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I solved my sexual problems when I accidentally met Ernie. The encounter happened in a public toilet where I had stopped to relieve myself.

In the next stall, a guy was standing and looking at me over the low partition separating the toilets. He offered to give me a blowjob. In principle, I wasn't against it, but I didn't want it to happen in that nasty restroom, so I suggested going somewhere else, since my car was parked nearby. At worst, we could do it sitting in the car.

But he refused and shoved a piece of cardboard into my hand.

— My phone number is there. Call me, — he said.

I nodded

and, rushing out onto the street, drove home. The next day, I accidentally found a rectangular piece of cardboard in my jacket pocket with a landline phone number and the name "Ernie" handwritten on it. I couldn't remember its origin or how it ended up in my pocket.

It was only at the end of the workday that I remembered yesterday's meeting in the public toilet.

Half an hour before the end of work, I called. A somewhat thin male voice answered. I reminded him of our chance meeting and suggested we meet. Just not in the toilet, I immediately stipulated.

— Then come to my place, — he suggested. – Write down the address. – And he explained how to find his house. – Just bring condoms.

Well, if there's one thing I have plenty of, it's that stuff in my glove compartment. I asked if I should buy something to drink.

— If you want, buy something for yourself, — he replied. – Personally, I don't drink.

Forty minutes later, I was at his apartment, where we properly got acquainted. I didn't buy any alcohol: he doesn't drink, and I was driving. Ernie was naked, except for a bathrobe hanging on his skinny body. My gaze was drawn to his dick, dangling between his legs, which was no less than 15 centimeters in its flaccid state.

— Well, come on, drop your pants, I'll suck you off, — Ernie offered.

I told him that in such situations, I like to be naked, just like my partner.

— Let's get undressed, — he replied indifferently.

I took off absolutely everything, even my socks, and Ernie shed his robe. He sat on the sofa, and I came right up to him.

He took my balls and gently squeezed them. Despite the apartment being warm, his fingers were cold. Ernie felt the piercing in the form of a small ring that was threaded through the bottom of my scrotum along the seam. Then he swallowed my cock and started sucking. I just held his head and gently rocked my hips.

I had to note right away that he sucked quite professionally, but without any emotion. I, for example, like it when a partner holds my buttocks. Ernie was bracing himself against the sofa with one hand and holding my balls with the other.

"Well, everyone has their own style," I thought.

After about ten minutes, I came and poured my nectar down his throat. He sucked it all and ran his tongue under the crown of the head.

I expressed a desire to smoke, and he led me to the kitchen. On the way, I popped into the bathroom and washed my dick under the tap.

Sitting on a chair and smoking, I studied Ernie, trying to understand what kind of person he was.

Tall, slightly stooped, with hair the color of last year's straw, and very thin, rather skinny. His eyes were a faded gray, expressing nothing. Even his butt didn't attract the eye. His only asset was his dick – long and a bit thick. He shaved his pubic hair, just like me. In short, he didn't evoke sympathy.

— Tell me, please, Ernie, how long is your little one? — I asked.

— 21 centimeters, — he answered. – And yours is 18, right?

I had to confirm he wasn't mistaken. Apparently, he has a good eye.

— And have you been in the scene for long? — I inquired.

— For a long time, as long as I can remember.

"That's some experience," I thought. "Probably, guys were attracted to him even in his teens because of his dick."

— Well, what shall we do? — I asked, hinting at a continuation.

— Are you in a hurry?

— Not yet, but I don't want to just sit around doing nothing, — I replied.

— Do you want to fuck me? — he asked point-blank.

— Of course, — I answered frankly.

— No problem. Let's go.

We returned to the room. I massaged my dick a bit, and it revived and hardened. Ernie put a condom on it himself and got on all fours, bracing his hands on the back of the sofa. I asked about lube, or rather, the lack of it. But he said it would be fine for him as is.

His asshole was well-developed, and my cock easily penetrated it until my balls pressed against his perineum. I began to slowly thrust, gradually increasing the pace and slapping Ernie's buttocks. Ernie started jerking off his monster with one hand and began to emit soft moans. Most likely, he came soon and stopped moaning.

It was my turn to discharge, and I came in the condom. Pulling out of his anus, I slapped Ernie's ass, letting him know it was over. He straightened up, turned to me, and removed the filled condom from my dick himself.

After going to the bathroom and washing my dick, I returned to the room. Ernie was already in his robe. I understood my visit was coming to an end and started getting dressed.

As we said goodbye, Ernie told me to call ahead to arrange the next meeting.

— Do you have a cell phone? — I asked.

— No, I don't, — he answered.

"Strange, it's the 21st century, and he doesn't have a cell phone, even though there's a lot of modern appliances in the kitchen: a multicooker, microwave, and even a coffee maker. I should give him a phone," I thought.

So I started visiting Ernie regularly. Our dates followed a certain algorithm: a blowjob, a short smoke break, and farewell intercourse. No foreplay or petting, quick and businesslike. And no obligations.

Of course, it wasn't what I dreamed of, but the connection with Ernie saved me a lot of time and spared me the hassle of searching for another partner. I was tired of going to clubs and discos hoping to find the guy of my dreams and always relying on luck, which often turned its back on me.

And so I came to Ernie's again. We had been meeting for two months, and there were no problems. But this time, I found a young, good-looking guy visiting him, whom Ernie introduced as Alik. We shook hands, and they continued discussing their problems with Ernie. I went to the kitchen to smoke, hoping Alik would leave soon.

About fifteen minutes passed, but Ernie and Alik continued talking. I stood up, walked down the hallway, and peeked into the room to let Ernie know it was time to stop these conversations and see Alik out.

