Part 1, How I met my first love.

How I met my first love.

In 1986 at the age of 20 I had left home and had had 3 full time jobs.  The last of witch was working for a small computer company we built, tested, sold and fixed PC's I was a technician.  As much as it was a enjoyable job and sort of thing I did well the Theatre Lighting was my first love.  It was a Monday morning when I turned up for work and there was my boss standing outside the padlocked doors.   Well I can't remember exatly  what was said but it was something like;   "What's......."  "......gone bust...."  "We have to say sorry but the business has been closed,  We managed to get just enough for your final pay and a reference."  "By the way Pete you'll also find a list of my contacts, let them know I sent you and I am sure one of them will find something for you......".

I have always been impulsive, so what did I do?  Got the bus into town, put most of the months pay in the bank and went to the dole office sign-on unemployed(again).   Then I had an impulse to get on a train and go to London, maybe get a job backstage.  I had been going to London each weekend for about 3 years before but never with the idea of looking for work.  I was in a grey wool suit and was going to ??? what, knock on stage doors, jeans and a shirt would have been better for that.   I walked from Euston to the Piccadilly via many stage doors.  If you know that part of London, it's about 2 miles, I have always been a walker and it was common for me to do this walk but this time I knocked on the stage doors.   Well, the day went on, I went to a pub, then to.... and so on.   Found myself at the South Bank in what was Jubilee Gardens(where The London Eye is now).   It was 10pm and I could not get back to Euston for the last train and even if I could I would be going back to resting on a settee in a friends sitting room.  Much more comfortable than my first night resting(ish) rough in London.  Well this was my first night resting rough, the first of two nights.   I won't bore you with two days of ..........  

It was at the end of the 3rd day about 6 o'clock when I had had enough, I decided I would go back to Northampton.  I was at Jubilee Gardens,  You may know that under the rail bridge was a gents toilet, I was cold and grubby so decided to have a wash up before getting on the tube to go to Euston.... Well I went in the cottage (yes I know what one of these is LOL) and went to the sinks and started to take my top clothes off so I could have a good wash.  Looking in the mirror I saw one other man.  He was standing at the urinals.  Slim almost skinny, thinning hear 6'2 I'm only 5'8.  You know your trying to wash under your arms and the man keeps turning to look.  I started to get turned on a bit and so finished washing and got dressed.  Tell me how long can a man stand at the urinals.  The tall man was still looking and I was still getting turned on.   I turned round and as I did I unzipped and started to get my now hard cock out. I went over to the urinals and realized where he was standing he could see if anyone was coming.  We wanked each other for a little and he asked if I wanted to come home with him.  Very bold but we had been there for a long time and I think he had got to the point where if I was going to be a nasty bastard that would have happened a long time ago.  At that point I was cold and tired and thought I would at least get warm.  Also in a way, was it love at first site?

Part two to come.