Fateful Encounter

We have all had encounters that we remember and those we want to forget, Our first experience of having sex is one that we remember, but when it’s your first time having sex and it happens to be a gay sexual experience, it tends to stay with a person forever, and this particular one has stuck in my mind, even though I have for so long tried to erase it from my memory. However, I periodically find myself remembering this eventful time in my life and as I slip back to when it all happened, it becomes as vivid as if it just happened. Maybe I wish it would somehow happen again or that I could somehow go back and relive the experience.

I have always had mixed feeling about it, but when it creeps back into my thoughts and I end up thinking about what actually took place; I end up taking myself back to that fateful time in my life, reliving it. but then I wish to forget it ever happened.

I was a eighteen-year-old delinquent, skipping classes and hanging out at the local game room by the high school. In addition, I had had several girl friends over the years, but being a shy young man, I was still a virgin, even though I had plenty of opportunities.

Anyway, I was spending a lot of time at the game room during the day with friends, instead of going to class, and had started to become good friends with a man that worked there, that I soon discovered was the owner of the game room. His name was John, he was probably 10 years older than I was, had dark skin and dark hair, and he was very friendly.

Everyone at the school liked hanging out up at the game room during the day and sometime, even into the night, and weekends. There were pinball machines that lined the walls, foosball machines in the middle, as well as selling records and cassettes.

At first, I really did not take notice of John to much, but I think he must have been watching me and noticing how much time I was spending at the game room and at some point he must have decided to see if he could encourage me to have a relationship with him.

At the time, I had no idea John was gay but it would soon become quite evident, but at first I thought he was just being friendly because our interactions were all very innocent. Conversations were nothing more than the casual, “Hello” as I entered the game room or me asking for change. However, it soon progressed to where he would give me free games on the pinball machines when I was hanging out there and there were even a couple times when the attendents working at the game room started giving me pot and pills.

My friendship with John grew and soon he was asking me to go out for breakfast and lunch with him, which at first I was reluctant to do, but eventually John convinced me it would be okay. I actually enjoy skipping classes to hang out at the game room, even though my grades were hurting, and I did liked the attention I was getting.

Going out for breakfast or lunch, became more and more frequent and our conversations were innocent, at least on the surface, but I am quite sure he was always looking for an opening, a feel for the situation, and trying to build me up to find out if he could get me to sleep with him.

There was one particular day that stands out when I think about what happened and it was a turning point in our friendly relationship. When we were out for breakfast on day, our simple conversation turned to a conversation about sex and girls. John asked if I had ever been with a girl and at the time, I had been with several girls but I had not gone all the way, but I was not going to let on. We talked about what hair color we liked, boobs, asses, etc., and we even laughed a little, but John then asked me when was the last time I had sex. After a pause, I inadvertently let it slip that I had never had sex before.

He was shocked a little but asked, “Why not,”

and continued by saying, “Maybe you like guys.”

I quickly told him, “No, I like girls, not guys.”

He quickly said, “Then why haven’t you done it yet?”

I was embarrassed and quickly told him that I just hadn’t had the chance.

The conversation paused for a little bit and then he asked, “Do you ever ring guys attractive?”
I quickly said, “No.”

John continued the question by saying, “So, when you’re watching a movie and there’s a guy in the movie, you never say to yourself, hey, he's good looking.”

I said, “No, I never think that way.”

There was a long pause and as John chuckled slightly he quickly tried to calm me down by agreeing that he knew I only like girls. This seemed to put our conversation back on a more friendly level, but that was about to change.

As the conversation paused again, John asked if everything was ok, and when I nodded my head, he smiled and quickly told me that he enjoyed my company and said that it was really nice to have someone like me to talk to. I was flattered and agreed by nodding. John was fishing for what to say next so that he could say the right thing to steer the conversation in a direction he was looking for; one that would get me to consider sleeping with him. He subtly told me he was sorry if he had embarrassed me, and as I nodded my head, I told him it was ok.

John now smiled and said, “Good,” and proceeded by saying that he understood that I only like girls, and as I nodded my head again, John subtly mentioned that he was bisexual and pausing asked if I know what that was.

I had never heard that word before and after I told him, “No, I didn’t,” he seemed to relish the opportunity to explain that he was attracted to girls but that sometimes he found guys attractive too.

I was confused, but as he continued he explained that he like having sex with girl but sometimes if he found a guy attractive, he sometimes enjoyed sleeping with them too. I was shocked, but he quickly continued the conversation by asking what I thought about it. I did not know what to say or what to do, so I told him that I wasn’t sure.

