I found an Aussie Guy visiting San Francisco, 15 minutes after connecting on Grindr I opened my front door (wearing a pair of white speedos) and lets just say there wasn't much foreplay.
A commissioned story, from an internet buddy. A lot of his background and experiences condensed into one semi-fictional tale, armed with photos and information and daringly composed by me as it happened in the USA and not transported across the pond.
"So, when did you first know you wanted me to fuck you?" "Geez, I don't know," I replied. I damn well knew, but hesitated telling him. -The participants in conversation-