Date: Sun, 8 Jan 2023 00:57:11 -0500 From: Rob R Subject: The Rebound Hi Nifty Readers I wanted to share a few stories with yourselves of my first sexual encounters with the same sex I was 25 at the time and had everything going for myself career wise. I was actually happy and things seemed on the up. However, such was not the case. I was in a relationship with a girlfriend of mine for over four years, when I came to learn that she was cheating on me with a guy"friend" of hers. We were living together at the time, and when I found out and she admitted what had happened, we had a huge fight, which ended up in her leaving to go and live with him. I was devastated and fell into a depression. I couldn't believe that she would do such a thing to me after all I had given her and the memories we had. I honestly thought she was happy, but it was clear that she was not. Things raced through my mind, and I asked myself if I would ever be good enough for anybody. For three months, I was somber and didn't want to do much. My friends tried to bring me out and cheer me up. Alas, it was not the case. I wasn't in the mood. I honestly wasn't looking for anything. I still ask myself though that maybe what transpired next, was written in the stars. I went down to the laundry room of my high-rise apartment building one Friday evening. Where I should be out on a Friday night or weekend, I was finding myself doing my week's worth of laundry. I had started a load of laundry and flopped back on a chair. It was then that a buff looking older man walked in. I would say he would have had to have been mid to late 40's upon first glance. He was muscular and had that semi-beefcake look to himself, but not overly. Semi-tanned skin, maybe from tanning, but definitely was caucasian. A gay friend of mine drew comparisons to a gay porn star called Chad Douglas when I had shown a pic of this guy later on in life. When I researched this I couldn't agree more, as my guy had a thick and coarse dark mustache and short curly brown hair. Nevertheless, I had not paid much attention to him when he came in. He was wearing a tank top and athletic shorts with flip flops. The clothing choice was definitely to show off his definition. He started up a couple of loads of laundry. It was then that he asked me if I had a spare quarter as he was short on his second washer. I obliged and provided him with one. I went back to reading a book I had brought down to kill the time. I would have normally gone back up to the apartment but my friends had joked with me and said to stick around in the laundry room and maybe some hot chick in the apartment building might show up. It was then out of the blue that my unknown stranger quipped a joke stating that we must be two losers stuck doing laundry on Friday night instead of being out and about. It got a chuckle out of myself. I replied back to him that we're being smart about it so we can have a weekend of no chores to do. He acknowledged and agreed on this. He then remarked that he's surprised that a young guy like myself is stuck here on a Friday night doing this. I told him that I was taking a break from the crazy life and trying to take it easy for a bit. He again acknowledged and agreed, stating that everybody in life needs a break from it all. It was then that he introduced himself, and it's when I met Darren. I introduced myself back and we shook hands. He then stated that he was heading back upstairs and asked if I wanted a cold beverage when he came back down. I obliged and never said no to a free beer. When Darren came back, he brought two Bud's with himself. He popped the caps off and we toasted to a Friday night of doing laundry. We started to converse with each other. We shared each other's professions. I came to learn that he was a carpenter by trade and he actually owned a private gym with a friend of his on the side, which he did personal training for. I remarked that I could see why and the results. I would come to learn his age. He was 48 years old, but really didn't look like that for his age. I learned where he grew up from and his background. We shared a good conversation and a beer at the same time. When I finished up my laundry that evening, it was then that Darren said to me that if ever I wanted to hang out for another beer again to let him know. It was then that he gave me his number. I didn't think much of this as just friendly banter and gaining an acquaintance in the building. What caught me off guard a bit was when he said that I could find him at apartment 1105 as well. I thanked him for the beer again, before heading back upstairs for the evening. It was two weeks later that I was doing laundry again on a Friday evening, when Darren strolled in. He acknowledged me by my name, and I acknowledged him back. We got to talking again about our day at work and plans we had for the weekend. Darren shared with me stories of clients he was training, and how some were difficult to work with. He ended up going upstairs again after he started his washing and came back down again with beers. I thanked him again for his generosity. We then got onto the subject of relationships. Darren initiated it, almost in a bit of a flirtatious way, commenting that a young handsome Romeo like myself must have a Juliet. I then shared that it wasn't the case. For some reason, I felt comfortable to share about my past relationship