First Meeting
by PAUL C (c)

Paul stood at the entrance to the old pier looking nervously about. Between ten and ten-thirty they had agreed. It was nearly twenty-five past already. Why had he not asked for a photo? Then at least he could keep a look out. He felt as nervous as he had on a blind date a friend had set him up with a girl in his teens. He wouldn't see them again. Thirty years had passed since he could have called himself a teenager.

He looked around again.

What had got him into this?

He was a married man for fuck's sake.

Standing here on a dark, grey November's morning trying to hold in his belly and hoping that the wind had not totally uncovered his balding pate.

There was a man standing on the corner of the café on the far side of the entrance. He wore a short coat, open at the front to display his 'v'-necked sweater and open collar shirt, light coloured slacks and brown shoes. He carried a plastic carrier bag.

Paul suddenly wished he'd worn something smarter than his old Army combat jacket. He would wear something distinctive they had agreed in one of their many e-mails. Why had he agreed that Suzie would have the right to choose if they should meet in person?


No. He knew the reason for that. He was nearing fifty and Suzie, he still didn't know his given name, was hardly out of his twenties.

The man hesitated, then walked towards him.

"Hi, it's Paul isn't it? It's been a long time."

Their agreed introduction.

"Hi," Paul replied, taking the offered hand. It felt soft and small compared with his own. He released it. "Would you like a coffee?"

He could do with something stronger.

They crossed in front of the pier entrance and entered the café. At the counter Paul ordered two coffees, paid for them and carried them to the table where Suzie sat.

"I was beginning to think you weren't going to show," Paul said under his breath, "I could understand if you hadn't."

"I was just nervous," he smiled, " I almost came over a few times but didn't have the courage then I saw you looking at your watch and thought you were going to leave."

His voice trailed off.

Paul sipped his coffee and looked at the young man sitting opposite. Neatly trimmed hair, blue eyes and a thin face. He thought of how he had looked when he had studied himself in the mirror that morning after his wife and kids had left for work and college. A head showing more skin than hair. A round face, reddened with too many years of drinking. He had bigger breasts then some girls and a belly that would never fit inside his trousers again.

He'd looked at his prick in the mirror. He seldom saw it in the flesh anymore unless he sucked his belly in. A number of women and two men had commented about it in the past. It wouldn't win any prizes for length or girth but looked good. Some cocks are ugly, his wasn't.

He'd turned and, looking over his shoulder had pulled open his ass cheeks to reveal the pile by the side of his anus.

It must have come from too many years sitting behind a desk. It couldn't have come from anything else. Only one man had known him