I Was Outed By A PR Company

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I met my Soul mate but.

I Was Outed By A Public Relations Company.

I didn’t know what to expect but this wasn’t it.

As we walked past a clusters of horseshoe shaped booths with couples talking discreetly to each other, my heart started to palpitate with excitement as we arrived and my friend for the night stood up to greet me.

He was about my build, immaculately dressed in expensive black slacks white short sleeved shirt partially unbuttoned, impeccably jet black hair with an odd gray hair starting to show. My dress almost identical except my apparel was from a chain department store and I was half his age. Our Solo’s Night Club night host introduced us.

“Jason Wilson allow me to introduce Stefan De Vries, I hope you enjoy each other’s company tonight.”

We exchanged handshakes, Stefan had an endearing double handed handshake then he inviting me to sit with a flowing hand gesture as he asked.

“What would you like to drink?”

As I was driving I would have one of the Club’s alcohol free mocktail, Stefan ordered a large Macallan whiskey and said to our host to put them on his account.

The horseshoe booth with its small round pedestal table could only accommodate two. As we sat down our legs bumped and rubbed together, Stefan smiled and placed both his hands on top of mine. I could feel something warm and intimate pass between us as he asked.

“Tell me about yourself, why you are here tonight and what you are looking for?”

I had prepared simple one line answers that I couldn’t now put into words and nervously said. “I don’t know I am not very good at getting into relationships and the guys I house share with said I should try this Club’s new Solo Night. They helped me prepare my profile, actually they prepared it for me I have also tried dating sites but no luck.” I then asked.

“What are you looking for?” His reply seemed being almost apologetic.

“I have had a few relationships some good some not so good. Although I have a nice circle of friend’s they all have live-in partners and I am the odd one out. Over the past few years I have been alone as you get older you tend not to get into relationships. Like you they suggested I try this Club’s new Solo night and Karl my friend’s partner prepared my profile for me. Can I ask what do think about getting into a relationship with someone like me who is older also I take it you are not out about being gay?”

I floundered again. “No I am not out and I am not even sure if I am gay, I am ok with you being older.” I could feel Stefan squeeze my hand in approval as our drinks arrived, mines had a pink umbrella in it; was it an omen?

Stefan asked me what I did for a living and what type of vehicle I had. I explained I was a design engineer in a sales department for a pump company in the south side of the city. My vehicle is a ten year old top of the range Range Rover that I restored, my uncle gave it to me when his eyesight became too bad for him to drive.

Stefan explained he was from Cape Town in South Africa and is now a partner in a diamond brokerage company just off George Square. I thought he meant he repaired diamond rings or something like that, how wrong can you be. His parent’s now both retired and enjoying life recently moved to London due to the troubles in South Africa. His father was a diamond mining engineer, macho type and disapproved of Stefan being gay.

As he said that I felt very sorry for him and wondered what my parents and friends would think if I ever came out as being gay.

As the night went on we chatted about our lives, Stefan ordered quite a few mocktails for me and large Macallan whiskies for himself. I could hear his Africans’ accent start to show as the alcohol affected his otherwise perfect English. Tim the Club photographer came over and had us pose together with our arms around each other holding up our drinks, then suggested we sit more intimately together. As we moved together turning to look into each other’s eyes Stefan put his hand on my leg sliding it up until he touched me, taken by surprise I opened my mouth as he kissed me.

I wasn’t angary or embarrassed actually I quite liked it. Tim broke both our trances when he said.

“Perfect, I will finish them off and send them off to you later.”

After Tim left Stefan asked me “would I like to spend the night with him we don’t have to have sex, just be with him, or just coffee?”

Although I was excited at the thought of it I replied “I don’t know, I wasn’t sure yet, maybe when we get to know each other.”

His instant response was “then come out with me for a meal tomorrow night.”