John has tipped his hand and as the conversation paused for a second and I looked at him, kind of confused about what he was trying to tell me, which made John realize that the topic had made me uncomfortable.

After a short pause, John said, “I’m glad I was able to tell you that, I wasn’t sure how you’d take it.”

I hesitated but as I acknowledged him, he said, you’ve been a good friend, it’s really nice to hang out with you.” It was kind of nice to hear but John quickly proceeded by saying,”I like that you’re open to letting me share that with you.” I nodded my head and as I did, he said, “You’re very good looking, I’m surprised that you haven’t slept with someone, you’re very attractive.”

Oh my god, what was he saying?

As we looked at each other, he smiled and said, “I don’t want you to worry, I’m not going to try anything.” I was relieved for moment, but John continued by saying, “ You know, I’ve even thought about asking you if you’d like to come over to my apartment with me, but I wasn’t sure how you’d take it.”

I felt very uneasy about the what he had just suggested and I think he realized it. I did not know what to do; this man was my only way back to school and he basically just told me he wanted to sleep with me.

He quickly told me not to worry, that he was not going to do anything unless I felt the same way, but I think he wanted to keep pushing the issue, searching for what to say now.

I was speechless, I didn’t know what to say, and I think he knew I was nervous. We didn’t say anything for a little bit and then he said, “Come on, let’s go,” suggesting it was time to go and we left the restaurant. As we headed back to the game room, he needed to press the issue a little more in the car so he asked, “I hope you’ll think about it,” obviously wanting to know if there was any possibility of getting me to his apartment.

When I didn’t respond he said, “You know, you’ve been such a good friend, I want to get you something,”

He wasn’t going to let it alone, but I didn’t know what to say, and then John said, “There must be something, how about some money, girls, whatever you want.” I was intrigued, I really wanted a car, but I remained silent the rest of the way back, to the game room. As we pulled into the parking lot, he once again asked me to please think about it and to let him know what I would like. I knew he wasn’t going to let it go, so I told him that I would think about, and actually, how could I not.

John had just told me he wanted me to go to his apartment with him and that he wanted to have sex with me, which wasn’t sit well with me, but I did think about it.

A few days later, I did venture back to the game room to hang out with friends, not really thinking about what John has suggested until he approached me and asked if I had thought about his offer. I told him that I had thought about it but I also told him I wasn’t sure about it.

He said, “Come on, let’s go get something to eat.”

I felt pressured to go and in the car on our way to the restaurant, he asked what it was that I would really like to have. I told him nothing and he was now hard-pressed to get an answer and again asked, “Come on, there has to be something you would really like to have.”

At the restaurant, we did not really talk about much, but I felt that he wanted to continue to find out what it would take to go with him to his apartment, not actually thinking he wanted to get me in bed, but he continued to pressure me. Eventually, I told him that I would really like to have a car.

As I looked at him he smiled and nodded his head. At that moment, I knew I had just given him the opening he was looking for and maybe in a way I wanted it too. Pausing, he asked what kind of car I would like to have. I told him I wasn’t sure, but he needed to get an answer so he kept probing to know what kind.

He asked if I liked Camaros, Firebirds, Mustangs, etc. and I told him I really wasn't sure what I wanted, and really I think I knew I couldn’t commit, but he did not want to lose this chance to hopefully convince me to have sex with him.

We left the restaurant and as we were driving back to the game room, he said to let him know what kind of car I wanted and he told me he would try to get it for me, whatever kind It was. For some reason I felt okay with this conversation, because naively all I heard was that he would get a car for me, and all I had to do is tell him what kind of car I wanted and he would get it for me, no strings attached, I thought. However, I was only thinking about having a car, not thinking that when I told him what kind of car I would like, that I was actually giving him the opportunity to get me alone at his apartment, and giving him an opening to have sex with me, and it wouldn’t be just once, but many times.

When we pulled into the parking lot, he reminded me to let him know what kind of car I would like, and when I said I would, he immediately asked if I would be able to tell him tomorrow. I told him I would try and as when we got out of the car and went inside the game room, we went our separate ways.

He had really got me thinking about what kind of car I would like to have and as I thought about all the different kinds of cars, one that I kept coming to mind and it was a 1956 Chevy, but what would happen if I actually went though with it and told him? I was not sure, but the next day when I went over to the game room, there he was and he came up to me and asked if I had made a decision. I was unsure as to how to answer, but I said that I had made a decision. He said, “Great, let’s go for a drive and you can tell me!”