and how it ended and that I was unfortunately single again. I even shared about how I felt about it and how it impacted me emotionally and mentally. Darren was kind and polite enough to empathize and apologize for my predicament. I asked him back about himself, and gave a somewhat vague answer, stating that he liked to keep things open and whatever comes along, comes along. He joked, stating that he liked to be a "free spirit". I went along with what he said. It was then that I believe he initiated his first "move" on me, stating that if I wasn't busy during the week, that I should pop into the gym he trains at, and we could do a workout together, stating that exercise and working out is the best way of getting out of a rut. I asked him how much it would be, as I was already going to a gym. He said not to worry, and it would be on the house. I was taken back, and thanked him and we agreed to meet up the following Wednesday evening after he finished a training session at 8:30pm When Wednesday evening came, I went to Darren's gym. It was located about five blocks away from where we lived, closer to the Beaches area of my city. I saw Darren as he was wishing his female client he had a good evening after he finished his session. We were the only ones there. He greeted me with a smile, and asked if I was ready to sweat it out. I obliged him and we got to working out. We mostly did weights that evening, along with core exercises on the mat. He was good at his job. I had noticed though that he was quite handsy with myself. Several times he placed his hands on my arms, shoulders, back, and even near my butt and waist. I played it off that it was him being a trainer and making sure my technique was good, but at the back of mind, I was wondering if he was flirting casually. I never had this from the same sex, which was new, surprising and got my curiosity piqued. When we finished the workout, Darren asked if I wanted to hit the hot tub in the back to cool down my muscles, followed by a sauna session. This really had me taken back further and now my mind was wondering. I told him that unfortunately I didn't bring any swim shorts with myself or a change of clothes. He told me not to worry about it and that we were both guys and I shouldn't be worried about it, laying the "we're both adults" line on me. I asked if he had at least a towel for me to use, which he acknowledged that "of course he had one silly". Darren led me to the back. He showed me to a locker room and got me a towel. He told me to leave my sweaty clothes, and that he'd have them washed with the laundry machine and dryer he had there. He showed me to the hot tub,stating he'd be back. He at least got the jets going. While he was gone, I made my way into the hot tub. The warmth and massaging of the jets definitely helped. Darren would arrive back shortly wearing only a towel. He took off his, exposing his manhood for the first time in front of me, and slipped into the opposite side of the hot tub. We got chatting again about our day, and it was just casual conversation. He told me that this was how he wound down after his training sessions, mentioning how it did his muscles good. We stayed there for a good 10 - 15 minutes, before Darren suggested we pop out and head to the sauna to dry off. I obliged him. When I slipped out of the tub, I went out with my butt showing to him, as I was still uncomfortable showing off my junk to him. Darren had no issues once again coming out, with his on full display for me to see. I almost thought he was doing it purposefully to show off about how well endowed he was. I could swear he was maybe a good 7 to 8 inches of cut manmeat. He led me to the sauna room in the gym. We both went in there to dry off. He turned down the temperature in the room as not to pass out from just being in the hot tub. We got to sitting down in the sauna with our towels. Darren then asked if he could lay down on the bench and get comfortable. I said I didn't mind. What came next I felt as though it was done even more on purpose to see him. Darren laid down, disrobing the towel from his waist, and laid naked in his full glory, showing his cock off to me again. It was certainly an awkward moment that caught me off guard. He would just close his eyes and lay there on the bench, relaxing. I tried hard not to look, but for some reason, I couldn't help myself at times, taking a quick look at him and his body. I looked at his defined but not over muscular arms. His hairy chest, with strings of hair surrounding his nipples. His six-pack abs had a treasure trail that led to the mound of dark black hair behind his massive cock that just laid to the side of his thigh. His defined thighs and legs. For a man of 48 years of age, he had the body of an Adonis. I decided to get comfortable myself, and decided to lay on my stomach, which exposed my butt from the towel I wore. Darren noticed this and just stated that this was the way to unwind after a great workout. We stayed in there for a bit, before Darren left and went to fetch my laundry. After the evening was done, I thanked him for the session. He told me anytime, and to not be shy if ever I wanted to hang out again for a beer. He even joked that he wouldn't charge me much if I wanted to train again with himself. I told him I would take him up on it, before leaving that night. That evening, I went for a shower