So we are now in 1994/1995 and I was living with Ellen and things were good. I had a new job in a new place and we were preparing to get married.
Now you might think what a selfish prick, yes I would agree with you. However, I felt the world of her and whilst I enjoyed my secret life I knew it potentially could all come down on me.
So following the last blog that was deleted I had been in this toilet block when a guy was basically flashing his cock to me. I quickly left but it did sow a seed. It played on my mind and it was not long before I went back this time with undies under my jeans and t-shirt.
I went into the toilets and basically stood with my dick out.
It was not that long before a guy in his late 50's came in and
stood next to me. He had his cock out and was looking at mine
while wanking. I don't know why but when he reached for my
cock I let him. he then said to follow him.
I did and the next thing i was sat next to him in his car and
he was wanking me off....
I was froze rigid, was I gay!!! what the fuck was I doing.
I said, im sorry i cant do this, i was totally messed up in the
head with the confusion of what i was feeling!
i went home and showered, i felt disgusting!
I went straight out and threw all my undies away!
I could not do this anymore.
For the next 6 months i did that, i did not dress once. scared of the feeling i had and what it could lead to. I did however continue to pick up hookers, more i think to try and exert my manhood rather than anything else. one Saturday afternoon while Ellen was out shopping with friends I picked up a girl and she asked me to drive to a multi-storey car park in the middle of the city and only a few minutes away.
we drove to the top floor and we started to kiss. she removed her black dress to reveal black bra knickers suspenders and stockings, along with the knee high black boots i thought i had died and gone to heaven. we kissed and she rolled a condom onto me and sat astride me and we fucked for a bit until I cum. I have to say it was the best sex I had ever had.
Another time around the same period was not so good, the thing with street prostitutes is you never know what you are getting until they get in the car. I picked up one girl, she was about the same age as me and as soon as she got in i knew it was not going to go well. she was completely drunk. she slurred for me to drive to a quiet spot at the back of a park. I paid her and she went to get my cock out, she could not even undo my jeans. after getting my dick out she went straight into sucking mode and was gagging and coughing, this was not the type of experience i wanted and told her not to worry i would drop her back off.
she then asked me if i could drop her to a friends house.
Being the nice guy i am i agreed and drove the 3 miles following her directions.
when i got there i parked up and said will you be ok, by now she seemed to be a little better and said come into her friends and they would both fuck me as i had been so nice!! Alarm bells were ring, this was not right so although i said yes that will be good as soon as she got out and shut the door i madde a quick get away.
was i in danger, i don't know but i was not about to find out!
So going into 1995 i was getting married, big wedding all the family and all the trimmings!
in the 6 months to the wedding i probably picked up around 4 girls, the urge would come every 6 weeks or so and now the urges of my other fetish were beginning to surface once more.
I twas not long before i was back driving around the charity shops to buy more underwear to get the thrill that i seeked.
With undies both and stocking from the local shop It was like stepping into an old comfortable suit! I was instantly hard. I got dressed and went out for a drive and a walk.
the feeling was great and i walked around hard for ages.
I then went back home and played and put everything away before Ellen got home.
I still had the thoughts of what had happened with the guy in his car but I did not act on them for the next two years i dressed in private and continued to pick up girls.
