Shut the fuck up!
The bass in his voice instantly gave me goosebumps.
Years ago, while running an important meeting with friends and colleagues, my past caught up to me.
It’s the middle of the morning.
Summer.
Like me, my meetings were always short. 10-15 mins on average.
As I reach the middle of my meeting, a tall man walks into the conference room. He doesn’t say a word.
Representatives from the federal government, caseworkers for private organizations, and community activists are in the room—now this guy.
He walks over and sits right in front of me.
I ignored him and kept sharing updates with the room. He was a new face, and I’d never seen him before.
A few seconds pass, and he interrupts me. “Excuse me, young man, have we met before?”
The bass in his voice instantly gave me goosebumps.
I knew him. I knew that voice.
In my mind, I was screaming, “Shut the fuck up, shut the fuck up! What the fuck are you doing?”
4 Years Before…
One holiday season (while serving in the Marine Corps), I requested leave and spent some time with people close to me.
One night, I got horny, and I wanted some dick.
So I went on Jack’d. Eventually, a guy hit me up, and we exchanged nudes. A match!
A few minutes later, we exchanged face pics….
Fuck…
I hated him in high school. He was a senior, and I was a freshman. He always called me gay in front of his friends, but I always thought he was gay, too. (His name is Kurt in this story)
Somehow, I agreed to meet up with him, and we fucked around a few times.
After a few times, I told him I didn’t enjoy his sex.
But his request made me reconsider. “Teach me,” he said.
I obliged.
Deep down, I still hated him, but it faded over time.
A year or two go by, and I start to enjoy getting fucked by him. Most of those sessions happened when I was on leave with no responsibilities.
Like morning wood, his confidence begins to grow, and I want him to fuck me more.
One day, he texted me and asked if I would be interested in joining him for a threesome. This was all new to me. I didn’t really like threesomes but this would be my second time trying.
I still hated this man on many levels, but his charisma grew with time.
To this day, I can remember how gently he asked if I’d be okay pleasing him and another top in a group setting. After he told me I would be the only bottom that night, I was surprised I agreed so quickly.
helping out a stranger
21 years old, Circa 2013, in a hotel room, months before Marine Corps Boot Camp. Retelling a true story about my first time being of service.
My curiosity started transforming into vulnerability really, really fast. Unsure at first, I resisted. Curious and flattered, I eventually said yes.
2 Years Before the Meeting (Sex After Midnight)…
There were just two times in my life when I was the only bottom in a threesome. When I accepted his invitation, I was walking into my second adventure.
I was scared, confident, quiet, and, for the first time in my life, subservient to whatever came next.
With the details set, I pick up Kurt and drive him to the location. We’re meeting a man whose wife is out of town.
I park the car (not mine), and we walk into a dimly lit room with candles and flickering shadows on the walls. It’s too dark to see any faces right now.
The door closes. Greetings and grunts rumble through the room as they begin to touch my chest and stomach.
Kurt and his friend kiss my neck from behind. The married man (Kingston) speaks for the first time. The deep bass in his voice blows through me like the wind pushing a flame…
My hole begins to sweat… As he strips me naked and slips one finger after the next into me, I wonder… “Who is this man?”