that night. A feeling then came over me. I was having flashbacks of seeing Darren's naked body in front of me. The beads of water and sweat that trickled against his skin. I found myself getting turned on and hard. I closed my eyes, and kept picturing his naked body. I soon found myself masturbating to this sight in my mind. I ended up having a massive orgasm, shooting my cum against the shower wall. I couldn't believe what I did or what happened. Was I attracted to men or just attracted to Darren? This never ever happened to me. What if he wasn't gay and was just some friendly guy? I wanted to put it towards the test. I would meet Darren on a usual Friday night in the laundry room. We immediately got to talking about our day. I had asked him about how his training went during the week. He told me the clients he had and how it went and what he was working on them with. I then threw a bit of a flirt his way and stated that his female clients must like working with him given how good he looked for his age and how he must get hit on quite often. He smiled, thanking me and admitting that was the case before jokingly complimenting me, stating that not as much as I would get. I then questioned him about why he was single. He then admitted that things were complicated for him, and getting involved with clients would further complicate things, and stated that business and pleasure don't always mix, giving me a wink. I told him I understood. Before I left the laundry room, he again stated that we should get together for that beer, giving me a pat on the shoulder with a slight squeeze. I told him that I admitted I've been procrastinating a bit on that request and that I'd see what my schedule was like. He then told me not to leave him hanging, with a wink and a smile before I left the room. When I got upstairs, I felt there were some signals that Darren was into me. He was handsy with me again. Winks and smiles. The flirting was there and when I flirted back, he reciprocated. I looked at myself in the mirror that night. I still had my boyish looks from my late teens. My sun-kissed tanned Iberian skin tone. I could see why he might be attracted to me. This never happened before, but the curiosity and feelings of what he would do with me. What I'd do with him. I was having no luck in dating at the time, still not being able to get over my ex. I needed to break my boundary. Go outside my comfort zone. Experience this to see where it would take me, if anything calling it just something I did in life. I decided it was time to see where this would go. It was a Wednesday evening, when I picked up the phone to call Darren. It rang a few times,before going to voicemail. I left him a message, stating that I'd take him up on that beer, but that I'd provide them this time around. My voice was a bit crackly and nervous when I had left the message, but I was able to finish it. It was roughly an hour later when my phone rang. When I picked it up, it was Darren on the other end. He said it was nice to finally hear from me and that he got my message. He then suggested that maybe after we were done laundry on Friday, I could come down. I agreed, but told him that I'd need to at least freshen up before I came over. He said but of course, jokingly stating that the smell of Downy was always a great scent. Friday had finally arrived. I was nervous. Butterflies raced throughout. I had met Darren as usual in the laundry room. This time around, I came with a couple of beers. He jokingly stated that a little pre-drinking. It was a bit different speaking to him. I stumbled a few times. We talked about our day. The great weather we were having for summer. His training and what he was working on. We cheers to the weekend finally arriving. Darren threw in an extra to finally being able to hang out afterwards for a drink, instead of having one in the laundry room each time. We shared a laugh. He stated that he was looking forward to showing me his apartment. I joked, asking if I'd find weird stuff or weird animals. He laughed, stating that his place was unique and that he had a certain "feng shui" to his pad. We finished up the laundry, and I agreed that I would be down to his place in roughly 30 - 45 minutes. I hopped in the shower, scrubbing every crevice and corner of my body. I went ahead and trimmed and shaved my pubic area around my cock, leaving a nicely short and groomed tuft of hair. I shaved my cock and balls to ensure they were smooth. I then went further, shaving around my butthole and finally my legs,leaving them nice and smooth. I still felt that it wasn't enough for him, and shaved some short strands of hairs around my nipples. I looked in the mirror, and felt I had achieved the look that I think Darren would go for. I finished my hair up, putting some gel in it. I slipped on a new pair of white boxer briefs, almost as an homage to my potential virginity being broken. I put on a golf shirt and a pair of medium sized khaki shorts and sprayed some Givenchy cologne on. I grabbed another two beers from the fridge, before slipping into my flip-flops and headed downstairs. When I arrived at his door, the butterflies became even more. I was nervous to knock. There was potentially no turning back once I had gone through with this. I mustered it up and knocked lightly on the door. I could see the shadow from the peephole, and I heard the door