Catching me totally unaware I said “ok” which I felt quite excited about. Usually I got knocked back if I asked anyone out and didn’t want him to feel the same rejection. The time passed quickly and it was time for us to leave the Solo Club night. My vehicle was in the multi-story car park above the Club, Stefan’s plan was to get a train Ümraniye Escort home from the Central Station.

When we went outside the cool night air hit us, alcohol making Stefan a bit unsteady on his feet so I decided to walk him to the rail station about a block away. Just two guys chatting as they headed towards the station. By the time we arrived I was a bit concerned about leaving him alone to find the rest of his way home safely and suggested if it’s ok I will take you up on the offer of a coffee.

He smiled as we turned and headed back to where I had parked up. As we walked together this time I was conscious passerby’s may be looking at us, would they see something in our intensions. Stefan gave me his post code and I punched it into the satnav and headed to the south of the city towards the Mearns district.

We arrived at an impressive luxury apartment complex turning into the driveway our path was blocked by a closed gate, Stefan produced a beeper, pressed it, and the gate opened like magic. We parked up at a visitor slot and took the elevator up to his floor. In his entrance hallway he took off his shoes and socks before leading me into the living room which was plush and expensively furnished with a long shag pile carpet which felt wonderful under your bare feet. It seemed to seductively massage your feet as you walked on it.

Stefan made us coffee which turned out to be an imported Dutch rope coffee which had an arousing kick to it making us relax as we sat together. Placing his arm round me drawing us both together then partially unbuttoned my shirt like his before starting to caress my chest as our heads intimately touched. We stared to share our lives secretes after he asked me. Why was I unsure if I was gay and not good in relationships? It was then that I decided to tell him why and that I was not just leading him on.

About a year and a half ago during the Pride week the Students Union was raising funds running a disco night for some Transgender group and we all bought tickets, it was to be a theme fancy dress and we were all to be cross dressed and remain in character for a whole 24 hours. It sounded like fun.

I played hockey so went down to a second hand clothes shop bought a short green hockey skirt I already had the shirt and hockey stick. My theme was to be a jolly hockey sticks character. Most of us didn’t have the bottle to go dressed, at least sober, and got changed in the gym dressing room.

It was a typical student disco, copious booze, lewd comments, propositioning and groping each other, somewhere during the night my memories of events vanished. I woke up in the morning alone, naked, in an empty bed. My skin in places was caked with dried out something or another my body ached all over like you get after strenuous exercise and my butt was hurting as I moved.

Totally disoriented, but I had to go, I walked over to the door saw my sports bag with my green hockey skirt and shirt lying on top of it inside it was my track suit and a towel. I grabbed the towel and wrapping it round me, passing and stepping over sleeping bodies strewn over the floor. After finding something on the back of my leg I had a shower to clean up, by the time I had finished the others had started to nosily wake up.

Clambering over a few prone bodies I asked what happened last night, nobody was forthcoming, usually you were given some crap story about what you were supposed to have done this time absolutely nothing.

After a few days I was still a bit concerned about what may have happened and went to see the nurse, as I had had a shower since then all traces of whatever was gone. She still took samples and sent them off for testing, a few days later I received a text saying all clear no infections the usual bland words in case someone read your text. A few days later I was invited to attend a University sexual health course, never found out what if anything had happened. After that I cut down on the booze, as my uncle gave me his somewhat dented Range Rover I spent my spare time and money restoring it, no student parties since then.

When I graduated and started working I moved in to a house share with two guys who were openly gay and share a double bed and two guys who insisted they were straight and had two single beds in their room having girlfriends stay overnight. I had a small single bedded box room and seem to get on better with Tom and John the two gays and their friends than I did with Harry and Ian and their friends.

Ever since that night I wondered if I was gay not that it matters what’s happened has happened, closure would be nice, Stefan then went on to share his story.

His father was a true South African Alfa male and a Mine General Manager who though Stefan might be gay, possibly his mother did too as she was always arranging blind dates with her friend’s daughters, but nothing ever came of them. They also both seemed to be having extra mural affairs. His father didn’t think he could hack it in the Şerifali Escort diamond industry culture and arranged for him to go to Cambridge University in the United Kingdom. The company his father worked for had a lot of funding contacts with the University, a few strings were pulled and he was accepted.

