Over the past 20 or so years I have had occasional discreet fun with an older man who I was later to discover was a church minister.

I was in my early to mid 20s when we first met up, I was living with my then girlfriend and at that point I’d only ever met up with one other guy before.

I had been curious for a while but hadn’t done anything about it. I was from a small town and in those days there were no smart phones or dating apps. Whilst the internet was around  it wasn’t as freely available as it is today and even if you did have it the more than likely it was a dial up connection.

I’d only ever been “online” a couple of times on a computer at work, I’d barely understood how it worked and if there was sites for that sort of thing back then, I didn’t know how to find them.

The only real way I had of satisfying my curiosity was on a gay chat line that I’d seen the number for on an advertisement somewhere.

Up until that point the only experience I had was a quick meet up with a guy I’d been chatting to on the line. He was an older guy, in his 60s and lived in a town around 15 miles or so away from me.

It was an opportune meeting, we had swapped numbers and he had randomly messaged me when I was on my way home from a night out in the city with my work colleagues.

I’d had a few drinks so my inhibitions were lowered and I was horny.  When  I told him I was about to get a train home he suggested driving over to my home town to meet me when the train arrived.

I was incredibly horny but nervous during the train journey and was beginning to have second thoughts about the whole thing as the train ticked off all the other stations on the route to mine.

I still wasn’t sure what to do but he was still messaging me, making sure that he was keeping me horny as the train finally approached my station.

As the train pulled in to the platform, it really was make or break time, my eyes scanned the car park as the train came to a halt. There were a few cars there with lights on and scanned the registration plates looking for his distinctive private number plate that he’d told me to o look out for.

All sorts of feelings were running through my body, I could have easily walked away with the other passengers who were disembarking the train but my curiosity got the better of me.

Instinctively I walked to his car and got in the passenger side, he asked me where we could go.

I told him to drive to a car park for the local sports centre which would be closer at that time of night. Knowing that it was risky as a lot of locals used this route as a shortcut to the town from one of the housing developments on the outskirts of  the town.

We parked up in a dark corner of the car park and he made me suck and wank his cock whilst he moaned in the passenger seat.

I made him cum in a few minutes and was half expecting him to return the favour but he told me in a very matter of fact way that he did not engage in reciprocation and he was only there for his pleasure.

I was still horny but he started up the car and asked if he should drop me back at the station but I instructed him to drop me off around the corner from the home I shared with my then girlfriend.

I went home with all these strange thoughts running through my head, what had I just done?, why was I still so horny?, why had it turned me on so much?, did my girlfriend suspect anything?

But back to the Minister, we initially met on a chat line, he was older than me in his 50s and lived in a town around 10 miles or so from me and at this point I had no idea of his occupation.

At first we exchanged numbers and had a series of late night chats, when his wife and my girlfriend were in bed asleep.

He explained to me how he was a dominant guy who liked to be in charge and how he liked to be pervy.  He would describe the things he wanted to do to me and we’d both wank as he talked dirty.

I was still young and inexperienced, unsure and a little scared but something about him turned me on and I’d get so turned on when we talked.

We discussed meeting up but it was difficult as he was married and I lived with my girlfriend meaning neither of us could accommodate with any sort or regularity or notice and we just couldn’t seem to align our schedules.

He contacted me to tell me that he was going to be out one evening later that week. He was meeting friends in his home town and he expected to be heading home around 10pm. He was asking me if I could make it, meet him on his way home for some quick fun?

I wasn’t entirely sure if it would work but I told him I’d try my best to get away. I had some time to come up with an excuse to get out that evening and made some tentative plans to visit a friend that night.

I casually dropped this in to conversation with my girlfriend, telling her I might be going out that evening to see one of my mates but still wasn’t 100% if the plans would come to fruition.

The day arrived and I messaged my friend to confirm our plans. He was going to be home and was available for me to come over and I relayed this information to my girlfriend.

Part one of the plan was in place, I knew I could get out that evening and I let him know that there was a real possibility of the meet happening which seemed to get him excited as he really ramped up the communications.

He was sending me explicit messages and telling me what he wanted to do, where we could meet etc.  We continued to exchange messages throughout the day, he knew that he was getting me more and more horny until the time he went to meet up with his friends when the messages stopped.

I went to my friends and explained I couldn’t stay long I left at around 9.30 pm. I knew it would take about 20 minutes to get to where he lived. He still hasn’t messaged and my body was full of that nervous excitement again, horny yet scared.

I set off in the car, slowly making my way towards where he lived. I stopped the car in a small town between where he and I lived. I checked my phone again, he had messaged to see if I had managed to get away and were we meeting. Fear and nerves took over, what was I going to tell him?

I messaged back with one word, a simple “yes”.