unlock and open. Darren greeted me with a big smile, giving me a pat and squeeze again on my shoulder, before he let me in. He was wearing a nice tight white t-shirt that showed off some of his definition, and blue jeans. His hair was nicely coiffed and I could smell the Brut cologne he wore. I handed him a beer as I walked in. When I went into his apartment, immediately a few things caught my attention. His place was exquisitely clean and tidy. I saw a faux statue of David on a mantle in the corner of his living room. I then saw a painting that stood out which if anything was an indicator that he was or might be attracted to the same sex: A picture in a frame of a biker in assless chaps posing next to a Harley watching a sunset. The smell of incense also filled the air in the living room. I remarked to him that he had a cool place and I was relieved it wasn't the typical bachelor pad filled with empty bags of chips. He laughed at my joke, and asked if I wanted to go on the balcony to take in the city lights. I agreed. We went on the balcony. We talked and Darren remarked it was finally cool that we got to hang out at another place besides the laundry room. I told him that it was finally good to do something on a Friday night. We both cheered. I remarked about how he had a pretty decent view of the city. He remarked, stating that I likely had a better view being on the 18th, which I admitted with a snarky quip. We shared a few more laughs, and chatted out there before Darren told me that he was happy that he finally had some company on a Friday night, stating it was a nice feeling. I reciprocated, telling him it was finally good to hang out, stating that the experience was actually nice for a change instead of hanging out at bars and going on pointless dates. He then inquired about how it was going for me. What happened next I don't know where it came from, but I think my emotions spilled out. I told him that ever since my breakup, it hasn't been good and that I looked down on myself. I told him how it impacted me mentally and emotionally and that I tried to make myself happy, but nothing was happening organically for myself. I then admitted to him that since we met, I feel more calm and comfortable and myself again. I told him I wanted to thank him for this, and I appreciated our chats and hanging out and for the training session. All the while I told him this, Darren had his eyes locked on me. He just had this kind smile on his face as he listened. I finished my rambling off with cheers. Darren replied with a "your welcome", and a cheer back, before he rubbed my back with his hand. His gesture raised tiny hairs on my neck and gave me a bit of goosebumps. He told me that anytime I needed him, he was a phone and a hop, skip and a jump away, as he continued to stare at me. I shied away a few times, when our eyes locked, gazing out into the city. I felt his attraction to me getting closer. My nerves started getting to me. I didn't know if I wanted to go through with it. I told Darren that I should head out. He asked me if I was sure, and if I wanted another round. I told him I was a bit tired, lying to myself and him because of nerves. Darren being the gentleman walked me to the door. It was then he stopped me, telling me that he really appreciated us hanging out tonight, and it was definitely a nice change for once. He expressed his gratitude and happiness for our meet-up. He then gave me words of encouragement, telling me that I was a great guy and to not let anybody tell me otherwise. I shied away, blushing a bit when he told me this. He told me everything would be okay, before he pulled me in for a hug, giving me a pat and rub on the back. I thanked him, and our eyes caught each other again. I told him that he was a breath of fresh air for me, and made me feel confident in myself again. I told him that whatever he did was amazing and I couldn't thank him more than enough. He smiled at me, and our eyes locked again. I rubbed his bicep and thanked him again but with a more shaky tone to my voice. Butterflies raced in my stomach and goosebumps popped up. My lips trembled. I tried to shy away, but I couldn't. Darren locked eyes with me again. He asked me again if I was sure I didn't want to stick around. I nervously said "I don't know". His hand reached and touched my fingers. I knew at this point it was clear that he was attracted to me, just by his touch. He then asked if he could tell me something. I said sure, telling him we're adults in a nervous joking manner. Darren then told me that he liked me and that he understood if I didn't feel that way or that I was attracted to him. He joked, stating that he guessed that he let the cat out of the bag. He told me that he couldn't help but stare at me in my beautiful brown eyes. Our eyes locked again. I am super nervous now. I tell him that I don't know what to say, but thank you. We stood there for a minute, just looking and grinning and smiling at each. I shied away a few times. Finally Darren broke the ice. He grabbed my hand and pulled me in for a kiss. I closed my eyes as he went in. I felt his bristly moustache against the top of my lip, as his lips pressed against mine. I opened my eyes, as he pulled away. He looked at me, apologizing if he was too direct. I told him it was okay, thanking him and admitting that I liked it. I held onto his hand. Our eyes locked