Sitting on his couch they shared a bottle of red wine and well, things naturally progressed and before he knew it, shy reserved Joe had disappeared. The guy was a bit of sex nut once he had felt the green light had been given.
He entered ahead of me and I followed to find a very small toilet with two cubicles made of that thin plywood material which is so loved by glory hole manufacturers. He went into one of the cubicles. The other door was closed but still appeared to be empty and as I went to open it, the young lad opened his door and asked me to come in.
Believe it or not, I hesitated from speaking to him at first - fearing, as I did, that my private emotions might betray me. Realising, however, that he was clearly having problems of some kind, I finally gritted my teeth and stepped towards him.
One of the guys put a pillow under my hips, and told me that I was going to be getting 'seriously fucked now'. They were in their early forties, and in pretty good shape for the most part. I was so turned on my all of this.
I rose up and pressed the head of my 9 inches to his asshole. Even the rimming hadn't relaxed him enough to take my big dick. I pushed, a little harder than I should have. His hole slowly tore open, pulling the head of my cock inside him.
His chest was broad, smooth and bronzed, marred only by two dark nipples. Heavily muscled shoulders and sinewy arms were marked with tattoos similar to the one on his face.
A few weeks later and I was summoned to a private meeting with another scout back in Pittsburgh. This dude appeared even more convinced of my potential. Said I'd give Brad Pitt a run for his money and that the company he worked for would provide me the opportunity to go as far as I liked with my looks.