To the most unexpected hook-ups.

Pipemakers. Moonless night. 9 pm.

I am feeling rather horny tonight, so I clean, start my car, head down to Pipemakers. The car park is full, which is promising, and I make my way through the back entrance towards the glory hole shed. I cross eyes with this Asian man, handsome was his face, and I make a mental note to play with him if our paths cross.

A quick lap reveals no one of particular interest, and I spot the Asian man standing there, waiting. Another man nearby catches my eye—fit, tall. It’s getting darker now, so it’s hard to make out more. I decide to head to the glory hole booth, hoping they would follow me.

Sure enough, they do,

the both of them.

The Asian man comes to me. We kiss, touch each other, and it’s not long before he’s in my mouth. The other man rims me. I’m not a fan of it, but I let him anyway. After a bit, I get up, kiss the Asian man some more. The kissing is good—very good—and we hug and get intimate. He gestures for the tall, fit man to join us.

He does.

Now the Asian man is inside me, and he fucks me roughly. I steady myself with the tall fit man, his dick inside my mouth. This goes on for a while until my stomach feels a bit upset. I stop, kiss the Asian man instead.

After some time, he says he needs a break, so we part ways.

A part of me wished I could have asked for his number. I almost never do that, but somehow, this feels different. I want to meet him again, but now I’m back in my car with an upset stomach, cursing the universe for causing such inconvenience. I decide to jerk off, but my dick is limp, and I’m thinking about the Asian man more and more.

Fuck it, I say to myself.

Perhaps he’s still around.

So, I take my chances, get out of the car, walk back to the sheds.

And wouldn’t you know it,

he’s standing there by the gates, with the tall, fit man.

They walk together, and we cross paths again, but we don’t say anything. I’m filled with regret, try to push my shyness away, but when I turn around, they’re gone again. I feel a pang of frustration. Then I see them, heading into the sheds.

I follow.

This time, the tall fit man is waiting in the dark. I approach him, and we immediately start to kiss. The kissing is just as good as the Asian man’s, who joins us soon after. Now I’m kissing them both, the intimacy high among us.

Sometimes one of them sucks my dick,

but most of the time,

we’re just kissing and holding each other,

intimate in ways beyond the physical.

At one point, the Asian man leaves for a moment, and I summon the courage to ask the tall fit man if that’s his partner.

Yes, he says.

And I don’t know how I feel about that. A part of me wishes they were single, so I could take the next step, ask them out. A silly thought, but it felt right in the moment.

The Asian man returns. He jerks off, says he’s close, so I bend down to take him in my mouth, and soon his cum is sliding down my throat. He says he’ll meet his partner in the car. The tall fit man and I kiss some more.

I could kiss you all night, he says.

Me too, I say.

But, of course, we don’t. He leaves a few minutes later.

Before he does, I do something I’ve never done in these sorts of encounters.

I ask for his number.

To my great joy, he agrees. His name is Sean, from Ireland, which explains the terrific accent. I tell him I’m Vietnamese. He smiles and says his partner’s name is Phong.

We walk to our cars together, and he tells me he was about to leave but decided to do a last lap, just to see if I was still there. We regretted not getting your contact before, he says.

Funny how the universe works, I think to myself.

We part ways. Phong gets out of the car in front of me, waves goodbye, starts the engine, and drives off. As his car passes mine, Sean waves goodbye too, which I return warmly.

I can’t wait to send him a message when I get home, I tell myself. The message is brief, thanking them for the lovely night and asking if they’d like to meet again.

Later, I get a reply: Yes.

I don’t know what will come of this. I have this desire to be in bed with the both of them, me in the middle, holding each other as we drift off to sleep.

That would be nice.