again. My nerves went away somewhat, and I got the confidence to pull him in for a kiss again. This time it was a bit more passionate. I felt his lips against mine, with his tongue starting to press out and gain access to mine. As soon as they touched, our kiss became deeper and even more passionate. He pushed me against the door, caressing my face as he kissed me. Our tongues played with each other. I started to become hard from his deep kisses. My hands soon found his ass, as I squeezed them through his jeans. He pressed his body against me, and our packages touched through our clothes. I knew he was definitely hard once I felt him against me. Our kissing became out of control. I heard Darren moan through our kisses, and he began to kiss my neck. I let out a gasp and breathed deeply as his moustache tickled my neck. I let one of my hands wander, and I reached and rubbed Darren's hard-on. I could feel his girth as I rubbed on the outside of his jeans. I heard him gasp and moan. He then quietly asks me in my ear if I want him. By then lust had taken me away, and I told him quietly yes. He whispered again to me in my ear: "Let me show you", as he pulled away and took my hand, leading me towards his bedroom. Electric waves ran through my body. I was about to have sex for the very first time with a man. Darren led me into the bedroom. It was already dimly lit by two candles on his bedside tables. I wondered to myself if he was somewhat preparing for this or if he just liked to have candles lit in his room. He had a nicely sized queen size bed with brass railings at either end. When we entered the room, Darren pushed me against the wall again, aggressively and passionately kissing me again. Our moans were muffled between each kiss. I felt his hands reach to lift off my shirt. He began to kiss my neck again, along with my shoulders. I breathed deeply with each kiss and rub of his moustache on my skin. He soon worked his way to my pecs and started to kiss and lick my nipples. My breathing became deeper, and I reached to lift his shirt off. I exposed his chest full of a maze of stringy hair. It tickled my skin when he pulled me in for a kiss again. Soon I felt Darren's hands reaching for the buttons of my shorts. He unbuttoned them and slid them off, exposing my tight white boxer briefs and my bulging hard-on. He continued to kiss me passionately, grabbing and squeezing my ass cheeks. I fumbled with my hands while kissing him, tugging and unbuttoning his jeans. I unzipped them, and let them fall to the floor. It exposed his tight black briefs he was wearing. I could see slightly the head of his cock poking out near his waistband. Darren pulled me again for another kiss, grinding and rubbing his package against mine. It triggered me to moan even more, wanting his cock against mine. Darren then reached into my briefs, rubbing and stroking my cock. I gasped as he did this. I gasped with each stroke of my cock, all the while he kissed my neck again. I wanted more from him. I found my hands reaching to his package, pulling his briefs down halfway and exposing his cock. He replied by pulling mine down as well, and letting our cocks touch. We grinded against each other, kissing each other again passionately. I loved the feel of his massive cock against mine; his pubes tickling me with each grind. Darren then whispered in my ear that he wants to get me prepared for him. I lustfully ask him what he wants. He tells me that he wants to ensure that he doesn't tear me apart tonight. He tells me to hold on a second. I watch as he goes to his bedside table and reaches into it. I can't see what he pulled out, but I do see that he has a bottle of lube. I see him doing something, before he comes back. He tells me to turn around. I oblige him. In my mind, I think that he's already ready to fuck me. I feel him pull down my briefs all the way, getting me completely naked. He tells me to stick my butt out a bit. I do as he says, thinking that he's about to pop my cherry. Instead, I feel his fingers rub a cool and wet lubricant against my hole. He then tells me to take a deep breath, and that I might feel a bit of pressure. I take in a deep breath. I then feel something pressing against my hole, before it slowly slides into me. I gasp as I start to feel it stretch me open. I then feel it all inside of me. I breathe deeply, feeling the cool sensation of the lube and the pressure of the object inside me. Darren calms me down, giving me a "shhhh" in my ear. He embraces me from behind, kissing my shoulders. He tells me that I need this inside of me for a bit, as he doesn't want to hurt me given I had a virgin ass. He tilts my head back to kiss me again. I feel as his hand reaches for my cock, stroking it again. His hand is lubed up from the object that he placed in me. The cool and tingling sensation drives my cock wild. Soon, my mind gets off the fact that I have something up my ass and back to me and Darren. I turn around, kissing him and decide that I want to take control of him. I begin to kiss his neck, working my way to his shoulders. I slowly make my way down to his chest. My tongue finds a way through the jungle of hair around his nipples, and I suck and nibble on them. Darren moans as I do this. I begin to back him up against the railing of his bed. I bend down, working my kisses down his chest and six pack. Soon, I'm on my knees, kissing