Meeting at the bus stop

I never looked at guys, I went to the public men's bathhouse like everyone else, and wasn't the least bit aroused by the sight of naked men. My dream was sex with a girl. I fantasized about all sorts of things I could do with them in bed. I think the thought of sex with a guy was planted in my mind by an acquaintance. I was young, and he was 20 or older. I was visiting him, and apparently he wanted sex; he smelled of booze, maybe that scared me off. If he had been a bit smarter, maybe I would have lost my virginity back then. But he really wanted it; he started groping me, suggested we lie in bed together and cuddle. I was very frightened by his actions and desires,

I don't even understand how I managed to break free. He didn't chase after me; I think he got scared. We never saw each other again, and I never told anyone about it. I think he would have been jailed, and I would have been left with a stigma for life; it's hard to prove to anyone that nothing happened. So that's how it ended that time, but I was left with a curiosity about what he wanted to do with me.

Many years passed; my school years ended, and the first year of my army service was over. Completely by chance, I got a month's leave. Before heading to my village, I decided to fulfill a request from my fellow soldier: to deliver a letter to his mother. I didn't know the city well, so I had to ask people at the bus stop how to find the address on the letter. A man around 40 told me how to get there, and it turned out we were going the same way, so by the time we reached the right place, we had gotten acquainted. He told me he lived alone, hadn't been in our city long, but had already set up his own business, and today was a celebration for him—he had managed to save a lot of money on a deal and really wanted to celebrate. I agreed to his offer right away. Who wouldn't want to drink for free?

After finishing our errands, we arrived at his place, set the table, and, as they say, it took off—shot after shot, to our acquaintance, to the army, and to his luck in his personal affairs. When the first bottle was finished, I started getting ready to go home; I had to catch the bus, otherwise I'd be spending the night at the station. Then he offered for me to stay the night at his place; there was only one bed, but we'd manage somehow. It didn't even cross my mind what might happen at night. After celebrating our acquaintance well, we started getting ready for bed. He lay against the wall, and I was on the edge. As I was falling asleep, I was still watching TV.

I can only add that we met more than once after that. I came to enjoy sucking him off and offering him my ass. When he fucked me doggy style, stroking my back, I would slip my hand between my legs and caress his balls while he fucked me. And for some reason, I felt like he wasn't just sleeping with me casually, but that he really liked me. It's a shame my leave ended and I had to go back to serving. When I returned, I didn't find him. He had gone somewhere.