When I got on the bus, I noticed him instantly. He had to be one of the hottest guys I’ve ever seen. Beefy, but not too porky or with that over-developed look so many young Americans have. Snub nose, and legs almost as hairy as mine. The only seat was next to him so I sat down and struck up a conversation.

Sailing school. Amazing. In Durban, they just put us in some dinghys and pushed us away from the dock. I don’t know whether he thought I was cruising him or not, he didn’t seem ill at ease. The job interview went really well, and took longer than I thought it would so I saw the bus approaching. I could have made it if I’d run for it, but I thought maybe I’ll just stick around and see if Jerry (for that is his name) shows up. Sure enough, he did, and we continued our conversation.

As I neared my stop, I decided to crowd him a little and asked for his number, which he gave me. I waited a few days and then invited him over. One of the interesting things about American guys is they seem so ambivalent about the whole gay thing, but get one of them alone when nobody from their ‘real’ world can know, and it’s really not so much a question of whether anything will happen or not, as it is how far it will go.

He hadn’t displayed any nervousness whatsoever until I came on to him (in, I’d admit, a very direct and vulgar way). He panicked and bolted out of my apartment. At that point, I was just wearing my cargo shorts and some briefs, and was unbearably horny. I had no idea whether he’d come back or not, but I sat in my window and gently stroked myself to a full erection. God, I will never get tired of staring at my penis, marveling at how big it is and all the interesting things it does.

My thoughts drifted, but I must say I wasn’t really surprised to see him walking back down the street a few minutes later. His face was flushed crimson and he wasn’t walking very steadily. The downstairs doorbell rang and I buzzed him in, left my apartment door ajar, and sat on the swiveling hassock of my tv chair, with my back to the door.

I heard him walk in the door. I swiveled around to show him my penis – fully and rigidly erect, up to my full 220 millimeters, as thick as a flashlight. His draw literally dropped, and he sagged to his knees. The lust, envy, admiration and awe on his face were all expressions I’d seen before, but rarely with such intensity. I smiled at him, bent over, and put my penis in my mouth.