On our first date John seemed to a steady going sort of guy, a little shy maybe but extraordinarily passionate. The plan was to break the ice by meeting t for a drink and then, if we felt we were compatible, he would drive me to his mobile caravan.
That is where he lived in a mobile caravan, and he told me his work could be done from home. He enjoyed travelling around and experiencing the British countryside.
That was fine because my interests were similar. But what about our other interests and the reason, which had all been up on the computer social network, we planned to meet?
With a couple of drinks inside him it soon became evident what his plans were, and having talked a lot about sex gratification between two males, we both knew the score.
But for me came a sigh of relief when straight away I liked John. He had a nice comforting way about him and was very intelligent. So I had no problem in going back with him to his caravan and indulge in the things we had talked about often.
He said he liked me from the first time we exchanged on the net. We had exchanged pictures of course including you know what and John complimented me on my 'ample stock' as he laughingly called it. But when he showed me his on skype I was completely taken back. It made mine look like a veritable wimp, the size looking to be at least twice mine.
I took it all in though and we talked about things like how nice it would be to suck each other and everything.
"I could fuck that ass of yours" he said quite unannounced soon after we had got talking online and, I guess, that is what really got the balls rolling. My worry was that if he wanted me to take the male role I would have a problem with that and anyway my leaning was the opposite. Ever since I discovered myself in that way I had experimented with all sorts of paraphernalia, in fact anything I could comfortably get into my ass.
Sometimes, uncomfortably too, like when I experimented with various sized bulbous screwdriver handles. But the best thing with the bulbous shape was that it didn't slip out readily, which could be a real frustration when concentrating on reaching a hand assisted climax.
When I think of it , those times I fucked myself intently in front of a large mirror it seems almost bizarre now, even funny, like the time I tried seeing how it would feel being sucked up by a Hoover.
What a strange species we are, some stranger than others I can hear the reader's thoughts.
The most bizarre thing I have ever tried and I say this now with some disgust as I loved my cat to bits, it when I got Tibby to sniff me up. I lay spread eagled - stroking and fussing Tibby, then preening myself to a satisfactory erection and I soon discovered that by stretching back my foreskin, Tibby would lick me there and the feeling was wondrous, especially because unlike the things I did myself, what he did and how he did it was unpredictable. I went on to dowse my cock with cream and he loved that, and so did I and very often, if he kept it up, I soon cum with some cream of my own, which he seemed to like too, lapping it all up as soon as it spurted out. It was so lovely and a veritable part of the sexual learning process. But cats being cats, his licks started to develop into nibbles and when that started I soon drooped and somehow, the urge to-do that with a cat diminished. But, strange or not, it was fun whilst it lasted.
