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I fired up the engine and headed towards Denham Village...
I felt somewhat anxious during my journey, a mix of nerves and excitement, I think. This was totally new territory to me, so I had no idea what to expect from this initial meeting with Andy.
The traffic was kind to me today and I arrived a quarter of an hour early. I decided to park up and wait in my car until just before 12:30, the time we arranged to meet. I kept an eye on my rear mirror to watch for any other vehicles entering the car park. About five minutes later a bright red, sporty Astra pulled in and parked in spot directly behind me. Because the driver had reversed into the space, I couldn't see if it was Andy behind the wheel.
I felt my heart rate increase as the driver's door slowly opened and at young man stepped out of the car. He was wearing dark fitted jeans and a burgundy shirt. He turned around and I recognised Andy's handsome features immediately.
I opened my car door and turned to face him.
"Andy, you are a real person!"
"I see that you're a real person too, Steve. Lovely to meet you in the flesh."
It was the first time I heard his voice, and I was pleased that he sounded masculine. I had thought he may be effeminate but thank goodness he wasn't. I prefer men to be manly, even if they are gay.
We had a brief hug and headed inside to a table that had been reserved for us. It was in a secluded booth, separated from the main part of the bar / restaurant by a high solid oak screen. This gave us a lot of privacy and we chose to sit next to each other on one pf the bench seats, it felt more intimate than sitting face to face and we had enough room to turn in towards each other.
I expected Andy to be a little jaded after his red-eye flight home. To my surprise he was remarkably alert and had a sparkle in those hazel eyes of his. He told me that working the shifts needed in his chosen career you become accustomed to the continual time zone changes and just deal with it. I really wish I had the knack of doing that because I seem to always be badly affected by jetlag whenever I fly long haul, particularly west to east.
The waitress came to our booth and asked us what we would like to drink. We both chose real ales from their guest beers list. I thought that it was a good sign that Andy was a real ale drinker as well. We agreed that just one pint would be enough as we were both driving today. We looked through the menu and selected our main course dishes. Bangers and mash for Andy and a home-made fish pie for me. They were both served with seasonal vegetables. Typical British pub grub!
Our pints arrived quickly, and we gave or meal orders to the waitress. We raised a toast to each other and took a drink. Andy placed his hand on my knee and looked into my eyes. He could tell that I was nervous.
"Steve, I think you are lovely. I really hope that we can become very good friends."
"You're even more handsome in real life Andy. I'm sorry that I am so nervous, but I have never been on a date with a guy before. This is all so new to me."
"Don't worry. I don't bite unless that's something you want me to do!"
"I prefer gentle sucking and nibbling to biting."
We both smiled at that comment and Andy moved his hand onto my thigh. Feeling a little more relaxed, I put my left hand onto his thigh in response and gave a gentle squeeze. His thigh was quite muscular, even though he was so slim.
We tried each other's beers and agreed that they were equally good. Both hoppy bitters with a robust flavour. Andy's choice was slightly less heavy and probably better suited to the warm weather we were experiencing.
We turned more towards each other, and Andy put his arm around my shoulder.
"Do you know what I would love to have for dessert?"
"I have no idea."
"You!"
I blushed a little.
"Only if I get to have you as well..."
"I would expect nothing less, Steve."
He then gave me a quick peck on the cheek and returned his hand to my thigh, but just a little higher this time. I shifted forward a little because I felt myself becoming aroused and my cock was starting to cramp in my underwear.
"I'm getting hard too." Andy said as he moved my hand onto his crotch. There was certainly a lot of growth there and it could feel the heat from his growing erection. He them moved his hand onto my groin and gave me a gentle squeeze.
Just then, our waitress re-appeared with our order. "Great timing" I thought to myself. Luckily, we hadn't been caught misbehaving though as the table hid our arousal very well.
The meal was delicious, and we tried not to rush too much in our eagerness to get to dessert. We made some small talk and enjoyed the remainder of our beers.
To be continued...