I work nites at a small hobby shop in a major city. I usually have lunch in one of the parks around the lake, alone.

One day I noticed a handsome guy a few tables away, he started coming every nite also. He made the first move one evening and came over and introduced himself. His name was Dave, and he worked just a few blocks from me. We hit it off instantly.

He was 29 and single. I was 35 and divorced. I let him know I was into men right-away and he said he could tell, thats why he came over. We ate lunch together and became comfortable whith one another.

We talked about sex and our past pleasures, and told our fantasies to each other. We had a little contact like a few kisses and some lite masterbateing and petting but no "sex". I finally told Dave I had to such his cock, and we were going to meet after work friday and suck and fuck each other's ass's off. Some of his past expience's where so hot I just had to become one.

We had 2 months of talking and teasing and making each other horny that i felt as though I just had to fuck this hunk. So friday comes and I'm on my way out the door when my boss said we need to have a store meeting. I almost stroked. He said it should'nt take 15 min. so I crossed my fingers and hurried thingd along as much as I could. 45 mins.

Later I'm walking out the door. Make that running out. I get to the lake and there is no Dave. Damn, now what was I going to do with this 10" boner I had waged around all day? I sat around for awhile hoping maybe he would return. I decided to call and explain why and see if we could salvage the evening.

Talking to him on the phone he said he waited for about an hr. and figured something had happened so he went home. I felt a little better now if I could just get in those jeans! I asked him if we could still meet. He said he would love to but he had a friend show up and thoght he should stay home.