The Sex God strikes again
Time for another of my sex-capades:
Monday night, I wasn't expecting to do much. If anything, I was going to go to the Moca Loca, smoke a joint, grab a coffee, and go to bed early. I talked with Marina on the phone, and she invited me to join her and a few other friends for a few beers. We were going to go out in Hull, but Marina didn't feel like going far. So we ended up going to the newly renovated Flix around midnight.
I'm not working the next morning, nor is Solange and Marianne. So it's decided, we're getting trashed. We started off with beer, then went into drinks, shooters and then back to beer. The night was spent laughing, playing pool and having a good time. Marina finally leaves around 2am, and I was supposed to hitch a ride with her. But I wasn't done drinking, so I decided to stay. Close to closing time, we are informed that a guy has decided to pay a round of shooters for everyone who's left: maybe 12. I hadn't seen this before: you had to drop your shooter in a glass of beer, then chug it all down. It was actually pretty tasty, but this did it, we were trashed. I'm sitting with Solange and Marianne, and the bar maid brings me a beer. I am confused, I hadn't bought another beer. She informs me that it was sent by the guy that bought the shooters previously. I stumble about and go up to thank him.
He invites my friends and I over to his place, around the corner, for a few beers since the bar was closing. I accepted and talked about it with my friends. Solange was leaving with her boyfriend, and Marianne(who had planned on coming) ended up being just too drunk and wanted to head home.
But I still went.
He's a nice man, but kinda old for me: 31. We chatted, started having another beer. But I was too drunk to drink some more. We ended up shagging until 6am, passing out and waking up a few hours later. Confused and hungover. It finally sank in as I looked over at this naked man beside me, and tried to remember his name(which I did, but shall not disclose). We ended up going at it again for a while, but he had to get to work. So we jumped in the shower, got ready and both left our ways.
He called me later that day and wanted to see me again. We didn't, but we probably will soon. I'm not sure where I stand. He's nice, it was fun and he's pretty good in bed. But that doesn't change the fact that I'm 17-going-on-18, and he's 31. We'll see. He's no pedophile, I know that. He was quite discombobulated with it all, but he was genuinely attracted to me and likes me.
Monday night, I wasn't expecting to do much. If anything, I was going to go to the Moca Loca, smoke a joint, grab a coffee, and go to bed early. I talked with Marina on the phone, and she invited me to join her and a few other friends for a few beers. We were going to go out in Hull, but Marina didn't feel like going far. So we ended up going to the newly renovated Flix around midnight.
I'm not working the next morning, nor is Solange and Marianne. So it's decided, we're getting trashed. We started off with beer, then went into drinks, shooters and then back to beer. The night was spent laughing, playing pool and having a good time. Marina finally leaves around 2am, and I was supposed to hitch a ride with her. But I wasn't done drinking, so I decided to stay. Close to closing time, we are informed that a guy has decided to pay a round of shooters for everyone who's left: maybe 12. I hadn't seen this before: you had to drop your shooter in a glass of beer, then chug it all down. It was actually pretty tasty, but this did it, we were trashed. I'm sitting with Solange and Marianne, and the bar maid brings me a beer. I am confused, I hadn't bought another beer. She informs me that it was sent by the guy that bought the shooters previously. I stumble about and go up to thank him.
He invites my friends and I over to his place, around the corner, for a few beers since the bar was closing. I accepted and talked about it with my friends. Solange was leaving with her boyfriend, and Marianne(who had planned on coming) ended up being just too drunk and wanted to head home.
But I still went.
He's a nice man, but kinda old for me: 31. We chatted, started having another beer. But I was too drunk to drink some more. We ended up shagging until 6am, passing out and waking up a few hours later. Confused and hungover. It finally sank in as I looked over at this naked man beside me, and tried to remember his name(which I did, but shall not disclose). We ended up going at it again for a while, but he had to get to work. So we jumped in the shower, got ready and both left our ways.
He called me later that day and wanted to see me again. We didn't, but we probably will soon. I'm not sure where I stand. He's nice, it was fun and he's pretty good in bed. But that doesn't change the fact that I'm 17-going-on-18, and he's 31. We'll see. He's no pedophile, I know that. He was quite discombobulated with it all, but he was genuinely attracted to me and likes me.