Life is weird sometimes. Who knows when you will meet someone special. It could be when you are taking the garbage out, at a dinner party, or in my case, it could be at a rock concert. This one happened to take place at the Britney Spear’s concert at the Staples Center in Los Angeles.
I was there by myself. I noticed a guy checking me out. I was dressed in concert regiment for me: kilt, tight shirt and Mohawk. He seemed to be following me around. I moved from one area to another, looking at souvenirs and what was offered at the food stands. Just when I thought I lost him, I would see him out of the corner of my eye scoping me out.
He moved near the entrance to the Men’s Room, and motioned for me to follow him. What the fuck? Are you serious? Here I was out for a fun night at a concert, and now I had the possibility of hooking up with a hot stranger in a stall at the venue.
Was I crazy to consider it? After all, I had a lover at home and we were getting along well. But he has a sort of lax attitude about outside sex especially when it comes to getting a blow job. Or giving one, ask me how I know…
So I threw caution to the wind and followed the guy into the bathroom. We took over one of the stalls, and started kissing passionately. And then grabbing at each other’s crotches. And the next thing you know, we were taking turns going down on each other, until both of us came. It was a very hot, dangerous and exciting adventure.