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trying to get my dick sucked - a comedy of errors It's been so long since I did anything sexually with a total stranger that saying I'm out of practice is kind of funny, but also completely true. During the pandemic I’ve wanted nothing to do with anonymous hookups. That doesn’t mean I’ve gone dead from the waist down though, it just means maintaining a bit of self control and masturbating frequently. Thankful I’m pretty good on the former and my job helps me with the latter. Cut to a few nights ago though, during one of my nightly walks. I was strolling through what I guess you’d call the downtown area of our little city. Pretty much nothing except 7-11 is open in our town after midnight, so you don’t expect to see a lot of traffic, and since that particular convenience store is a few miles away it makes even less sense that anyone would be driving through the downtown area. Nothing is open, nobody is there, but of course there are many reasons why a person might cruise around city streets in the middle of the night. Drug seeking is one of them, as is the search for sex of some kind. So when a car drove by me on the street, going very slowly, I imagined one of those reasons was behind it. The vehicle turned the corner and parked maybe half a block away from me, but the driver did not get out. Normally I would have been long gone by now, but something made me stop and wait to see what would happen next. For a moment the car idled in the parking space, then it pulled out and drove very slowly for a few blocks. I wasn’t visible the entire time, so I really didn’t think the driver was looking for me, but curiosity got the best of me and I had to see what he was up to. So I followed on foot. And even as slow as he was going, I lost the guy after a couple of blocks. When I caught up with him he had parked in an alleyway, and was outside the vehicle, pissing on the side of a building. His car was off but the driver’s side door remained open. As I walked by he caught sight of me and nodded (caught pissing in public!) and I returned the gesture but did not immediately approach him. When he finished, and had zipped up, I did walk back in his direction. Almost immediately he caught my attention, and while speaking Spanish gestured toward the open door of his car. This seemed like an obvious invitation, so I made a split second decision to go for it. The first thing I did though, was walk to the passenger side of the vehicle, thinking he would unlock the door and let me in. When this did not happen, I strode back to the other side and stood by the rear wheel while he remained by his open door. I think he introduced himself, but made no further indication that we were going to hook up. Despite the language barrier I thought I’d read his invitation correctly, so I pressed forward. While standing there a few feet from him, I unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock. The guy had been looking out at the street and when he turned back to me it was instantly clear that I’d made a mistake. His eyes went wide and he said, “What the fuck?” in pretty good English. Slightly embarrassed, I put my cock away and walked off as quickly as I could. The moral of the story, if there is one, would be that I did this all wrong from the very beginning - that’s how “out of practice” I am. When the car drove by me very slowly, I glanced inside and saw there was a man driving, but we did not make eye contact. Had we done so, I would have had reason to believe he was cruising for sex, and maybe open to meeting the likes of me, but he didn’t even look in my direction. That should have been the first and only indication I needed, to keep walking and mind my own business. But then I followed him, which was really dumb, because OBVIOUSLY he wasn’t interested in me or he wouldn’t have driven away. Then there was the fact that he didn’t open the passenger side door for me, but I figured he was likely drunk, getting ready to do something regrettable like suck the cock of a white man in the front seat of his car, and maybe a bit nervous. And of course the sheer stupidity of pulling my dick out, not really knowing how the guy was going to react. He could have gotten angry and tried to attack me, but I got lucky. This was completely unplanned. I don’t go out walking at any time of the night hoping to hook up with someone. Those days (nights) are pretty much over for me. It has never happened to me in Woodburn, though I imagine it is a distinct possibility. My life is often ruled by random things, random decisions, and so on. I like living on the edge, especially when the benefits cost me very little. The risk involved in this activity is relatively small, and I’m sure if I put some effort into it I could make it happen, but honestly that is not in my future plans. Most of me is glad things did not happen as I intended, and has the above story to recount instead of one of success. A blow job that night might have put a smile on my face for a brief period but this experience, and the recounting of it, gave me a bigger smile that has lasted longer. |
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