Is a quite iing story I read before. And now I' m going to share with you guys. Enjoy! -- Peter Kok
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It was my first time going to a BDSM club, I' d been dipping my toes into
the se over the past year once I' d realised that I was gay. My wife had
died very early, and as my best friend tried to help me get through the
grief I utterly fell for him ― I already knew he was gay, but didn' t for
a moment think that I was, until in an unguarded moment when we we' d both
been drinking I made a pass and we spent the night together. It didn' t work
out with him, but we stayed friends and he helped me navigate my way into
the gay world ― he articularly good helping me explain it to my
son, Andrew. Sex with various guys had bee, but I found that my
stronger side was ing out more and more; until I came across a Dom-sub
chatroom ― I found a great sub, Guy, a loads from him, he told
me I should try out the club.
I was more than a little bit nervous, befoing out I' d told Andrew (he
still lived at home though he was 19 and starting to work) I would be back
late and he shouldn' t bother waiting up for me. He seemed a little weird,
but said it was fine, and he was thinking of going out with his mates
anyart of me couldn' t shake the feeling that he knew where I was
going, and that he' d hate me for it. He' d bee when I came out to
him, but I' d always been careful to keep the guys I met away ― he' d
taken losing his mum badly, and I didn' t want to mess him up again.
I met up with Guy on the way, he wao e with me, both to show me
how things worked and so he' d have a Dom to look after him. Sex with him
had bee, but we both k made for anything long-term
― but to have somebody to go to the club with was good. The way I saw
it, worst case sario I' d get to fuck him, and thrash his arse a bit ―