I had always had feelings towards other guys from a young age. Going to an all boys school certainly helped groom that aspect of my personality. However, barring the occasional lusty fumble in the changing rooms, I had never really acted on my desires.

Like a lot of people, I went to university, met a girl, and ended up married very quickly. Yet my attraction towards other men never really left me. It seemed to come in fits and starts, which helped me to write it off as a phase. As the phases continued, I decided that it was probably not a phase and that, at the very least, I was bisexual.

I decided that the only way to discover my true feelings would be to go out and experiment with some other men. I have for years dreamt and fantasized about sex with a man in a suit. This goes back to when I was 12, I had a very sexy young Math teacher with dark brown hair and sparkling green eyes. He always tended to wear shirt, tie and chinos combinations, which were appealing, if not ravishing. One day I walked into his classroom and he was wearing a dark suit, with the suit jacket buttoned and a shiny green tie, which accentuated his eyes.
He looked gorgeous, the way the suit showed off his masculine physique when he turned around. I loved the way the jacket tails rested tightly on the upper half of his round buttocks. That night, I got home and ran to my room. I buttoned my school blazer and masturbated myself repeatedly, wishing that my teacher had been there to help me.

From that point on, I frequently fantasized about sex with a hot man in a suit, and wanked off in my school uniform on a regular basis.

The moment had finally come to do something about these urges. I decided the best thing to do would be to go to a cruising site and meet a guy there for some fun. I found a common about 10 miles from home which seemed perfect; there were a range of guys who seemed to go there from truckers to young guys coming home from work.

I knew my wife would be away that evening, so I knew that I would have an opportunity that night to slake my thirst for cock. That morning I dressed up especially, I wore a dark suit with a blue pinstripe and a white shirt with blue check and cufflinks.

All day at work I felt so sexy, knowing that I was going to get some cock that evening. When it was time to leave, I rushed out of the door as quickly as I could. As I drove down the motorway towards the carpark where the action was, I felt pangs of guilt about being unfaithful to my wife, then I looked down at my suited self and felt a hard on throb in my pants at the thought of being with another guy. I knew I was beyond the point of return.

I pulled into the car park, dimmed my headlights and turned the engine off. Again I was taken over by panic. What if I got caught by the police? Or mugged? The sight however, of young and old guys striding into the darkness of the trees put my mind at rest. I had no idea of what I should do. I waited in the car in the dark, watching