He was obviously excited as we left in his car and I told him that I would really like to have a ’56 Chevy. He told me that he would start looking for one. I then told him that I wanted it to be a two door with a V8 and I would like it to be midnight blue. He said he would get right on it.

A few days later, he came up to me and told me he had found the car and that we should take a drive and talk about it. He was very good and in the car, he said he had seen the car, it was very nice, all it needed was to be painted, and that I could have it in a week or so. I was so excited to see it and drive it, but now he had a question for me.

He said, “Well, since I got the car, do you think you’ll come over to my apartment now.”

I did not know what to say and in all actuality, I knew there was a catch to this whole thing, but I really wanted a car. After a short pause he said, “I’ll tell you what, you come over to my place tomorrow afternoon and try it, if you don’t like it, we’ll stop and you can still have the car, what do you say.”

I didn’t know what to do, I really wanted a car and so I agreed to think about it. As I looked at him, he smiled, obviously pleased and as we returned to the game room, he told me I should come by tomorrow and let him know what I want to do. I was so eager to have a car, I wasn’t thinking straight, and worried about what would happen at his apartment, but at the same time all I could think about was the car, but maybe I was a little curious too.

The next day, I went up to the game room around noon and was nervous about what was going to happen, but all I could think about was that car he promised. He came up to me and casually asked, “How is it going?”

I told everything was okay, and then he asked, “Are you ready?”

I simple nodded my head saying, “Yes,” and he asked, “Are you sure?”

I told him ,”Yea,” and we got in his car and headed off to his place.

I was not sure where we were going, but nervously I knew where it was taking me. Along the way, I think to break the tension, he asked if I was hunger and wondered if wanted to get something to eat first.

I said, No, I’m okay,” thinking to myself, “I just want to get it over with.”

We pulled into an apartment complex not far from the school and parked out front of an apartment, and went inside. I noticed his apartment was nicely furnished and clean looking and as I looked around, he proceeded to close the blinds in the front room and then ushered me down a short hallway, toward a back bedroom. Walking down the short hallway, I noticed a bathroom in the hall on the right and across from that there was another room with the door part way open.

As we entered the back bedroom, he said, “Go ahead and have a seat,” pointing toward the bed as he closed the door part way and moved over to close the blinds. It was a king size bed and as I sat down, the room became darker as he closed the blinds.

I looked around and could see it was a large bedroom, modestly furnished with a bathroom toward the back, and as my eyes adjusted, I noticed there was still a sliver of light that was able to slip past the closed blinds.

John now moved over to the bed, and as he sat drown on the end of the bed next to me, he patting me on the thigh saying, “Relax, everything will be all right.”

I simply nodded my head in agreement and as I looked at him, he smiled. He gradually stood up now and as he started to walk toward the bathroom at the back he said, “Go ahead and take off your clothes, I’ll be right back.” I didn’t say anything but watched as he went into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

I sat there quietly for a second and realized he must have gone in there to take his clothes off and that he’d be coming back, so I thought that I had better started undressing before he returns. I took of my shoes, my shirt, pants, and my socks, and piled them at the end of the bed. I felt for some reason it was important for me to keep my underwear, maybe it was an attempt to save some sense of dignity.

I nervously sat there waiting, and hearing the door to the bathroom open, I turned to see him standing in the doorway. As he stepped out, I could see he was wearing only a long sleeved, button down shirt and as he turned off the bathroom light and walked toward me, I tried to see what he looked like without clothes. I especially wanting to see his cock, but my eyes hadn’t re-adjusted to the dark after he turned off the bathroom light and his shirt was conveniently covering him.

As he approached, I turned my gaze away from him and when he sat next to me, and as he patted me on the leg, he immediately noticed that I still had my underwear on.

He asked, “What’s wrong?” referring to me still having on my underwear, and I immediately said, “What?”

He quickly dismissed it by saying, “Never mind,” knowing I must be nervous and said not to worry. I nodded my head and as I did, he stood up and told me to go ahead and lay down on the bed. He told me to move over to the edge of the bed, facing the wall.

As I did what he told me, he came around the bed and knelt on the floor in front of by me. He started by rubbing my body, legs, and crotch, eventually spreading my legs by propping one up at an angle to giving him better access.

I tried to distance my thoughts from what was going on by focusing on the window and the light creeping through. He was rubbing my cock through my underwear and as he tried to take off my underwear, he strugged. Bringing my thought back to what was happening, he asked me to help him take them off. I quickly sat up, took them off and casting them off the end of the bed, I laid back down, repositioning myself near the edge.