his treasure trail, getting closer to his beast of a cock. I slide his briefs off of him, getting him naked. Darren looks at me lustfully. He tells me to show me that you want his cock. I take his cock in my hand. I get in the mindset that his cock is like my favorite ice cream cone. I begin to lick his shaft, all the way up to the head of his cock. I hear Darren breathe deeply with my licks. I do this all over his cock. My tongue then gets to the head of his cock, and I start to lick all around it, teasing him in wanting me to suck him. I watch his facial expressions with each lick, his eyes closed and head tilted back as he holds onto the rails of his bed. I finally decided to take his cock into my mouth. I open wide, letting my tongue guide its way down on him. Darren moans loudly as I do this, telling me I'm beautiful. I suck his cock as far as my mouth and throat allow me to go. I get a good motion going, lathering his cock up with my saliva. I hear Darren's breathing: deep, mixed with moans of pleasure. I then feel his hand hold the back of my head; his fingers gripping my hair. He starts to shove his cock deeper into my mouth. I gag a few times as it hits the back of my throat. He apologizes to me when it happens, telling me he's letting himself get carried away. Darren lifts me up to my feet and kisses me again passionately, almost as a thank you. Darren tells me in my ear that he wants to fuck me. I moan as if to say yes you can. He asks me if he can fuck me. I told him yes. He tells me to come here and leads me onto the bed. He positions me in a doggy-style position. He reaches for the object in my ass, which when I turn over to look as he slowly pulls it out of me, was a decent sized butt plug. I feel as it slides out of my ass, leaving my whole gaping and open. Darren lathers his cock again with some lube, before he positions himself in front of my waiting hole. I watch him as he guides his cock into me. I feel his head slide in, before I feel his shaft slide right into me. I gasp as this happens. He grabs my butt cheeks, as he slowly pumps his cock in and out. There is no pain surprisingly, and the pressure is not as bad as the plug he had in me. I moan as he starts to fuck me slowly. I grab onto the bed frame, as Darren starts to work a faster motion. I feel every inch of him inside me. He hits my g-spot with each pump, driving me wild and making me moan louder. I hear Darren moaning as well. He slaps my butt cheek with his hand. He arches me back to him, so he can kiss my neck and shoulders. I grab my cock, stroking it as he fucks me. He pulls his cock completely out, only to shove it right back into me. I moan loudly when he does a few times. I start to get close to orgasm, but Darren tells me not to cum for him yet. Darren flips me over onto my back. He pulls me down to the edge of his bed. I watch as he holds my leg up, bending me back. My exposed hole is there for the taking for him. He shoves his cock into me. I moan in pleasure. He holds my legs, as he begins to fuck me vigorously. I grab onto my cock and stroke it. He bends down to me, and I raise up a bit from my back so I can kiss him. Sweat is beading off Darren. We are moaning together in unison. He compliments my ass, telling me my virgin ass is so tight. He tells me to "tell him when I'm going to cum baby". This instantly triggers my mind. I stroke my cock even more vigorously, and I can feel the rush coming. It doesn't take long. I tell him I'm going to cum. He pulls his cock out of my ass, placing it on my cock and grabbing both with his hand. No sooner does he do this, do I reach orgasm and I spray my cum onto my stomach. I moan loudly as this happens. Darren soon follows and white strings of cum spray from his cock onto my stomach and chest as well. Some even went as high, hitting around my collarbone area. He moans loudly, reaching climax. Darren falls on top of me. He kisses me softly. Our cocks are still semi-hard, touching against one another. Our cum is meshed and smeared on our stomach and chest. I wrap my legs around his butt, rubbing my hand up and down his back. He asks me if I'm okay. I tell him I am. We look at one another, smiling. I can't believe that I went through with it. Darren tells me that it was fun and that I was the first straight guy that he turned to as he referred to it, "the dark side", in a joking manner. We share a chuckle. He kisses me again, before rolling off me, and cuddling me in a spoon position. We ended up falling asleep that night in that position. I wake, and the clock on his bedside table says it's 2:30 in the morning. Darren is completely out, letting out intermittent snores. I quietly grab my clothes and get dressed. I can feel the soreness from my ass that took a pounding from him. I look over at Darren as he is sound asleep. I go to his kitchen, grabbing a sticky note from the pad on his fridge. I wrote a little thank you note to him, leaving it on his kitchen counter. I silently make my way out of his apartment and head back upstairs. When I get upstairs, I gently sit down. Now I knew what it felt like to being fucked with such a big cock in my ass. I knew it would be some time to recover from this. I sit there and think what have I gotten myself into. Is this the start of something? Is this just a one-time fling? Am I now gay or am I bisexual? So many questions, but only time would tell.