not all things that suck are bad.”

I then felt a familiar urge. “Excuse me. I’m in need of the toilet.” I placed my pint on the table and walked to the Gents.

The gents was a tiled room of echos from the base of the sound system from the bar.

At the shared urinal I unzipped my fly and pulled out my cock.

The door suddenly opened and in walked a man. “Hello again.” As suspected it was Pete.

I suddenly felt a little nervous. But an undeniable sense of excitement. The sort you get when you're young and up to no good. My cock grew in my hand. ,"Hi, Pete. Who would have thought that I’d see you here?"

“A little dickie bird told me that I might find you in here.” He stepped up next to me. My curious stare was drawn downwards as he pulled out a massive cock. He grinned. “So, does it really suck being back home?”

1) Tell Pete you will meet him back outside.

2) Wank him off.

3) Take Pete into the cubicle and suck him