He immediately began rubbing my cock and fondling my balls, wanting me to get hard for him. He was horny, wanting to suck my dick, wanting me to cum, but ultimately wanting to fuck me. He eventually did start to suck my dick but I think because I was distance my thoughts, I wasn’t getting hard. He continued to try but eventually stopped sucking and stroked, asking me if it felt ok. This again brought me back to what was actually happening and then he asked me to try to help him get me hard. I agreed to try and as he started to suck my cock again I knew he wasn’t going to stop until he got me off, so I concentrated on him sucking my cock and thought about wanting to cum in his mouth.

I was really trying to focus on him sucking my cock and thinking about cumming in his mouth, and it felt good in his mouth and my cock grew hard as he sucked and stroked my cock. He kept stroking my cock, occasionally fondling my balls, and I could feel myself about to cum in his mouth. I still wasn’t all the way hard yet, so I decided to try to hold back until I was all the way hard. But again, I started to go soft again; I had to focus, I needed to cum whether I was hard or not. I again focused on him sucking my cock and wanting to cum. I felt close to cumming, I needed to do it now, I needed to cum. I started moving my hips, in an attempt to fuck his mouth. I was going to cum, I didn’t say anything, I let it build up slightly and then it go, cumming prematurely in his mouth. I think it surprised him a little because he stopped suck my cock for a moment when he felt cum shoot in his mouth. My cock continued jerking in his mouth but then John again started sucking my cock.

My cock immediately went soft while still in his mouth and eventually he stopped and disappointedly said,” Is that it?”

I simply said, “What?” and he quickly said never mind and asked if it felt good. I nodded yes as he proceeded to get up off the floor and walk to the end of the bed.

John now told me to move over into the middle of the bed and as I did, I quickly did, laying there on my stomach. John quickly instructed me to get on all fours, like a dog. I hesitantly got on all fours and as I did, I could feel him climbing on the bed behind me, and as he inched closer, he told me to move up toward the head of the bed. John then reached above me, pulling a pillow out from under the covers, and putting it in front of me told me to put my head down.

I was definitely in a compromising position, with him right behind me and my ass in the air. John slowly inched closer now, spreading my legs apart with his knees, and then gently started rubbing my back and my ass. I was nervous as he continued gently rubbing my ass cheeks, spreading them occasionally as he rubbed ass cheeks back and forth.

“That’s really nice,” he said, “you’re going to need to make sure you relax, okay.” I nodded my head and managed to say okay. I moved around a little behind me and I could hear him opening something with a flip top. I kept my head down but could hear him rubbing his cock with something and realized it must be KY.

I was scared and as he shifted slightly, repositioning himself, he gently spread my ass and when he touched my butthole, it caused me to raise up briefly. John quickly said, “Relax, it’s just my finger,” showing me and telling me to put my head back down. He said, “Don’t worry, just relax.”

I was so scared as he again spread my ass and smeared lube on my butthole. It felt kind of good, but now as he pushing his finger in my ass, I again pull away slightly. He again said, “Relax,” as he continued fingering my ass.

“I couldn’t believe it,” I said to myself, “he is actually going to do it.”

I was scared but after a little while of him fingering my ass, it was feeling good, but when he took his finger out, he rubbed my ass cheeks again and asked if I was doing okay. I nodded my head and he whispered, “You're really tight, you’re going to have to try to relax.”

I nodded my head and as he moved closer he asked, “Are you ready.”

When I replied, “Yes,” he tried to tell me it might hurt a little, but I never realized just how bad it would hurt. He told me to relax and as I nodded my head again, I could feel the head of his cock pushing against my butthole. At first, it felt ok as he again told me to relax, but suddenly the pain was excruciating as his cock pushed into me further and I quickly rose up and pulling away, causing his cock to slip out of me.

He immediately said, “What’s wrong?”

I told it hurt and pausing he told me, “Ok, you need to really try to relax,” and explained that the hurting would eventually stop. I nodded my head and as I did, John told me to put my head back down and to tell him when it stopped hurting. John wanted me to be comfortable and he wanted me to enjoy it too. It hurt for a little while, but I wanted to stall as long as possible in hopes that he might decided to not do it.

He asked me a couple times if I was ready to try again, but I continued to stall him, not wanting him to put his cock in me again, but he had finally waited long enough and said, “Ok, let’s try again,” ang moving closer to me told me to try to relax more this time, especially when I am in you.”