Then Ernie seemed to notice me and said:

— Why aren't you undressing, Grisha? — I looked at him in surprise, then glanced at Alik. – It's fine, — said Ernie, — Alik won't be in the way.

Thinking sinfully that Alik would be the third, I turned my back and quickly undressed. In anticipation of fresh meat, my dick was already starting to rise.

I looked at Ernie; he had already shed his robe and was sitting on the sofa waiting for me. Then I looked at Alik; he was sitting in an armchair as if nothing was happening.

— What, isn't Alik going to undress? — my question wasn't addressed to anyone in particular.

— No, no, — Alik hastily replied. – I'm not a participant, just a spectator.

— I never thought I'd do this with a spectator, — I muttered. Though it's hard to shock me, so I approached Ernie already in a battle-ready state.

He, as usual, played with my balls and gave me a blowjob. Probably, being in an excited state, I came faster than usual.

Then, everything according to the script. I went to the bathroom, then to the kitchen to smoke and recover. Ernie came after me and started making excuses, saying Alik had nowhere to go because he was waiting for a train to go home.

— You could have warned me you weren't alone. We could have rescheduled, — I said.

Then I fucked Ernie in his usual favorite position – doggy style. Alik watched with wide eyes. I glanced in his direction, and it seemed to me that the fly on his jeans was somewhat bulging.

Alik was a spectator at two more of our meetings. I was already annoyed and didn't believe in such coincidences, and I suggested he wait in the kitchen while Ernie and I were intimate.

— Well, I'm not in the way. I'm just curious. Please, — he pleaded. And I waved my hand.

The last time, for some reason, I stayed longer at Ernie's and was about to leave when it was eight in the evening.

— Grigory, which way are you heading? — asked Alik.

— Towards the railway station, — I replied.

— Could you give me a ride? — he asked. – My train is at 9 p.m.

— Sure, no problem, — I answered. And we said goodbye to Ernie.

Unfortunately, I chose the wrong road, and we got stuck in traffic. Alik kept looking at his watch. He said his trip to the institute where he studied hadn't gone well. He was supposed to take some test, but the professor hadn't shown up today. He'd have to go tomorrow, and the journey takes two hours by train plus thirty minutes to the platform. He has to get up at six in the morning.

— When do you sleep? — I asked.

— From midnight to six, — he answered.

I sympathized with him.

— Alik, here's what I suggest. You see what's happening on the road. You're basically already late. Let's not waste time; I'll turn into an alley now, and we'll go to my place. You'll get some sleep, and in the morning, you can go to the institute. By the way, where is it located?

— On Griboyedov Street, — he answered.

— Oh, that's just a five-minute drive from my work, — I said. – So, what do you say, shall we go?

— Thank you, Grigory. What can I do? Let's go, of course.

I pulled out of the general flow of cars, turned into an alley, and drove towards my house. Ten minutes later, we entered the apartment.

— You know, Alik, at home, I'm used to being naked. You've seen me like that more than once. So I don't see any reason to change my habits or be shy around you. I'll take a shower now and go make dinner. And you can wash up. Okay? –

He nodded.

I quickly took off my clothes, took a shower, and went to the kitchen. Alik undressed down to his underwear and closed himself in the bathroom.

About ten minutes later, he came out of the bathroom and came to the kitchen.

— Why in your underwear? — I asked. – You could wash them; they'd dry by morning.

— I just put them on today. They're clean.

It was clear that Alik was still shy around me, despite having seen me "in action" and knowing my sexual orientation. Dinner was ready, and I served the meat and side dish on plates. Taking a bottle of vodka from the fridge and glasses, I offered Alik a drink to our acquaintance.

During dinner, we had a casual conversation about this and that. Unexpectedly for Alik, I asked what connected him with Ernie. Alik wasn't expecting such a question and blushed a little.

— We applied to the same institute two years ago, but then he dropped out.

— And that's all that connects you?

— No.... Sometimes we... how to say it, give each other blowjobs, — it was hard for him to admit.

— Ah, that's how it is, — I understood. – And have you had sex?

— No, what are you saying. I wouldn't go that far with him, — Alik said sincerely.

— Stop using the formal 'you' with me; the age difference between us isn't that big, — I told him sternly. He nodded.

After dinner, we moved to the room. My apartment is a two-room one I inherited from my grandmother. It consisted of a large and a small room. In the small one, I set up my study. There was a computer, shelves with tapes, discs, books, and reference materials I needed for work.

The large room served as both my bedroom and living room. But there was only one sofa-bed, though it was very wide.

Alik looked around the room and sat in the armchair by the TV. Apparently, he was disappointed by the lack of a second sleeping place.

— Alik, you see, I have one sofa, but it's wide. So we'll sleep together, — I explained. – I hope you don't mind.

— Of course not, Grigory, — he answered, lowering his eyes.

I decided it was better to unfold the sofa in advance and bent down to lift it by the edge and pull out the lower tier. Alik came over and helped me. Then I put on clean sheets.

— So, tea or more vodka? — I asked.

— Tea is probably better, — said Alik.

I went to the kitchen and started making tea. I also had a smoke. We set up the tray, and Alik carried it to the room. Turning on the TV, we settled into the armchairs by the coffee table, sipping tea and watching TV.

— Grisha, can I ask you something? — Alik inquired. I nodded. – What's that shiny thing between your legs? I noticed when you were unfolding the sofa.

— A piercing under my scrotum, — I answered, standing up. I had to lift my balls and show him. – Did it a long time ago for show, so to speak. By the way, Alik. It seems a bit unfair: you've seen me naked quite often and now I'm performing naked in front of you, but I've never seen you. Why is that?

— You see, Grisha, I might get a spontaneous erection when I'm naked, — he answered shyly.

— So what's so scary about that? You've seen me with an erect dick.

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