The Wild Fateful Encounter Part 1 of 3

 
The Wild Fateful Encounter Part 1 of 3

We have all had encounters that we remember and those we want to forget, but this particular one I had has stuck in my mind, even though I have for so long tried to put it out of my mind. I periodically I find myself remembering this eventful time in my life and I slip back to when it all happened. Maybe I wish it would somehow materialize again or that I could somehow go back and relive the experience. I have mixed feeling about it, but when it creeps back into my thoughts and I end up thinking about what actually took place; I eventually take myself back to that fateful time in my life and revisit the experience but then I wish again to forget it ever happen.

When this all happened, I had just turned fifteen-year-old, a delinquent; skipping class and always hanging out at the local game room by the high school with friends. A group of us always hung there during school, after school, and on weekends and at the time, I had always been able to get a girl and I had several girl friends over the years, but being a rather shy young man, I was still a virgin, but that was all about to change. I was spending a lot of time at the game room near school during the day and had started to become good friends with a man that ran the game room, For this story, I will refer to him as Mr. Jim. Jim was probably twice my age, had dark skin and dark hair, and it was not until a little later that I found out he was the owner.

As I said, everyone at the school liked hanging out up at the game room during the day and sometime, even into the evening, including me. I really did not take notice of Jim to much at first, but I think he must have been watching me and noticing how much time I was spending at the game room, and at some point, he must have decided to see if he could encourage me somehow to be in a relationship with him. At the time, I had no idea Jim was gay but it would soon be quite evident.

At first, it all started out fairly innocent. Our conversations were nothing more than asking him for change to play on the machines or the casual, “Hello” as I entered the game room. However, it soon progressed to him give me free games on the pinball machines when I was hanging out there and a few of the older guys that worked at the game room even started giving me pot and pills from time to time. My friendship with Jim grew and soon he was asking me from time to time to go out for breakfast or lunch with him, which at first I was reluctant to do, but Jim eventually convinced me it would be ok. At this point, I was actually enjoying skipping classes to hang out at the game room, even though my grades were hurting, I didn’t care.

The proposal

Jim had started taking me out for breakfast or lunch a lot and our conversations were innocent on the surface, but I am quite sure he was looking to build me up, and looking for an opening to get me to sleep with him. There was one particular day that stands out and when I think about what happened it was the turning point in our friendship to one of being more of a relationship. It happened when we were out for breakfast on day and our simple conversation turned to a conversation about sex and girls. Jim asked if I had a girl friend and telling him no, he asked if I had ever been with a girl. At the time, I had been with several girls but I had not gone all the way, but I said, “Yea,” I think somehow, he knew I hadn’t, because he quickly asked if I had ever had sex. I hadn’t had sex yet and when I told him no, he laughingly asked, “Do you like boys”. I quickly told him no, I just hadn’t had the chance yet he quickly changed the subject by asking what hair color I liked, boobs, asses, etc., and laughing a little, our conversation seemingly returned to a more normal one, but Jim needed to find out if there was a chance to get me in bed. When the conversation paused, he said, “I know you said you only like girls, I get it, but do you ever look at a guy and think, hey he’s attractive.” I again told him, “No, I don’t think about whether a guy is attractive or not.”

As our conversation lulled, he said, “Well, I think some girls attractive but some are not so attractive,” and when I agreed, he continued by saying, “I also think there are some guys that are attractive too.” I was stunned, but he continued by saying, “You know, some actors and actresses are kind of good-looking,” do you know what I mean. I apprehensive agreed, and Jim chokingly saying, see, I knew you understood that there are nice looking people, no matter if they are male or female. I felt things beggaring to relax a little and as our conversation paused again, Jim asked if everything was ok. I nodded and said that everything was good. He quickly said tried to change the subject by saying that he really enjoyed my company and told me it was nice to be able to talk with me. I too told him I enjoyed it too, which I think gave him a feeling that he need to continue with his subtle approach. The conversation continued to be easy going and then he casually told he was sorry if he had embarrassed me. I nodded my head and told him it was ok. Jim smiled and as he said, “Good,” he quickly continued by saying that he understood that I only like girls, and as I looked up in agreement, he must have felt the time was right to push the issue a little more or maybe he needed to. Pausing for a moment he said! Well, I need to tell you something and I know since you’re such a good friend I can trust you. Looking across the table, I wondered, what he was going to tell me I thought and listening nervously, he told me he was a bisexual.

