[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gaystoriesgonewild/comments/9tjy2t/what_i_let_him_do_to_me/)
Within 24 hours after I had the experience in part 1, I was heavily making out with a petite goth girl from the club. She was hot, and all I could think about was using the previous evenings events as a template for this encounter. Except the rolls were reversed. We took a cab to her basement hellhole apartment and I went down on her a bunch. I wanted to leave without getting off, but she would have none of that, so I fucked her silly on her futon. I made her play with my nipples as I got off.
It was several days until I saw him again. He came to the usual event. He saw me, and smiled. He played it very cool. Walked right by and did not even talk to me. He knew I would bolt if he told anyone, or even drooled at me in public. I could see him eyeing me from across the room. I was really busy with some stupid staffing crap for the first half of that night. He might have thought I left. I had gone up to Haight Street and bought some new clothes for him to see, though. I knew he would like them. Rave type t shirt made from psychedelic esheresque fabric. At about 3 am, he followed me up to my perch to watch the party. We both knew no one could see us there, and it would be rare for anyone else to come up. He came right up to me asked if I minded that he masturbated all week, and that it was all about me. I laughed. He asked when he could take me out again. I told him when my night off was.