I was doubly lucky to have been born and bred in one of England's largest cities, and as such, a small yet vibrant 'gay scene' had emerged from the da...kness that had shrouded my gay elders.I knew I was gay from a very early age. If you've read my previous chapter "My first sexual experience - sucking cock!" then you'll know something of my sexual history. I needed more. I needed to be 'free to be me' and find men who I could socialise with and have sex with, openly, rather than hoping that. My job still was demanding, and once she was over the most worrying time, I was back to my usual day or two away from home a week. On occasion, staying in business hotels, I did meet someone who wanted company for the night, so I wasn’t totally devoid of sex, but sex without love wasn’t a total replacement. What happened to us was fortunate, and I'm not suggesting it is a cure-all for all conditions, but one night I came home late and she was in our study on the desktop PC. I caught a quick. Anna offered to point him out but I decided I liked it better the way it was.In the afternoon someone I had seen before asked for me. His name was Scott and last time we met he had tied me to the bed before slowly and relentlessly he had tortured me slowly with utter pleasure, teasing and turning me on. I had broken a record for myself that day.I spoke to Anna and we decided on a plan. We went up to the room and I entered only. Scott was waiting with a big smile on his face. I noticed some silk. I had no wish to be caught up in this. I tugged off my heels and fled, running down the lane away from the main road as fast as I could, turning the corner at the end onto the rear access road just in time. In the distance behind me a bright torch was searching the lane near the gate."Fuck!" I hissed. "Fuck!" My clothes were back there. Everything was back there. But naked or not, no way was I going back there. Red and blue flashes reflected in the windows and showed no sign of departing..