Just after my 25th birthday, three things happened that changed my life. First, I had started work for an American bank in Canary Wharf. Secondly, I had rented an apartment nearby, in what was called the Isle of Dogs and is now called Docklands. Lastly, after years of sitting on the fence I had taken a gay lover. I had only worked for the bank for a week, when returning from lunch I saw that a message had been left on my voice mail.

"Hi Brad, this is Lee. I have got back from Berlin at long last, and am feeling extremely horny. Can we meet up after work for a few pints in the Waterman's Arms, and then back to my apartment for a session? During which I promise to fuck you until your teeth rattle."

Bradley Stoker was the guy who did my job before me. I had taken over his desk and his apartment, when the bank had promoted him, and sent him to their branch in Montreal. So I decided to return the call.

I spoke to this guy Lee and told him that his lover was now living in Canada. The poor guy was obviously choked up at this information, as well as being apologetic about the voice mail. I told him that I had taken Brad's apartment and that I had found keys that did not appear to fit anything. Lee replied that they were keys to his apartment, as Brad had his own set.

I then suggested that we meet up after work, when I could return his keys to him. We decided to go along with his original suggestion and meet up in the "Waterman's ", for a drink and a chat. He obviously needed to talk to someone, and I didn't know anyone socially. We swapped descriptions so that we could recognize each other.

After work I took the DLR (Docklands Light Railway) from Canary Wharf down to Island Gardens. After leaving the station I crossed the road, went passed the church, then entered the pub. At first I didn't see him, but then I felt a tap on the shoulder and there he was.

He was tall, slim, with almost Italian good looks, maybe about 5 years older than me. We took our drinks to a table and started chatting. Lee was a natural talker, and I mainly listened to him rather than the other way round. After about an hour he turned to me and asked me if I was gay.

It all came out. I had had relationships with women. The sex was good, but I always thought that something was missing, something was wrong. I also had fantasies about guys, not all guys but some, going back to my early teenage years, but had never actually approached a guy.

I told Lee that I had a daydream about my previous manager who was perfectly straight. I dreamt that I had made a mistake at work, and went into his office where he made me bend over his desk, allowed him to pull my trousers and briefs down and fuck me without mercy.

Lee listened to my story and then suggested that I was a potential gay who needed to give it a try, and see if I liked the reality. He suggested that we drink up and then go up to his apartment. We walked along West Ferry Road at a fair pace, both keen to get on with