As I nodded my head in agreement, John smeared more lubricate on his cock and dabbed some on my butthole, he immediately leaned into me, trying again to push his cock in my ass. It hurt and when I reaching back trying to push him away so he would stop, he simply grabbed my hand and pushed it away. It was hurting so much and when I tried to pull away again, he held on to me by my hips, keeping his cock in me. It was painful, I couldn’t do it, and pulling away abruptly, his cock slipped out again.

John was obviously very upset, because he said, “ Come on, what’s wrong now.”

I replied that it hurt, and when I did John sharply said, “You have got to relax.” He again told me to tell him when I was ok. At that point I realized he wasn’t going to stop trying until he got to fuck me.

I was surprised because the pain went away fairly quickly this time, but there continued to be a dull ache throbbing, and again I tried to stall. John now started to rub my ass cheek and as he moved closer he said, “Let’s try again.”

John repositioned himself behind me, fingered my ass briefly and then slowly started to push his cock against my hole. I anticipated the pain and tried to relax, but as he soon as his cock was in me, the pain returned as he continued to push into me. I rose up again, and when I tried to pull away, he held me by my hips, not letting me pull away, and said, “Stop!”

I reached back, trying to push him away and said, “ It hurts.”

He told me, “ You just need to relax and the pain will go away, as he continued to hold me by my hips. He needed to keep his cock in me, he didn’t want to loose this opportunity to fuck me. “I had to relax,” I told myself, “I had to let him fuck me.” The pain eventually subsided a little and when he asked if I was okay, I simply nodded and John immediately started moving his cock in and out of me. He again asked how I was doing, but continued to progressively pushed his cock a little deeper in me each time. He was soon all the way in me he and as he started move his cock in and out of me a little faster, fucking me, it really hurt. I reach back, pushing him and tell him it was hurting. He did stop briefly to tell me to relax and when I tried to wiggle free, he continued to hold me by my hips as he kept moving his cock in and out of me. He again stopped and asked if I was ok. It still hurt but I knew I needed to let him finish, so I nodded my head and he returned to fucking me. I could hear his cock going in and out of my sloppy hole, and the sound of his body slapped against my ass as he moved his cock in and out faster and faster.

My cock started to get hard now as he kept fucking me, but suddenly I could tell he was frustrated for some reason and stopping, he asked me what was wrong. I didn’t know what he meant and then John explain that I need to help. I still didn’t know what he meant and as he continued, he said that I needed to move back and forth with him. I still was unsure what he wanted and after a paused he said, “Like this,” as he grabbed my hips, pushing and pulling me back and forth, and back and forth. John then said, “Now, keep going.”

I did what he asked and as we moved back and forth, and his cock went in and out of me he said, “That’s it, keep going.”

It actually started to feel good, the pain had subsided, and it obviously felt good for him too. He now reached around me and fondling my now hard cock remarking, “Yea, that’s it.”

He eventually quit playing with my cock and excitedly started to vigorously fuck me. Listening to him breathing hard and hearing his cock going in and out of me, as his body slapped against me, I wanted him to cum.

His strokes became quicker and more deliberate as he continued to fuck me and I tried my best to move with him, but it was hard to keep up, but suddenly, he said, “I’m going to cum.” I kept trying to move back and forth, but then he pulled me close, forcing his cock deep in me. It hurt, and when I tried to pull away, he held me close, and out of breath said, “No, don’t move!”

I could feel his cock jerking slightly inside me and realized he was cumming. He was out of breath but eventually started to fuck me again, moving his in and out slowly for a little bit and then hunching over me out of breath. Pushing me flat on my stomach, he slowly took his cock out of me and gently rubbed my ass cheeks. He then asked if I was okay, and said, “That really felt good.” He rolled off the bed and as he felt on my ass her asked if I liked it.

I didn’t say anything, I was just relieved it was over and when I didn’t reply, he told me that I should go into the bathroom and clean myself out. I didn’t know what he meant but I watch as John walked toward the bathroom at the back as I slowly got off the bed. He then told me to use the hall bathroom and told me to come back when I was finished.

As he went into the bathroom at the back of the bedroom and closed the door, I hurried into the hall bathroom.

I still wasn’t sure what he meant by cleaning myself out, but when I sat on the toilet and wiped my ass, I realized it was his cum and KY that I needed to push out. I managed to push out a lot and when I eventually stood up and looked in the toilet, I could see some was floating and some had sunk to the bottom, there was a lot and I hoped it was KY but realized it was his cum too.

