At the time when Gerard first had me is did seem gross. I was completely unprepared for his kind of handling, But having boasted I was up to any guy I was unwittingly committed and there could be no turning back.
To say he was a real kinky guy was an understatement. He had none of the refinements he had shown when he dined and wined me at a local pub restaurant called the Hay Shack.
I guess it was all a bit of an act to make me think he wanted me for how I was and not just my body.
True I lusted for the sex but I wanted more too, Richard who never did get around to fucking me declared quite arrogantly that I was like a woman, too emotional and lacking sexual candor . That is simply because I did not like his fantasy for pissing on me, that was loathsome and horrible and I said to him that just because that was his thing it was definitely not mine. He got me into the bath under false pretenses and I never expected that. So there was no more mutual fondling or anything - else that was it.
Now I am careful in learning just what turns a prospective lover on and what are his preferences and needs are.
There was no need to be too candid, one can be subtle in such matters and often a signal came in body language. In the restaurant for example, Gerard neatly showed me what he would like to do with me, simply by carving a small hole in a peach and tinkering the tip of his tongue inside, then sucking out the juices. And when I demonstrated on a banana he knew exactly what I had in mind; whispering across the table that already he had a hard on and would like to feel it under the table?
An overhanging table cloth hid what I was doing and it did feel very nice. 'The way you close your eyes when you do that gives me an all system go for later Pete.
I nodded and I could tell he was becoming impatient to leave, he drunk his wine in one swoop and gave me the eye, his hand finding mine wrapped around the contours of his cock and squeezing.
'I so want your fuck' he said and I knew by then just what I was in for.
