Special Delivery for Pleasure Ch. 02

The Fantasy Continues
All characters in the story are fictional and over 18
Some readers of my first story have asked what happens next. I must admit when I wrote "Special Delivery for Pleasure" I really didn't think about that. I just put a fantasy together to answer my curiosity about experimenting with another man. So to be completely honest with everyone, I still haven't found the right guy to turn fantasy to real life, but the search goes on. Hopefully, by the time I'm finished with this next part I will be able to add some substance to fantasy.
The story continues.
As I sat in the parking lot trying to work up the courage to go through with this next step. I thought back over the past months about the events that have led me here.
Beginning with becoming a widower after 40 plus years of marriage. Going through the depression that set in after that. Getting my life back together, and semi-retiring from being a truck mechanic. To playing on the internet with porn sites, finding Literotica and discovering my fascination with gay sex. Chatting with other Bi-curious men, and being convinced to order my first dildo and butt plug. Which had those items delivered by Derrick, and the adventure that was the first story. What the hell was I doing?
I got the text message from Derrick two days ago, giving me the address and appointment time for the next step and getting my body hair taken care of. 6pm SHARP in caps, meaning I had better not be late, I assumed.
When the day finally came I was nervous the whole day. Torn between getting ready or just saying fuck it and let what happened last week be over. Getting back to my normal, straight life.
Who the fuck was I trying to lie to, I enjoyed it, there was no way I could ever go back. I didn't think that all of a sudden, I had turned gay, but I knew my bi curiosity wasn't ready to be sedated. I just didn't want to put myself in a situation that I couldn't get out of.
So, after going to the drug store and returning home to give myself an enema, then taking a long shower, I got dressed in the nicest casual wear I owned.
Leaving my house at 4 pm, I arrived at the shopping mall parking lot early. I sat in my truck and watched the storefront for over an hour. Nobody went in or out of it.
It was 5:56, it's now time to move. I must admit the anticipation of what might happen had me excited, and a bit hard in the right spot.
I checked myself in the mirror, swirled a little mouthwash, got out of my pick-up and walked over to the door.

The sign on the door read, Serenity Therapeutic Massage