I was scared, he didn’t use a condom and he had cum in me; I just wanted to leave now. I wiped my ass and went back to the bedroom thinking we would soon leave, but as I entered the bedroom, he immediately approached me from the side, and putting his hand on my shoulder asking if I was okay. I told him I was okay, and then John gently guided me to get on the bed again.

Why I thought? Is he wanting to do it again, what was I going to do?

I felt powerless as I got on the bed and he told me to get on all fours again. I didn’t want to do it again, but John immediately got on the bed behind me, and rubbing my ass he told me to put my head down again. He now spread my legs again with his knees and spreading my ass, he dabbed KY on my butthole and proceeded to finger my ass again.

All I could think about was, “How was he able to be hard again especially after he had cum just a few minutes ago.”

I told myself, “ I’m not going to let him put his cock in me again,” and I tried to tighten my ass as best I could so he couldn’t put his cock in me. I couldn’t stop him, his cock was able to slip into my ass more easily than before. I did not want to do it anymore, and decided that this time I wouldn’t help when he tried to fuck me.

Oh my god, he was fucking me again! I tried to not move and he noticed almost right away and asked, “What’s wrong? I told him that I thought we were only going to do it once.

He reached around taking hold of my cock and fondling it said, “Come, I thought you liked it, let’s do it one more time.” When I didn’t reply, he grabbing my hips and started to forcibly fuck me, moving me back and forth, as he tried to fuck me.

It actually felt good but I told myself I wasn’t going to help. All I could think of was, “He had told me we would only do it once.”

John was obviously becoming frustrated as he continued to thrust his cock in and out of me in an attempt to cum, and then out of breath he eventually stopped, and hastily taking his cock out of me, he got off the bed, telling me to go clean up and to get dressed.

He quickly went into the bathroom, and I too hurried into the hall bathroom. I wiped the KY from my ass, cleaned up, and hurried back into the bedroom to get dressed. As I sat there on the bed getting dressed, John came out, and sat by me again. I continued to get dressed and as I did, he told me how nice it was, and asked if I would like to maybe try it again sometime. I again felt powerless, he was my ride back to the game room and I didn’t know what to say, so I said nothing.

We left the apartment and as we drove he suggested that he take me home. I agreed that was a good idea; I really didn’t want to talk to anyone after what just happened. As we headed to my house, I could feel the crack of my ass was wet from what was obviously KY still oozing out of me. As soon as I got out of the car, I hurried inside and went start to the bathroom. I tried again to push his cum and the KY out of me, and then took a long shower continuing to try to get whatever was in my ass out. I worried about what had happened, he didn’t use a condom, and he had cum in me.

A few days later, I returned to the game room to ask about the car he had promised me and when I asked him about it, he said let’s go for a drive and talk about it. We got in his car and as we drove around he explained that the deal was to sleep with him and to do it more than once. I was confused, but he continued by saying that I did not do my part so the deal was off. I was in shock but after a paused he said, “Well, if you want to do it again with me, we could consider the deal back on again, but only if we do it again.” I did not know what to say. I wanted the car, but did not want to have sex with him again, I felt it was the fact of the matter.

We went back to the game room and as I got out of the car he said, “I still do have the car and if you want to try it again, I’ll give you the car.”

I ended up stayed away from the game room for a long time and when I did return, he was still very friendly, almost as if he was still looking for an opening to continue the relationship, and maybe in a way I was too.

It was nearing summer break and John mentioned to me that he had moved closer to where I lived and told me I should try to come by sometime. I did visit once, I still really wanted the car, or was it because deep down I wanted to have sex again. When I entered his apartment, a feeling of uneasiness came over me, and I left, I couldn’t do it. I did visit a few other times, but confused as to why, I eventually distanced myself from him for sometime.

A few months later, I tried to see him again, but he wasn’t at the game room a lot, he was mainly at his other game room record shop downtown. One night, a friend and I visited his shop downtown, and there he was. He acknowledged me and then was distant, so we ended up leaving.

The car never did materialize and I never again had sex with him, even though I did try to contact him much later. I did visit the game room by school a few times to hang out with friends, but now I watched as John started taking other boys out for breakfast and lunch, and I knew he had moved on to seducing others with empty promises.

Eventually the game room closed. I don’t know if it was pressure from parents or the school, but it never opened again.

There have been times that I have wanted to have anal sex again, and I’ve gone so far as to contacting transsexuals and crossdressers, thinking I might be able to go through with it but I never could get up the nerve, and maybe that’s a good thing because these days, it could have deadly consequences.