Her fingers wrap tightly around the edges of the table. “Wow, I barely poked my finger into her pussy. How tight would it feel when I try to poke my... cock in there?” Joe thinks to himself. As time goes on, Joe starts to thrust furiously. His body pushes into hers and she in turn pushes against the table. The two body masses make the whole table squeak with movement. His finger moves tirelessly in and out of her tiny opening as she lies flat on the table. Her eyes close in pleasure. Joe looks. Actually, today is a perfect time for me to ask you something. What is it? I asked, taking a seat on the bench, waiting to get completely undresses until he left. You are gay, he stated questioningly. You know that, duh. I replied, rolling my eyes playfully. Then… Would you want to join a club? He blurted. Confused, I just asked, What kind of club? A gay club? He took a few steps closer, standing just a few feet from me now. A gay… sex club. This threw me. Of all things I expected from his. I told him a little about myself and eventually the conversation led to sex. I don't know how he did it, but before I knew what was happening I was confessing a sexual history to him that almost no one else knew about. I told him about when I was a senior in HS and experimented with my gay friend. I told him about the two casual hookups I managed to have online, and how I enjoyed it. He told me some of his sexual history and how he enjoyed the casual hookups, but they never lasted long enough,. I lay there waiting for a reply, my mind was now wandering, thinking about all the possible outcomes, each possible scenario, everything could go perfectly and I would finally feel a real cock pass my lips or everything could go horribly wrong and I could be outed. Before long I got a reply:Him- Hi, thanks for getting back to me so quickMe- No problem, thanks for leaving a messageHim- I look through those ads quite a bit but I've never actually replied to one, just liked the sound of.