We hooked up one other time, albeit under more planned, discreet and subdued conditions. This encounter gave a recently out me a whole new level of confidence. One thing lead to another, clothes hurriedly came off, and we went at it with animal-like passion right there on the carpet. Things got heated and physical when he suddenly hugged me and we sorta slow danced. After half a beer he became more assertive and began asking very personal questions, my last relationship, had I slept around a lot. he followed me to my place for an offer of a beer or 2. I offered to buy him dinner after he got off (he was in civilian clothes and working off-duty at the time) We met at a diner, after he kept me waiting for 30 min.
I felt emboldened having just come out within the past year and chatted Officer M*** up. I happened to run into him again months later where he was working security at an outdoor concert. I was in nursing school at the time and told him that an arrest would've surely derailed my career plans. He thanked me for being honest and said he'd let me go with a warning. He sternly asked me if I had any in my possession and to NOT lie or there would be consequences. He pulled me over for a speeding violation and said he smelled weed in my car. but who knows how he really feels inside. I guess he got to have his cake and eat it too. His wife looks like a fat middle aged frau. Occasionally, since he has no social media, I'll look at his wife's Facebook page (yes I stalked and found out his wife's name). He texted me some time later to tell me he was being transferred to a firehouse in the Bronx and I probably would t hear from him anymore. I respected that and told him if he changed his mind, he knew where to find me. One day after not hearing from him for a while, I texted him (normally he would only text me), and he said he couldn't do this anymore because he was "liking it a little too much". He did take me up on that offer a few times. You could tell he had been bottling up his desires for sex with a man for quite some time. Even though I'm mostly a top, I let him fuck me. Tongue down my throat, ripping clothes off. He comes to my house and the second the gets in the door he mails me. Sure enough about a week later he texted me "just got off my shift. He laughed and demurred but said "I'll tell you what. I told him "well if you ever still get the itch for it, I literally live up the block and your firehouse is a few blocks away". He smiled and said he regretted not meeting up and he had since had some experiences, but stopped after he got married. Conversation was normal until I said "remember our AOL chats?". As it turns out, he had become a NYC firefighter, was married and had three kids. I run into that same guy in a barber shop up the street from my house. I tried a few times to get him to meet up, but he always retreated out of fear and confusion. He told me he was curious about guys and hadn't done much more than jerk off with someone else. Dark, Italian and most definitely straight. We were hesitant to reveal who we were to each other, but once we did I was shocked to learn the person I had been talking to was a guy I had known since grade school.
I had just graduated high school, it was the height of the nascent online AOL chat room era, and I started talking with someone who, as it turns out, went to school with me. This is true story and not a cut and paste.