He paused to see my reaction and not getting one, he asked me if I know what that was. I had never heard that term before and saying, “No,” he leaning forward and seemed to relish the opportunity to explain that it meant that he was attracted to women but that he sometimes found men to be attractive too. I was stunned, what was he trying to tell me. He continued by telling me that he also liked sleeping with women and sometimes he like sleeping with men too. I was speechless but continued by asking me what I thought about it. I did not know what to do or say, and as the conversation paused for a second.

I told him that I was not sure. Jim then smiled at me and said, I really enjoy our time together, and because you have been such a good friend, I felt it was important to tell you. I became nervous and wondered on what was he saying.

Reaching his hand across the table and continued by saying that he liked being able to spend time with me and pausing then said, I find you attractive. I was so nervous, and the conversation paused again for a second, but he continued by saying, I felt I needed to tell you that because I have had thought about asking you if you’d like to come over to my apartment.

The situation was making me very uneasy and I think he knew it too. I did not know what to do; this man was my only way back to school and he must have known that the conversation was troubled me, so he immediately tried to calm the situation by saying to me not to worry, that he was not going to do anything unless I felt the same way.

I was relieved for a moment but still nervous and speechless, I did not know what to do or say. We soon left the restaurant and headed back to the game room and in the car, I think he knew I was upset, but having played his hand, he needed to press the issue a little more, but needed to try to calm things down a little. Jim said, “Thanks for listening, that was such a load off my mind to tell you.” He continued by saying, “You’ve been such a good friend, I want to get you something for being such a good friend.”

I remained quiet but as we pulled into the parking lot, he asked me to think about it and asked me to please not tell anyone about what he had told me, because people wouldn’t understand. I told him I wouldn’t tell anyone and that I would think about it; how could I not think about it, even though at the time, it wasn’t sitting well with me about having sex with another man, but I nodded my head and said, “Yes.’

A few days later, I ventured back to the game room to hang out with friends and he asked if I had thought about it. I told him, “Yes that I had thought about it.” However, at the time I was still unsure. He said, come on let’s go get something to eat and we can talk about it. On the way to the restaurant, I was quiet, because I was so nervous and noticing he asked what it was thinking, I said, “Nothing,” he said, “Come on, there must be something you really want,” and when I continued to not say anything, he became hard-pressed to get an answer.



He said, come on, there must be something. At the restaurant, we did not really talk about much, but I could sense he wanted to continue to find out what it would take to get me in bed. Eventually, I told him that I would really like to have a car. Pausing and looking up, I saw he was smiling. I now realized that I had given him the opening he was looking for and he quickly asked what kind of car I would like to have. I told him I was not sure, but he needed to keep the opening going and he kept probing to get me to tell him what kind of car I was interested in having. He asked if I liked the Camaro, Firebirds, Mustangs, etc. and I told him I was not sure what kind I wanted.

He did not want to lose this chance, the chance to possibly getting me to agree to have sex with him. We left the restaurant and as we were driving back to the game room, he said to let him know what kind of car I would like to have and that he would try to get it for me. As we pulled into the game room parking lot, he again told me to let him know what kind of car I want. At the time, I was only thinking about having a car and not thinking about that I was actually giving him the opportunity to have sex with me, and as it would turn out it would be more than just once. As we parked and started to get out of the car, he reminded me to let him know, and as I said I would, he immediately asked if I would be able to tell him tomorrow. I told him I would try.

For the next few days, all I thought about was what kind of car I would like to have and as I thought about all the different kinds of cars, one kept coming to mind: it was a 1956 Chevy, but now I worried about what would happen if I actually went though, with it and told him? I was not sure, but later that week I went over to the game room and there he was. He eventually came up and casually asked how I was doing and then asked if I had made a decision.

I was nervous and unsure as to how to answer, and when I didn’t reply right away he said, “Come on let’s go for a drive.” In the car, he asked again. I really wanted a car, but didn’t know what to do. Pausing for a moment, I told him what I wanted. He too paused and looking at me said, “Great,” obviously excited. I told him that I would really like to have a ’56 Chevy. He again said, “Great,” and told me that he would start looking for one, and in my excitement, I then told him that I wanted it to be a two door with a V8 and I would like it to be midnight blue. He knew he needed to keep this excitement going and smiling he told me would get right on it. As we returned to the game room, I was thrilled but the thrill turned to nervousness.


By nutbuster