The day he arrived the House of Residence the Scout, who looked after the student’s needs, took him to meet who he would be sharing a room with. Knocked the door walked straight in and introduced him to Alexander who was sitting at his desk naked reading some book about the Romans. Typical academic type he instantly stood up and walked towards him, he was muscular, had an olive skin complexion, although also South African was of Italian decent. He greeted Stefan with a double handed hand shake then hugged him naked. This was a life endearing moments and are still close friends.

Alexander helped him unpack, even with the room window fully opened it was oppressively hot the Victorian central heating was either fully on or off. By the time they had finished unpacking he had talked Stefan into stripping down, then naked, as they talked sitting together sharing each other’s past lives. No sooner had they started talking that than four of Alexanders House friends walked in they were naked too all giving Stefan naked hugs. It was then that he first thought he might actually be gay, but still not fully convinced.

That night they all went down to a local bar to drink to his arrival and met up with many of their friends, it was then that he realised they were all gay what’s more were in a private male gay bar nicknamed Bullinghams after the back lane it was in. He was comfortable in their company and was readily accepted by them, he thought his father had something to do with the choice of the House of Residence. The bar had a reputation from the seventeenth century of being a haunt of gay men, this became their home from home for the next two years.

Attending some lectures he found he had problems understanding a particular facet of mathematical statistical logic’s, Alexander introduced him in the pub his friend Graham who was doing his Doctorate in statistical mathematics and could help him. He was Stefan’s lookalike and they were subsequently often mistaken for brothers.

He was invited to his room the next morning to be tutored, which had the same heating problem. When Graham opened the door he was naked and greeted him with a full body hug then insisted he be naked too. A House custom. They worked throughout the morning until he understood why and what had to be done with Graham’s very hands on approach, it was then that they bonded as friends.

Once they closed their books for the day Graham stood up and said let us now have sex together saying don’t worry I will show you what to do and you will enjoy it. He did, after that he stayed over in his rooms every Thursday as a study night for the next year. The Bullinghams Club also had a chalk board were you had to mark off after having sex with a member, which encouraged casual relationships and networking of lifelong friends.

Stefan suggested as it was now after three why not stay for the rest of the night, I could sleep on the couch even with three Dutch coffee adrenalin kicks in me I felt very tired and said ok. He produced some bedding for the couch and left for his bedroom. I took off my slacks and my shirt, hanging them over a nearby chair, exposing my low cut black clingy underwear which showed off all my features and was also arousing to wear the way it clung and pulled you each time you moved. My fetishes, amongst others, being sexy underwear, exposed muscular thighs and legs.

Stefan walked in as I was standing there wearing only an almost see through short gown with a pillow under his arm for me. He stopped and stared admiringly. I had never had anyone look like that at me before between being embarrassed and what we had talked about earlier I could feel a developing arousal being forcibly restrained within my tight underwear adding to the excitement and thrill.

He dropped the pillow came over embrace me initially running his hands seductively down my arms then hugged me I felt his hands slide down my spine and his fingers slide inside the my underwear, it was seductive as he started to slide them off. Once my full blown erection and my tangled underwear at my knees needed releasing, he stepped back as I continued to remove them it was then I saw his robe drop exposing his full blown erection.

When I had finished bunny hopping and my feet were free we reached over embracing each other. We were now both aroused and body rubbing each other and kissing passionately as I felt wetness form up between us. I had never felt such sexual intensity before.

Stefan took my hand and guided me to his bedroom the bed being fully turned down in anticipation. He moved pillows and had me sit with my legs pulled up which he gently moved apart after as he knelt in front of me. My Kurtköy Escort erection was staring to throb in anticipation he held it gently and slowly stroked it and body rubbed me with his free hand which incited me to moan almost purring.

