A lot of cute girls were in and sitting, drinking, chatting and simply hanging around and dressed like horny slut whores.Miniskirt – High Heels / Pu...ps, naked legs and only a small bra … several in fishnet stockings. I've got a free place at the bar, ordered a coffee, smoked a cigarette and a horny slut started to stick to me.Well, bla bla bla .. what else. I asked her for the Ladys Room, she took my hand and moved straight forward to the Ladys Room. Just in, she went with her hand under my. I nearly turned and ran away countless times! But something was stopping me.Suddenly the door opened and there he was.God he was taller than I expected!He looked at me for a second (those eyes making me weak) and then turned back into the house leaving the door open.Fuck!!?? What the hell am I meant to do?I thought as I looked up at the house a window was flung open and Craig shouted out,"Aren't you coming up then?"I laughed, that was Craig all over, cheeky shit!I went in and headed upstairs.. His voice was beyond anything I’d even dared to imagine. It was like, hearing rain falling into a pond, or a million bird songs all at once. Like a Mozart symphony, or rolling waves crashing onto the sand. Hearing his voice, the whisper of his breathing in my ear was enough to set my heart racing and dampen my white panties. ‘Oh hey James, how are you?’ I asked, not knowing what to say. ‘Well, I was ok. But now I’m fantastic!’ He replied. ‘You do know you have the most beautiful voice I’ve ever. Before that I was as homophobic as most men I knew. The sight or thought of some swishy gay guy sent chills down my spine. I'd had friends who were gay in my 34 years, but they weren't too queenie. At worst they were effeminate, but still seemed mostly male. I just never could understand being attracted to another man. I'd always loved -- and still love -- women. I earned a reputation as a good lover by being attentive to my partners' needs, not just 'getting off' and then, getting off. I.