He was so gentle that I only slowly felt movement and excitement build, he said he had learnt this technique at a Tantra seminar on how to prolong pleasure. As I sat upright enjoying the evolving pleasure’ eyes closed mouth wide open in a silent erotic screams, as my momentum intensified I started to mimic his stroking motions body bumping the bed to bring on my climax. He controlled my evolving pleasure I could now hear myself nosily enjoy the impending withheld ecstasy when I unloaded it was all over my chest but he didn’t stop continuing my convulsions until I lay back exhausted and wet with sweat.

When I recovered he had me lay in a position with a cushion under my lower back as I offered myself up to him and his now throbbing erection he placed his hands on my shoulders as I placed my hands on his hips my legs now straining as I eased myself up into position in anticipation as he started to probe.

I could feel him slide purposefully slowly and gently in, my eyes staring upwards mouth wide open hands and feet now flat pressing on the bed steading me. As he touched my P spot whatever my adrenalin started pumping with erotic excitement as he withdrew, reentered and started to undulated gently and rhythmic I lost focus on how many times but I was getting more and more excited each time I could now feel my pre cum drip one pump at a time.

We both started to breathe deeply and moan in harmony as he started to climax neither of us could control the inevitable, one last lunge paused in silence as I felt him unload, I could feel the warmth as it passed between us and ran free. We both lay there like intertwined statues as we recovered from our ecstasy then slowly parting.

We both lay side by side looking into each other’s eyes with a smile we gently embraced each other accepting the satisfaction and pleasure we both had achieved together. I now knew why I craved to have an intimate experience like this as we drifted off into an exhaustion induced sleep.

Classical music awoke us as a radio brought us from our slumber as we lay there naked together our bodies still finding solitude in each other. Stefan broke my trance saying shower time I think, I nodded in agreement. As we parted I could feel my skin in places was caked with dried out something or another and my body drained of energy as my mind flashed back to that feeling years ago as I woke up alone and naked in a strange bed.

Stefan encouraged me to follow him with his outstretched hand into the shower room, when the shower was in full flow from the large shower head we entered the warm soothing water flow and stood there naked together. Stefan started to wash me with a foaming shower gel to remove last night’s aftermath, I then washed Stefan of his share of our aftermath. He produced a hand held spray wand to finish off, an interesting experience that I never felt or enjoyed before.

We stood under a body hot air blower that dried us without the necessity of a towel, another first for me. He then produced a short wrap from a stand and placed around me and adjusted its velcro waist strap with my left leg and thigh exposed. Stefan pulled his matching wrap on with his right leg exposed.

As we stood in front of a full length mirror together I could see that the wraps were sitting loosely and seductively on our hips and stopping about six inches above our knees with our exposed bare legs and thighs almost reaching out touching each other. I was to find out later the significance of this.

We walked naked and bare footed apart from our revealing wraps into his kitchen. The breakfast bar had high bar stools with low back rests my first test was to sit on one without exposing oneself, I managed it but only just my entire leg and thigh was sort of fully but seductively exposed. Stefan did his barman from the other side delivering up fruit juice, serial, pastries and coffee then walked round and stood beside me. My exposed leg and thigh received his full hands on attention as he ate his breakfast, so much so that I could feel myself starting to rise to the occasion.

Our moment of mutual contemplation was interrupted by a phone ringing in his study, excusing himself went to answer it as I finished my breakfast and cleared away the dishes in wet anticipation of what would come next.

He asked me to join him it was then that I saw it wasn’t just a speaker phone in his study but a full video conference suit with two large and four small screens. I saw myself on one small side screen as I walked in and one with Stefan standing at his desk and two other screens with people standing that I didn’t recognize.

They turned out to be Sir Richard Hardcastle a philanthropist who I was to call Dickie except in formal settings and Karl his research assistant and special friend. They were both dressed in white matching short hipster swim shorts showing signs of recently being in the pool both looked toned and tanned. It was then that I realised both Stefan and myself were wearing only matching towel wraps and mines having moved fully exposed my leg and thigh.

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